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 Contents
Copyright
Dedication
First Bite
The Test
Travel Plans
Surprise Visitors
Slipping Confidence
It's Showtime
A New Threat
Temporary Reprieve
Tense Negotiations
Sneaky Tricks
Fake Friends
Release
Afterglow
Taking Control
Time for Truth
Call me Princess
The Price
Things You Can Change
Crystal Crowns
Duty Calls
The Ship
Choices Made
A Shocking Secret
A Step Too Far
A Grisly Discovery
Surprises
A New Ally
A New Dawn
Loyalty
Consequences
A Show of Honor
The Last Word
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 Dedication

This book is dedicated to my biggest fan. To the person who always

thinks I’m amazing, no matter how much I disagree with her. To the
person who insists every new thing I do is incredible and despite
everything, always loves me.

Thanks, Mom.
 FIRST BITE

LUCY

Mick’s lips dragged across the sensitive skin below my ear. His
hot breath rustled the tiny hairs on the back of my neck, sending
delicious shivers down my spine that resonated on my tailbone. My
heart pounded so loudly I was certain he could hear it. When his
teeth grazed my neck, goosebumps erupted across my skin, and I
braced myself for the sensation of pain that was sure to preface the
pleasure of the first bite.
“Lucy! Lucy are you up yet? Jesus, girl, we’re gonna to be late!”
Emily’s voice shocked me awake. I was bathed in sweat, twisted
in my blankets, and muddled with confusion. “What?” I stared at her
blankly.
She stood in my doorway wearing one of her skirt suits with a
pink silk blouse that matched her flustered complexion. “Lucy, it’s
after eight! If we don’t leave in five minutes, we’ll be late for our
first day back to work. Let’s go!”
“Crap.” I snatched my phone from the nightstand to check the
time. Em was right—my alarm was going off, but the volume was
turned down so low it was nearly inaudible. “Okay, I’m coming. Five
minutes, I swear.” I struggled to disentangle my feet from the noose
of sheets as Emily flipped her golden hair and stomped out of my
room. “Grab me a granola bar or something, please!” I shouted after
her.
As if I were suddenly super-caffeinated, I slipped into a pair of
black dress pants and a blouse in record time, swiped deodorant
under my arms and ran a comb through my snarled dark blonde hair.
With a suit jacket over my arm, I hobbled out of my room while
sliding my feet into a pair of low heels.
Em stood by our front door holding out my purse and,
considerately, a coffee already poured into my favorite travel mug.
“Girl, you are a hot mess today. Come on,” she nodded toward the
door. “I’ll drive while you get ready in the car.”
Typically I drove, but that was because I was usually done
getting ready and chasing Emily out of bed. Amused by the sudden
shift in our roles, I slid into the passenger seat and let Emily take the
keys. The scent of hazelnut wafted from my coffee mug and I sipped
the creamer-sweetened brew gratefully. “Em, you’re a lifesaver.
Thanks for this,” I lifted the coffee in a salute.
Em signaled her exit from our driveway and merged into traffic
heading towards the freeway. “You’re welcome. Now fix your face.
There’s a pack of face wipes in your purse, and I tossed a makeup
bag in there, too. You’re welcome,” she stopped me from thanking
her again. “You didn’t look in the mirror, did you?”
“It’s not like I had time to admire my reflection, Em,” I grumbled,
fishing for the wipes in my purse. “I have no idea how the volume
on my phone got turned down so low, I swear I checked it like
fifteen times last night.”
Emily snickered. “Yeah, well, next time check it AFTER Mick
leaves.” Her face was turned away from me, but I could hear the
smirk in her voice.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You think he turned it down? He
wouldn’t do that.” I pulled down the visor to use the mirror and
finally got a good look at my face; my ‘smoky eye’ from last night
was smeared across my face, and inexplicably across the bridge of
my nose, giving me the appearance of a mask-wearing Lone Ranger.
Even worse, the lip stain I’d worn the night before had done its job,
but it didn’t stick to my lips. Smeared around my mouth, it gave me
the distinct look of a deranged clown. “Holy hell. I’m never wearing
makeup again.” I scrubbed at the stains on my face angrily.
“It’s not the makeup’s fault, Lulu,” Em replied mildly. “You’re
supposed to take it off before you go to bed. Those wipes will do the
trick, they’re especially for removing long-wear makeup.”
“Thank you,” I said again, my tone mellowed. It wasn’t Em’s fault
I passed out in my makeup. In fact, I blamed Mick. He’s the one
who wouldn’t let me go to sleep when I wanted. “Hey, what were
you saying about Mick and my alarm? Do you think he turned it
down?”
“No, Lulu, that’s not what I meant.” The smirk was back, and this
time I could see it on her face.
“Okay, I’m not in the mood for a guessing game. What did you
mean?”
She giggled. “Well, from the sounds of it, you guys were a little…
um… active last night. Perhaps while you were… busy, some…
friction pressed the volume button?”
Heat flooded my face, which was already red from my scrubbing.
Our make-out session had been on the hot and heavy side. Mick was
celibate (vimpiri-style) for quite a while, but he was learning some
more human expressions of lust rather well. I liked to think he was
practicing for his future as a vimpiri-human hybrid, and I was happy
to help him learn the ropes.
However, lesson learned: Next time my phone would not be in
