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Updated: April 30, 2025
This last tint was reflected in the water immediately below the ridge, and farther out there were lakelets of pale green, as if the islands, too, had the power to mirror themselves when the sea itself was glass. Santiago, Davidov, Carolina Xime'no, Delfina Rivera, Concha and Rezanov, had climbed to the ridge.
They did not retire, and Rezanov, noting their sudden hesitation and embarrassment, felt an instant thrill of apprehension. "What is it?" he demanded. "What has happened?" "Life has moved slowly in Sitka during your absence, Excellency," replied Davidov. "There has been little work done on the Avos. It will not be finished for a month or six weeks."
Dona Ignacia murmured an audible prayer, and clutched Gertrudis Rudisinda to her breast. "Madre de Dios! The water! I cannot!" she muttered. But Santiago took her firmly by one elbow, Sturgis by the other, Davidov caught up the children with a reassuring laugh, and in a moment she was trembling in the middle of the canoe.
Rezanov ordered Lieutenant Davidov and Dr. Langsdorff to the shore as his representatives. The Spaniards wore the undress uniform of black and scarlet in which they had been surprised, but their peaked straw hats were decorated with cords of gold or silver, the tassels hanging low on the broad brim; their high deer-skin boots were gaily embroidered, and bristled with immense silver spurs.
Rezanov lost no time. He had changed his original plan and dispatched Davidov on the Avos from Oonalaska. Guns and provisions awaited the Juno at Okhotsk, and in less than a week after his arrival Rezanov was able to start on his long journey with a mind at rest.
"He will succeed," he said to Davidov. "He will succeed. I almost hoped he would not, he is so indifferent I might almost say so hostile to my own scientific adventures. But when he is in this mood, when those cold eyes brim with laughter and ordinary humanity, I am nothing better than his slave."
The sensitive and painful feeling of aloneness seized Trirodov as in a sticky net, entangled his legs, and obstructed his glances with grey. A quiet boy entered, smiling, and handed him a card, on which, under a princely crown, was the lithographed inscription: Immanuel Osipovitch Davidov. In a voice dark and deep with suppressed excitement Trirodov said to the boy: "Ask him to come in."
With the best of intentions Davidov could make little headway against the passive resistance of the Chief-Manager, and those intentions would be weakened by the consolidations the Company so generously afforded. The result was hardly open to doubt. If he left Sitka before the completion of the Avos, Russia would go unavenged for the present. Or himself?
Trirodov recalled that the Prince had many acquaintances, and that there were always large gatherings in his house. "Permit me to offer you some refreshment," said Trirodov. "Will you have wine?" "I'd rather have tea, if you don't mind," said Prince Davidov. Trirodov pressed the button of the electric bell.
Prince Davidov continued in his tranquil, too tranquil, voice: "My fiancee lives in this town. I've come to see her, and have taken advantage of this opportunity to have a chat with you. There are many things I should like to discuss with you but I shall not have the time. We must limit ourselves to the more important matters." And he began to talk, and did not wait for answers or refutations.
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