“Fortuna, do you still think that I am a princess who lives in a castle? This is all I have”
The consul wears the tall traditional hat, with a turban wrapped around the rim and the clothing of an Austrian gentleman, as if he is embracing both the old world and the new, the East and the West.
Becca blinks when she sees him, and reaches out to hold Raizel’s hand. This trip to the Austrian consul is one of the first times that Raizel has left the house, and here and there, when the streets are quiet, Raizel actually looks around with something of interest on her face. She should have taken her outdoors earlier. Winter’s harshness has faded and the wind, though strong, is fresh and fragrant.
The consul waits for her to speak, and she has rehearsed her lines with the wife of the Rosh Kahal, who is quite happy to free herself of the responsibility.
“My friend was brought to this country under false pretenses.”
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