my pocket while we worked that out.
“Pervert,” I teased her. “What were you doing, listening to us?
Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Hey, it’s not like I wanted to hear that,” she laughed. “You guys
were just loud. It’s also not like I had anywhere else to go.” Emily’s
boyfriend, Todd Benson, was off touring with his band. They put off
leaving the Philadelphia area for as long as they could, but Mortal
Heat had a tour booked in the Midwest and tours increased
exposure. Mortal Heat was pretty well-known on the East Coast, and
they were ready to break into a new market.
Not that Todd needed the fame. He’d always been hungry for the
limelight until he met Emily. Now that they are paired, he seemed
pretty blasé about the whole fame thing. The rest of his band,
however, were still without mates, and they needed their lead singer.
Em all but pushed him out of the door; she didn’t want him to give
up his career for her yet. So even though she missed him, she put
up a good front on his behalf.
Now I felt bad. “Em, I’m sorry. I should have thought-”
“No,” she cut me off. “Lucy, seriously, it’s not a problem. I’m
happy for you. I just sometimes get surprised by how much it hurts
when he’s gone, you know?”
“Yeah,” I answered in a low voice, and distracted myself with the
makeup bag. Not that I could relate; my vampire/alien boyfriend had
never bitten me, so I didn’t understand the depth of her connection
to Todd. I knew how I felt about Mick, and I knew something
between us was special. On his planet, the connection between
mates was so much more than just a relationship. Mick said the
Vimpiri become two parts of a whole when they pair. The couple
share DNA—or the Vimpiri equivalent—until they are equal parts of
each. They share a psychic and emotional connection as well. In
fact, they are so closely bonded that when one dies, the second of
the pair ceases to live.
Emily’s bond with Todd was slightly different since she was born
human. Now she and Todd were both something in-between; neither
human nor vimpiri. And they weren’t alone.
There were already three other Lost Bachelors—what they called
the five-hundred vimpiri that escaped Vimpir but were not mated—
that had successfully paired with humans. Just a few weeks ago
there’d almost been a civil war among the Vimpiri. A legend surfaced
that hundreds of vimpiri females had survived and were on a ship
heading towards Earth. Some Vimpiri wanted the Lost Bachelors to
hold off on pairing with human females until they knew for sure. To
the vimpiri who live nearly twenty times as long as a human, the
expected travel time for the alien ship of nearly a hundred years
seemed a reasonable amount of time to be sure. However, the Lost
Bachelors who had found a potential mate in a human couldn’t
afford to wait a hundred years; their mate would be dead by then.
Mick was one of those Lost Bachelors. He declared me as his
intended mate, and after the irrefutable proof of Emily and Todd’s
bond that led to a successful pairing, the rest of the Vimpiri agreed it
would be in their best interest to allow all of us to continue.
 So Mick and I were getting close. Really close, as evidence by my
dream. We agreed to try it tonight. Maybe our extended make-out
sessions and my general dislike of pain were making me anxious.
Not to mention that I could die. Humans historically had died from
‘mating’ one too many times the Vimpiri way. Mick assured me that
those were not couples who formed a pair-bond, and everyone that
had tried with a human female he believed was his mate was
successful.
Still, with my luck…
No, I refused to think that way any longer. Refocusing on the
task at hand, I set my makeup with powder and waited for Emily to
pull my little blue Toyota into the lot at The Steel Times before I
thrust the mascara at her. It was still a dangerous weapon for me to
have near my eyeball, and I trusted her more than myself to do it.
A small smile curled her lip as she took the pink tube from me
and swiftly applied the potion to my eyelashes. As if she understood
my unspoken fears, she said, “It’ll be okay, Lulu. I promise. You’re
thinking about it too much.” I felt her breath on my face as she
leaned close.
“What, impressing Fred the Editor?” I joked humorlessly.
“No, pairing with Mick. You’ve got it all built up in your head and
you need to just go with your heart. It’s as natural as breathing. Just
breathe him in and let go.” She leaned back in her seat.
“I just can’t shake the feeling that it will hurt, and then go
wrong, and then… well, you know what happens if it goes wrong,” I
whispered.
Emily grabbed my shoulders and forced my eyes to meet her
baby blue gaze. “It’s not going to hurt. It will not go wrong. You and
Mick are mates, Lulu. His eyes light up like damn beacons every time
he sees you. Everyone sees it. Even that jerkwad Jakob knows it. So
have some faith and be happy.” She glanced at the clock on the
dashboard. “Well, if we don’t get upstairs in exactly three minutes
this morning will go wrong and Fred won’t be happy. I don’t need
Fred to decide he prefers not having us on the staff after all. You
know what I mean? Let’s go.”
 Nodding, I grabbed my purse and raced after Em into the glass
and steel hi-rise.
Everything will be fine, I told myself. Mick is meant for me. He’s
declared me as his mate. I’m overthinking it. I clenched my jaw and
followed Em into the elevator, determined to focus on work and not
spend another minute worrying about tonight.
 THE TEST

