“I have to go.”
Nikolai ran to his wardrobe and threw on a waistcoat, shoved his feet into his boots, and snatched a frock coat that didn’t match. Then he slid down the banister and was out the front door before he realized that, like Vika the night before, he’d run off without saying good-bye.
Nikolai saw Pasha pacing the dock before he even saw the new island. Not that the island was far from the shores of Saint Petersburg. But Pasha’s pacing was so frenetic, it was hard to focus on anything else. From the looks of his hair, Pasha had been pacing for quite some time. There was probably a path already worn onto the wood planks beneath him.
Pasha glanced up and caught sight of Nikolai. “Gavriil!” he hollered to the captain of his Guard. “Ready the ferry.” Then he bounded down the pier to meet Nikolai.
“What took you so long?” Pasha asked when he reached his friend.
“It’s not even eight o’clock in the morning. I was asleep.”
“How could you sleep when a new island has cropped up in the middle of the night?”
Nikolai twisted his mouth. “Because in my slumber, I was unaware that a new island had cropped up in the middle of the night.”
Pasha laughed and slapped him on the back. “Fair enough. Besides, you’re here now. I was about to give up on you, although I vastly prefer doing this together.” He started down the dock. “Come on. I forbade anyone to land on the island before we had a chance to explore it.”
Nikolai hung back. “Are you sure it’s wise for you to be the first? We know nothing of this island.” Which was true. It could very well be dangerous. But it was also true that a selfish part of Nikolai wanted Vika’s magic to himself, even though she’d left him at the ball. He didn’t want the experience of her new island spoiled by anyone else, even if it was Pasha.
“I doubt that the enchanter, whichever one it is, would be so bold as to build a trap for me. It would be suicide to harm the tsesarevich.” Pasha grinned, as if he were amused with himself for actually admitting that he was the heir to the throne.
But Nikolai hardly heard the last part of what Pasha had said. “Did you say ‘the enchanter, whichever one it is’?”
“Indeed. Can you believe it? The lightning girl is not the only one. She didn’t mean for it to slip out, but I caught it. I gather enchanters are rather protective of their identities.” Pasha hopped onto the ferry.
Nikolai bit on his knuckle. Then he followed Pasha, although Nikolai didn’t hop. He almost tripped on a rope snaking across the deck. One of Pasha’s guards caught him and helped him onto the ferry. The rest of the guards clambered on right behind him.
So Pasha knew there was another enchanter. But he didn’t seem to suspect Nikolai at all. Still, Nikolai’s stomach lurched, and he leaned over the railing. Damn seasickness. Except Nikolai never got seasick. And they hadn’t even left the dock. Which meant it was the guilt of lying to his best friend that was making him feel this way. Splendid.
A few minutes later, the ferry pushed off from shore, leaving behind the throngs already amassed along the embankment, gawking both at the island (they’d managed to convince themselves that it was an artificial one, installed overnight as a birthday gift from the King of Sweden) and at the sight of the tsesarevich in their midst. They didn’t know Pasha often walked among them in disguise. To the people of Saint Petersburg, Pasha was a rare snow leopard who kept to his gilded cage in the palace.
Pasha waved jauntily as he and Nikolai sailed into the bay, and a few onlookers waved and blew kisses back. Then he strode to the ferry’s bow.
Nikolai took several deep breaths and pulled himself together. He took one more breath for good measure—what he’d do if the river tried to rope him in and drown him again, he didn’t know—then he followed Pasha, and the two watched the new island as they approached.
The island was a small one, perhaps a half mile squared or a little more, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in appearance. Its banks were composed not of sand, but of low granite ridges, sparkling in the sun. Bright flowers freckled the shoreline, and trees reached halfway up to the clouds. It was also very green with all those trees. Unnaturally green for this time of year, Nikolai thought, when the leaves ought to be turning shades of red and gold.
“It reminds me of the Summer Garden,” Pasha said.