CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO“I think you are very clever,” I said truthfully the next morning, when Lajos asked my opinion. I took a sip of coffee. “But you can’t get the whole Permanent Committee — which includes, I believe, two bishops — rollicking drunk.”
Lajos’s eyes were alight with sudden laughter; I didn’t see how I could bear to give him up a second time.
Overhearing me, Alex was saying wryly, “Not on wine perhaps.” And that gave me something else to focus on.
I regarded him curiously, “What will you do, Alex, if this fails? If your people break with Hungary, rebel...?”
His eyes flickered, but he said firmly, “We won’t speak of failure, if you please!”
“No,” Katalin agreed eagerly, but there was a new alarm in her eyes, as if she had never before contemplated this new obstacle to their