MICK

Lucy had gone to great lengths tonight. Attempting to set a

romantic atmosphere, she had the condo she shared with Emily
glowing with candlelight. There were several candles in each room,
providing the only light in the house. She set the table with more
candles and a Cabernet Sauvignon she knew I liked, and judging
from the scent wafting out of the kitchen, she’d cooked something
special, too.
However, nothing was more special than Lucy herself. She wore
her typical black skinny jeans and converse, but Emily must have
chosen the sparkly shirt; it clung to her curves in a way I knew
made her feel exposed. Lucy typically wore tops that were looser
and concealed her shape. I appreciated Emily’s taste on this matter,
since Lucy’s curves were nothing to be ashamed of, as I’d told her
many times.
Her face was flushed, embarrassed by the way I was drinking her
in. My eyes tingled, and I knew they were glowing in recognition of
my mate. Since she became hypnotized by their motion, I pulled her
in for an embrace and kissed her. The relief of having her in my arms
was tangible; I felt complete now, whole, and I breathed her scent
deeply.
“Hi,” I whispered to the stands of her dark blonde hair. “How was
your day?”
 Lucy chuckled softly. “Busier than yours, I suspect.” At some
point after our first trip to Austria, she started asking me this
question every day. It was a joke to her; she liked to tease me about
being stuck inside for fear of radiation poisoning from the sun.
Tonight I beat her to the punch.
The beat of her heart was rapid; I felt it against my stomach
while her head rested on my chest. As much as she tried to deny it,
she was nervous about our plan tonight. I could feel her emotional
distress as if it were my own.
Truthfully, I was nervous too. I wasn’t impulsive like Todd, and
when I felt the emotions Lucy stirred in me, I drew back to analyze
instead of acting on them immediately. Emily and Todd didn’t take
time to consider their actions, they just went with it. I didn’t have
that luxury; as the son of the Vimpiri queen I was bound to formally
announce my intent.
Now I almost wish I had disobeyed. We’d danced along the line
‘waiting for the right time’ for so long I could barely contain my
desire to pair with her. Something at the back of my mind kept
forcing me to pause, and then the moment would pass. I didn’t
know if it was Lucy’s apprehension transferring to me on a psychic
level, or if I was just psyching myself out. Either way, we had agreed
that tonight we would make it happen.
Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I asked, “So what’s for
breakfast? It smells amazing.”
Lucy pulled away from me and smirked, her hazel eyes gleaming.
“It’s definitely not breakfast. Breakfast is eggs, coffee, and in
particular pancakes. You know that.”
“Hey, I just woke up. I have not yet eaten. Therefor, I will break
my fast with this meal. That makes it breakfast.” Crossing my arms
over my chest, I added, “You can’t argue with the logic, it’s your
language not mine.”
She shook her head vehemently. “Nope, breakfast is a particular
food group. I don’t care when you eat it, the aforementioned items
are breakfast. Otherwise it's something else. If you have salmon and
rice at six a.m. it’s not breakfast.”
 Her stubbornness on this subject made me laugh. She was so
serious about this whole ‘breakfast is a particular food and not a
time of meal’ argument I couldn’t help teasing her about it. We had
a lot of good-natured banter that way.
“Okay, okay you win, crazy woman. What’s for dinner?”
Lucy’s fingers laced with mine, and she tugged me toward the
table. “Sit,” she ordered, then filled my wine glass from the decanter
before disappearing into the kitchen. When she returned, she carried
a dark blue terrine with oven mitts to protect her hands, and set it
on a porcelain square that was already staged on the table. She
removed the lid with a flourish and unleashed a billow of steam
along with a heady scent of rosemary and thyme. “Voila! Bon
Appetit,” she grinned.
“Merci, mademoiselle,” I answered. I’d spent enough years in
Paris to know French rather well. Although I suspected Lucy was just
teasing my experience studying French cooking, I still appreciated
her effort.
The terrine was filled with potatoes, carrots, and legumes in a
savory cream sauce. Lucy’s consideration of my vegetarian diet
always made me smile. She never gave me a hard time about it. It
was one thing she didn’t tease me about, at least.
I took her cue to serve myself and sipped my wine while she
filled her plate. When she settled back in her seat she paused, then
raised her wineglass and said simply, “To us.”
“To us,” I repeated, then clinked my glass to hers.

