Finally he let me go. “I think it is safe for us to go back downstairs and find a carriage. We have business in the city this morning.”

“What is Mala doing?” I asked as he dragged me away. I’d seen no signs of the Grigori, and no mages that I recognized. “Won’t she be cold in such a scandalous dress?”

Danilo laughed softly. “Do not worry about her, my dear. But I live for the day I see you dressed like that for me.”

“That will never happen,” I said, blushing fiercely. I hated to admit it to myself, but her dancing did look far more fun than any polonaise.

Danilo laughed again. I blushed even more as I realized he was listening to my thoughts.

He found us a carriage and seemed to relax as we left the hotel. I stared out the window, taking an interest in the loud and colorful streets of Cairo. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“To the museum. They have several artifacts on display that have been recovered from the pyramids over the years.”

“Would the sword be in a museum?” I asked, hoping it would not be that simple.

“No. But the emerald scroll attributed to Ankh-al-Sekhem is in a display case there.”

“And you read hieroglyphics?”

Danilo nodded. “It is one of the many languages I have learned over the years.”

“How extraordinary. Will you be needing my services in the museum?” I asked sarcastically. I was wearing the Talisman of Isis beneath my gown, just in case.

He shook his head. “No, Katerina. Please do not resurrect any mummies while we are at the museum. However, I do not intend to let you out of my sight as long as there is danger in Cairo. And we will not leave before I find the sword.”

The Egyptian Museum was located on a street near the river, past the marketplace and several European hotels and bars. Past places that admitted only men and where girls danced wearing almost nothing at all. Mala had not looked ashamed to have all those men staring at her. She seemed to thrive on the attention. Perhaps it fed her fae powers somehow.

Danilo held out his hand for me as we pulled up in front of the museum. “Stay close, Duchess.”

The museum was flanked by two small sphinx statues. I shuddered as we walked between them, but neither one seemed to notice us. Perhaps not all sphinxes spoke; I’d never heard the ones in St. Petersburg utter a word. They’d been brought to the Academy of Arts years ago, bought by Tsar Nicholas from the French to decorate the Neva riverfront.

Danilo took my arm in his as we strolled through the front doors of the museum. “I think the exhibit we want is on the second floor,” he said. We walked up the enormous white staircase, and at the first landing, I glanced back down at the marble lobby, onto a very large column covered in hieroglyphics. Large statues of cats and ibises stood guard around the stone column.

When we reached the top landing, Danilo swore under his breath. I spotted two of his Grigori rushing over to us. “They’ve already been here, Your Majesty,” the elder one said.

“Did they find the tablet?”

“They looked at it, but they did not take it.”

“Hurry!” Danilo said, his grip on my arm tightening. We rushed toward the Writings Room. The tablet that Danilo sought was in a glass case in the center of the room. He let go of me and put both of his hands on the case, peering down at the tablet.

“Perhaps they didn’t know how to read the hieroglyphics,” I said. I truly wished that Danilo were not so talented in languages either. A sword as dangerous as the Morning Star needed to stay lost. It did not belong in anyone’s hands.

“It does not matter,” Danilo said. “The tablet mentions nothing. Only the same seven gates of heaven spoken of by the sphinx. More meaningless text about the star that rises in the morning sky.”

“What if it’s not meaningless?” I couldn’t help asking. “What if they’re not talking about Venus?”

“ ‘Past the seven gates of heaven, the Morning Star lies,’ ” Danilo said, repeating the sphinx’s words. “What else could the sphinx have meant? Unless… ” He turned around and glared at the Grigori. “The gates are part of a mage’s highest initiation, are they not?”

“The seventh gate can be opened only by those who have completed the most extensive training in ceremonial magic,” the elder Grigori said. “Mages who have successfully mastered all the secret rituals of the Emerald Tablet.”

“The mages of the highest degree,” Danilo said, frowning. “No one in the Order of the Black Lily is that talented, save Papus himself.”

“But you were a member of the Black Lily,” I said. “How far in your training did you progress?” And how far had George progressed when he studied with them? I did not dare ask Danilo.

“Not far enough. It takes decades of studying to be able to complete such a ritual.” The crown prince pounded both fists on the wall. The shelves nearest him rattled but thankfully did not fall. He swore under his breath in six different languages.

I felt a slight wave of relief flood through me. If Danilo had not been a member of the Order long enough to be initiated, he would not be able to retrieve the sword.

Papus had been the one to rescue me the first time I found myself in the Graylands. He’d told me he called on the powers of higher beings to help him travel back and forth between the worlds of the living and the dead. I realized now it had been the Grigori who helped him.

Still, even though he’d rescued me once, he was a dangerous magician. He had betrayed George when George was studying magic in Paris. Papus had lured George into the Order of the Black Lily in order to gain access to the Koldun. With Danilo’s help, the French magicians tried to raise Konstantin Pavlovich from the dead. And Papus had just tried to kill me here in Cairo.

“Why did Papus ally himself with you to begin with?” I asked the crown prince. “What would he have had to gain by Konstantin’s return?”

“Money, of course,” Danilo said. “I promised him the riches of the Romanovs when I became tsar. But after my arrest, the traitor ran to the Koldun and his brother and begged for forgiveness.” The crown prince scowled. “He will regret this one day.”

“We will find the French mage and his associates for you,” the elder Grigori said. With a bow, he turned and departed.

A sliver of hope rose in my chest. Could Papus be working with George and the Koldun now? What if George was here in Egypt?

“Katerina, there is something else of interest on this tablet,” Danilo said to me, beckoning me to look closer.

He pointed to the stone lying beneath the glass. “This is the history of the sword up until the time Ankh-al-Sekhem wrote this. The first human to wield the sword was a pharaoh princess: Meresankh, a daughter of Menes. She united Upper and Lower Egypt with the Grigori’s help.”

“A daughter?”

“A Queen of Swords.” Danilo shook his head. “How ridiculous! Still, she must have been a powerful necromancer for the sword to succumb to her. And for the Grigori to follow her.”

A Queen of Swords. I shuddered as I remembered the superstitious Pushkin tale. And Maman’s tarot deck.

“If the sword can only be carried by a necromancer,” I asked, “then why would it be hidden where only a magician can find it?”

“It is bitterly ironic, yes?” He had not anticipated this, I realized. “To force the magician to work with the necromancer. We must make Papus see reason.”

I worried then for George and the French mage. They could not let the lich tsar find Papus. Konstantin would force the mage to escort him past the seven gates and retrieve the sword. “Shall we go, Duchess?” Danilo asked. “I believe there is some beautiful jewelry downstairs that belonged to the wife of Ramses the Second.” But he really wasn’t asking me. He led me off to the floor below and showed me the elegant necklaces and earrings made of faience and gold that were thousands of years old. The museum was lucky to have these priceless artifacts in their possession. Most of the tombs found had long been robbed of their riches by adventurers wishing to sell the artifacts on the black market. Egyptian antiquities were a lucrative trade. I’d seen many suspicious but beautiful pieces not only in the Vladimir Palace, but also in the Winter Palace itself.


We paused in front of a golden statue of a fierce-looking lion-headed goddess. “That is Sekhmet,” Danilo said quietly. “Both a deity of war and of medicine.”