Hermione Harefield
T
EBALDO
, E
LIZABETH
’S P
AGE
Rozzy Pringle
P
RINCESS
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BOLI
, A S
PANISH LADY-IN-WAITING
Chloe Catford
R
ODRIGO
, M
ARQUIS OF
P
OSA
F
RIEND OF
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ON
C
ARLOS
To be filled
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HE
G
RAND
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NQUISITOR
Granville ‘Granny’ Hastings
T
HE GHOST OF THE
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MPEROR
C
HARLES
V
Giuseppe Cavalli
C
OUNT
L
ERMA
,
THE
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PANISH
A
MBASSADOR TO
F
RANCE
Colin Milton
MAP
OVERTURE 1977
Many men hated Roberto Rannaldini. Many women, after loving him passionately, hated him even more. To be regarded at twenty-eight as the most exciting conductor since the war had necessitated brutal trampling on the way up. But at least Rannaldini could count on the unqualified love of his ten-year-old godson, Tristan de Montigny. To Tristan, the dashing maestro, with his suave, catlike smile, his deep, caressing voice, and his recklessly fast cars, was the most glamorous person in the world.
Most importantly Rannaldini had been a friend of Tristan’s mother, who had died when Tristan was a baby, and was the only person prepared to satisfy the boy’s craving for information about her.
‘She was so beautiful, so sweet, so proud of you, Tristan, and she love you so much. Her death happen in moment of madness, when she feel she cannot cope, and was unworthy of your father.’
Tristan’s father, Etienne de Montigny, was France’s most illustrious painter. He was revered for his portraits and landscapes but most famous for his erotic paintings, many of which,
Etienne, outwardly a laughing giant of a man, had spawned a pack of children from three wives and numerous mistresses. Twelve years ago, when he was sixty, he had met Rannaldini, newly arrived in Paris to make his fortune as a conductor. The two had struck up a rapport, and Etienne had taken the handsome, impossibly precocious teenager under his wing. In return Rannaldini had not only milked Etienne’s contacts but also posed for him.
Part of the fun for collectors of what became known as Etienne’s ‘extremely blue period’ was to identify Rannaldini in the paintings as everyone from Apollo to the head of John the Baptist. Rannaldini had also provided beautiful young models to titillate the old goat’s palate and palette.
The most beautiful had been Tristan’s mother, the sixteen-year-old Delphine. Even Etienne’s staunchest supporters had been horrified when he had made this exquisite child his fourth wife and within a few weeks impregnated her.
Nemesis moved swiftly. A proud, delighted Etienne was busy sketching his newborn baby, Tristan, when he heard that his fourth and favourite son, Laurent, a young army officer, had been blown up in Chad. Laurent had always been a rebel, and rumours persisted that he had been taken out by his own side. Too crazed with grief even to call for an inquiry, Etienne promptly lost interest in baby Tristan, and hardly seemed to notice when, a few days