***

Lucy

After dinner, and finishing nearly two bottles of wine between us,
I knew something needed to happen and fast. We were on the verge
of passing one of our most awkward evenings ever, as both of us
avoided being the one to engage. I was seated on the couch next to
Mick with his arm behind my head, forcing my neck in an
uncomfortable position that I was too nervous to adjust.
I felt the heat of the wine in my system, and I decided to just go
with my buzz and take Emily’s advice: Breathe him in and let go.
Taking the last few sips of wine in one gulp, I set aside my glass and
turned to Mick. “Come on,” I whispered, and stood, drawing his hand
with me. He came willingly, rising lightly to his feet and following me
to my room.
Emily went out with one of our ‘bar friends’ to give us some
privacy; I still wasn’t sure if it was better or worse without her here.
Mating the Vimpiri way wasn’t exactly the level of physical activity it
was for humans, so there wouldn’t be a lot of embarrassing noises.
However, knowing she was sitting in the next room while we did it
would probably be weird, and might have distracted me. Either way,
she had done it for me as a favor, and I was grateful.
I drew Mick through my doorway, and he glanced briefly around
my room at the candles before his eyes landed back on mine. The
glow was unmistakable; his irises were dancing with teal and gold,
shining brighter than any candlelight. Now that I knew what it
meant and that I wasn’t going crazy, it gave me courage. This
vimpiri trait was a physical manifestation of his love for me, I needed
to remember that. I stopped beside my bed, and Mick turned to face
me, then traced his fingers along my cheek, stopping to tilt my chin
up before continuing their path down my neck. I shivered, his light
touch making my skin tingle in anticipation.
My heart pounded against my rib cage, and my nerves got the
better of me. “Um, should we lay on the bed? Or is it… better…
standing up?”
Mick froze as soon as I started speaking. “Which would you
prefer?” He asked politely, his tone betraying equal discomfort.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” I joked weakly.
His beautifully uneven lips curled into a small smile. “Me either,”
he whispered, and turned my face gently so my eyes met his.
Instantly, I was locked in place; his gaze was hypnotic, and the
dancing striations in his irises captivated my attention. I felt like a
mouse in the gaze of a cobra about to strike; heart hammering,
unable to move, waiting for the lightning fast action that would
mean the end of this life and the beginning of something else.
A low buzzing distracted Mick. His eyes dropped to the phone he
pulled out of his back pocket. After pressing the button to end the
call he tossed it on my nightstand, then returned his focus to me.
The brief respite was enough for me to gather my muddled
thoughts. Come on, Lucy. This is everything you want. You’re
thinking about it too much. You love Mick; you don’t want anyone
else. I remembered being nervous the first time I slept with a man,
going out of my mind with worries about pain and bleeding and if it
would even feel good. It turned out to be anti-climactic, and all the
drama I’d built up in my head seemed rather silly afterwards. This is
the same, except Mick is forever.
That thought gave me courage, and I reached one shaking hand
up to trace my thumb along his cheek. I trailed my fingertips along
his face, down to his jaw, then across his soft lips.
Mick sucked in a shuddering breath, his eyes closed and his
fingers tightening on my hips. When my fingers found their way
down his neck, he leaned in to kiss me.
Another buzz sounded, this time louder as the phone rattled
across the table. Mick leaned back, his eyes rolling, and muttered,
“Sorry, sorry,” before checking his phone quickly and ending the call.
“Should you answer it?” I asked, annoyed at the intrusion but
understanding that it wasn’t his fault.
“No, she can leave a damn voicemail,” he muttered, then tossed
the phone onto the armchair in the corner of my room, where it
would make less noise if it rang again.
“Was it your mom?” I squeaked out. Mick had returned to the
task at hand with a vengeance, gripping my hips and tugging me
close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. He grunted an
affirmation as his lips trailed kisses from my forehead down the side
of my face, along my jawline, and towards my lips. My heart
stuttered; I held my breath when I thought he was heading toward
my neck, but his change of direction allowed me to breathe again.
When his lips met mine, I forgot my nerves and let myself drown in
the heady sensation that was kissing Mick. This I knew; this I could
handle. My arms wound their way around his neck and my body
pressed closer to him, his hands gripping my hips. Beyond the rush
of blood in my ears, the room was silent.
A muffled buzz sounded from the direction of the chair.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Mick pulled back, exasperated.
“Maybe you should just answer it,” I panted. This continual
interruption was making me more nervous about pairing with Mick,
and I wanted to just stop thinking about it already. My mind grasped
at the distraction like a starving man with a cheeseburger. “Maybe
it’s important? Why else would she be calling now? It’s daytime in
Austria.”
Mick sighed. “Whatever it is, I have a feeling we won’t want to
deal with it.”
“You’re probably right,” I chuckled darkly, “But I don’t think
waiting will make it any better.”
Mick’s lips curled into an ironic half-smile. “Two for two,” he
replied. After pressing a kiss to my forehead, he heaved a sigh, then
crossed my room to retrieve his phone from the chair.
It had stopped buzzing, so he hit the button to return the call
and waited for Shaline to answer.
I could barely make out the tone of her voice, but even if she
were speaking in English, I wouldn’t have been able to understand
her. From what I could tell, she sounded worried. Mick listened
attentively, then replied in the musical tongue that I recognized as
Vimpiri. His demeanor changed from annoyed to concerned and I
felt vindicated for insisting he answer the phone; clearly, it was
important.
The exchange was brief, and when he hung up Mick sent a quick
text before sliding his phone back in the pocket of his black jeans.
“Lucy, I’m sorry to say this but I have to go.”
Disappointment flooded through my chest, along with a steady
stream of anxiety and a tiny amount of relief. I nodded. “Is
everything okay?”
Mick’s face was conflicted, his eyes bright but his expression
stern. “It’s nothing bad… Lucy, I hate to ask this but… how soon can
you be ready to go back to Hall in Tirol?”
 TRAVEL PLANS

