An Empress. The memories of an old promise flood back into my aged mind and I beckon for the Daroga.

"There was a girl…" I tell him, laboring for breath. "A girl I made a promise to… so long ago… She is to be Empress… Empress by 1885…"

The Daroga thinks me delirious and he tells me to lie down. I tell him to be silent.

"I told her mother it would be so… When I die… Make Marguerite Giry an Empress…"

I shut my eyes. I am still alive, but just. For how can one die with unfinished business?