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never really been educated as a child and was a bit stupid. He had noticed her because of her appearance and her apparent interest in him and his brother when they were in Russia, and he had been drawn to her far more on account of, say, her chest than her brain which still remained a bit of a peripheral factor as far as he was concerned.
    Her father was still a senior officer within the Russian air arm, and it had been that shared interest that had introduced him first to Colonel P. K. Romanov and then to his daughter, the fair, then-teenaged Princess Olga Pavlovna. She had been seventeen at the time to his thirty-five, and he had begun to suspect that she should perhaps have been left to mature a bit more before marrying him less than a year after first seeing him. Nevertheless, before the war she had been a model wife, if only a bit quiet when there was a lot of people around. She had grown up in a sort of idyllic rural gentry setting with a martial father and austere mother that seemed at odds with her sunny demeanor that had only begun to change the more things she heard that she couldn’t understand.
    It was so exhausting to read, but Olga was confident that all humans had an understanding of the language of God which the Bible spoke regardless of the written language used to convey the message. That was why her mother was a genius for suggesting the idea in the first place when Olga had written to her about her worries that she wouldn’t be able to speak with her own little children if they would be little Englishmen. Although she was tempted to leave her children in the care of the servants who were supposed to be experts, she was not going to surrender and watch them grow up as foreigners. Only if Anthony told the Prince of Wales that he really wanted to take up the offer from Prince Yazov would she dare stop her personal tutoring, but Anthony didn’t see through the unfairness of denying the help Prince Yazov was offering without asking for anything in return, and she was starting to enjoy making her little study plans together with Yevdokiya.
    She had told Prince Yazov how her English in-laws did not trust him, and she was sure that it had to be a lie to say that it was because he was a representative of the Russian government that they could not let him help with teaching her children. Surely it would hurt no one if someone from Prince Yazov’s household could come and stay with them and help tutor the little children at his expense. He just wanted to help, and it didn’t matter if he was a Russian.
    “She’s very tired, ma’am,” Patricia said as soon as Olga took a short break to have a glass of sparkling water.
    Olga looked first at the woman and then down at her precious little Fedosya who was pulling at the ear of her little stuffed cat. She didn’t look very tired, did she? She always felt uneasy when someone said something she couldn’t quite see, especially when it seemed like she should have the natural ability to tell it with her own eyes. It was part of being a mother; to know what your babies needed. Nobody else could know them like she did. Besides, what was more fun and important than the word of God?
    “Maybe we can continue tomorrow,” Olga mumbled, not wanting to break this early, but she didn’t dare argue with the nanny.
    Patricia should obey her, but Olga was at a disadvantage with her being so self-conscious about speaking bad English to her when Anthony might hear her. If the roles were reversed and the maid had to speak Russian to Olga rather than Olga having to speak English she was sure that she would be able to shut her up really easy.
    “That sounds good, ma’am.”
    Olga gave each child a kiss in succession before the women carried all four little children back to the nursery, leaving her still feeling like today’s study session was not quite over. With so much energy left in her, she walked aimlessly a few steps hither, a few steps dither, not really sure what to do