LUCY

Our editor Fred flipped a gasket with Emily and I called to tell
him we had to go back to our ‘treatment center’ in Austria.
“What the hell is wrong with you girls?” Fred bellowed. I winced,
glad the phone was on the table and not next to my ear.
“Fred,” I started, “I’m not trying to be rude but legally you can’t
ask us that question. We will make sure you get all the
documentation you need-”
“In the last six months, you girls have been out of work more
than you’ve been here,” he growled. “Now I’m a pretty
understanding guy, but I’m starting to feel taken advantage of. I
know short-term disability leave covers it, but I feel you owe me
more of an explanation than a ‘mysterious illness.’”
Emily bit her lip to prevent from laughing. “Fred,” she said in a
little-girl voice, “We feel just awful. You know we love our jobs, and
we’d be there if we could.” The syrupy-sweet speech was difficult to
take seriously when Em was crossing her eyes at me while she said
it. “We’re soooo sorry, we know it has to be hard for you to cover
our beat. I promise we’ll be back and soon as we’re cleared by the
doctors.”
I could just picture Fred’s face: mottled red, nearly purple, his
desire to yell warring with his inability to resist Emily’s pleading.
“I’m sorry I know you can’t help it,” he answered. The indulgent,
paternal tone in his voice almost made me question if Fred had
handed off the phone—I’d never heard him speak like that. “Just…”
he sighed, “just send me the documentation so I can file your FMLA
request. Okay?”
“Okay, right away. Thank you sooooo much, Fred!” Emily chirped.
“You’re welcome.”
“Thanks, Fred! I-” I started, but he had already hung up.
“Jerkwad,” I huffed.
Emily burst out laughing. “And THAT, Lulu, is how you handle
men like Fred.”
“Look, that may work for you Em but it won’t work for me.”
“Of course it will, Lulu. You just have to own their perception of
you and use it against them. Guys like Fred want women to be weak
and needy, like little girls. They want it, except it’s like their
kryptonite; if you use that to your advantage, they’re helpless to
resist.” She tossed a pile of golden curls over her shoulder. “It’s
science.”
“Em, you can pull off the little girl thing, with your big blue eyes,
blonde hair, and tiny stature. I’m like an Amazonian warrior next to
you, with my wide shoulders and child-bearing hips. I can’t make
myself smaller.”
“It’s not about size, dork, it’s about presence. Channel your inner
Shirley Temple instead of your inner warrior with Fred. It’ll work
wonders, I promise.”
This was not an argument I would win. Em was adorably
oblivious to the differences between us. I loved her for it, but it was
occasionally annoying. “Okay,” I said, changing the subject. “Is Todd
going to make it back in time? What about his tour?”
Em nodded. “Yep, he’s on his way as we speak. He said ‘there
was no way he would let us have all the fun’ or something like that.
The band understands, although Todd’s peeved we don’t know why
we’re rushing back to Hall in Tirol this time.”
“I know, it’s a little odd, but I’m sure Mick will tell us soon. Either
way, he asked me to go with him and that’s all that matters to me
right now.”
“Fair enough, I’d do the same. Okay, the real question is, what
do you pack for a spring trip to Austria?”
 ***

Mick

It seemed as if this was becoming a tradition. Something came

up, we hustled to get tickets and depart Philadelphia in a rush to
arrive in Austria. This time I booked us flights on a newer aircraft
that has first-class ‘suites’ complete with enclosed compartments for
two. Todd and Emily were in the compartment across from ours, and
the other two were empty. I settled into my seat, enjoying the
‘welcome’ champaign and waiting for the plane to finish climbing to
altitude.
Lucy was also sipping her champagne and appeared lost in
thought. She had on that beat-up leather jacket again, and her usual
dark jeans and t-shirt. Her bright hazel eyes darted around the
compartment while her face barely moved; she was taking in the
surroundings but trying to avoid gawking.
Her eyes flashed to me in response to my chuckle. “What?” She
asked.
“It’s okay, you can look around. This is crazy, even for me.” I
gestured to the potted orchid on the shelf in front of us, and the
wall-mounted 20-inch television.
“Oh, thank God. It feels like every time we travel you take it up a
notch, and I wondered if you were just slowly acclimating me to
your real life.”
This time my laugh was more like a guffaw. “My ‘real life?’ I
assure you, you’ve seen all there is to see. This was just a
convenient opportunity. I thought entirely encapsulated sleeping
compartments was intriguing, for obvious reasons.”
Lucy processed that for a moment, then realization dawned on
her face. “The other flights… you never slept on them, did you?
Because you sometimes change in your sleep?” Her voice dropped,
even though the staff likely couldn’t hear us through the
compartment walls.
“I couldn’t afford to risk it. But I try to appear normal, so I just
pretend to sleep awhile.”
“You should have said something! I would have stayed up with
you,” she chided.
“What, and deprive myself the opportunity to listen to you snore?
No way.”
“Liar!” She swatted my arm playfully. “I don’t snore.”
“Hey, careful, this is French,” I teased her, indicating my
champagne flute. “Yes you do; but don’t worry, it’s cute. It’s not like
a ‘sawing logs’ snore so much as a purring kitten.”
“A purring kitten? Well, that sounds about as sexy as a heart
attack.” A flush crept up her cheeks, her embarrassment clear
despite the sarcastic comment.
I reached over to stroke her cheek. “I promise, it’s cute. And it’s
not loud, or often. Just on planes for some reason.” I pretended to
consider for a moment. “Or maybe I’m just sleeping too well to hear
you during the day… hey! French!” I yelled when she slugged my
arm and tipped the remaining contents of my glass into my mouth to
avoid wasting the expensive drink.
As if we had called him, the flight attendant knocked at our
compartment door. “Sir, would you like more champagne?”
I grinned devilishly at Lucy. “Yes, thank you,” and gestured at
Lucy to finish hers so she was ready for a refill.
She didn’t disappoint. By the time he finished filling my glass,
hers was empty and waiting.
“Thank you,” she said. “Sir, do you have any Nutella, by any
chance?” Lucy’s voice was casually disinterested, as if she didn’t care
about the answer, but I knew what she was doing. I could see the
flush rise again her cheeks, likely a response to the champagne and
thinking about the significance of the chocolate spread.
“I’ll be right back with some, Miss,” he winked then departed.
My heart accelerated, thinking about certain events that took
place in my apartment in Hall in Tirol involving Nutella. My eye
caught Lucy’s, and the right side of her mouth quirked up in a grin.
Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing.
The flight attendant returned with a platter bearing several tiny,
palm-sized bottles of Nutella and an assortment of crackers and
cookies, cloth napkins, and knives. He placed it on the shelf bearing
the inexplicable orchid, then turned to Lucy again. “Is there anything
else I can get you, Miss?” I may have imagined the double entendre
of his words, but there was no mistaking the flirtatious smile he
wore.
Something animal-like and angry rose in my chest and snarled.
“No thank you, that will be all.” I failed to keep my tone neutral
when I had a strange desire to remove his head from his shoulders.
“Are we almost to cruising altitude?”
The flight attendant swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling
down the side of his face. Good, message delivered. “Yes, sir, within
five minutes.”
“Very good. Please notify us when dinner is ready to be served,” I
dismissed him, returning my focus to my glass.
“Yes sir, very well.” He nodded and left rapidly, closing the
compartment door behind him.
Lucy watched me with an amused grin. “What was that all
about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You practically bit his head off. He was perfectly nice,” she
chided, then reached for a tiny bottle of Nutella from the tray.
I stared at her in wonder. “You know he was flirting with you,
right? Right in front of me. It was incredibly rude.”
She chortled. “Oh come on, no he wasn’t. You’re just being
sensitive. But I have to say, you’re cute when you’re jealous.”
Instantly distracted, I asked, “I am?”
“Mm-hmm,” she answered, ripping the gold foil from the
miniature bottle and dipping her finger in it. A wicked gleam crossed
her eyes, and she raised her chocolate-laden finger. “You want in on
this?”
My heart thudded in my chest, and I leaned forward to take her
finger in my mouth.
 Quicker than I could have guessed, she raised it and spread the
chocolate on my nose, then chuckled. “Ahh, sweet, sweet revenge.”
“No fair,” I grumbled, trying not to laugh. “You tricked me!”
“Hey, fair’s fair, you did it first. I was just paying you back.”
“Okay, but no more wasting perfectly good Nutella, all right?”
Her voice dropped to a purr when she asked, “Who said anything
about wasting it?” And leaned towards me.
At that moment a light knock sounded on our compartment right
before the door opened and Todd stuck his head in. “Hey guys, I-”
Lucy and I both looked up at him in surprise, me with Nutella on my
nose and her chocolate-covered finger on one hand, the other
clutching the bottle. His expression turned to disgust. “Seriously, you
guys? Jesus. Leave the kinky shit for when you’re in the bedroom. I
can’t take you anywhere. And people think rockstars are bad.”
Lucy and I were in hysterics at this point: Todd’s indignation at
catching us in this situation again was priceless. Wiping a tear from
my eye, I asked in my most stable tone, “Todd did you need
something?”
“Yeah, weirdo, I was wondering when you would tell the rest of
us what the hell is going on? I’m assuming this trip isn’t just an
excuse for you two to try out your body painting in new and exciting
places.”
“Yeah. I mean no, it’s not just for the Nutella.” I replied, and Lucy
chuckled. “Why don’t you and Emily come over here and we’ll talk.”
Todd’s eyes flicked between Lucy and me. “Okay, but clean this
shit up and get yourselves together. You’re adults for Christ’s sake.”
He turned and closed the compartment door on his way out.
Lucy and I turned to each other, silent as we tried to be ‘adults’.
Her terrible attempts to avoid smiling made me laugh, and we
giggled together while she cleaned off my face and put away the
Nutella. “For later,” she said with a wink. Warmth pooled in my belly
as I nodded and kissed her forehead.
“Later.”
 SURPRISE VISITORS

MICK

Todd returned with Emily and squeezed into our compartment,

pulling the door closed behind them. It was tight for four fully grown
adult humanoids, but we made it work. Everyone waited silently for
me to explain why we were rushing off to Austria.
I drew in a deep breath, then let it out quickly as my gaze
traveled between them. “So, I know you guys are wondering why
the rush to get back to Austria. Remember that rock we thought
might be a Vimpiri ship? It was basically drifting this way, and we
didn’t expect it to get here for another hundred years?” I kept my
voice low just in case our cabin steward got nosey.
Lucy’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, just nodded sharply.
Emily and Todd glanced at each other then back at me, also
nodding.
“Well, it turns out it is neither as far away, nor as slow, as we
originally thought.”
“Wait… what? How is that possible?” Emily’s voice was
incredulous. “Isn’t your technology supposed to be so much better
than human tech? How could they possibly make that mistake?”
My eyes focused on hers. “We suspect it wasn’t a mistake.
Mother is questioning the vimpiri who provided that information and
the whole chain it traveled before it got to us. The current theory is
that one of Jakob’s friends didn’t want the Lost Bachelors to pair
with humans.”
 Lucy’s voice was flat. “That doesn’t make any sense. Surely if
they didn’t want the Lost Bachelors to give up hope of female vimpiri
to pair with, they would want you to think they were closer, rather
than further away?”
My fingers ran through my hair, and I huffed another sigh.
“You’re right, it makes little sense. We can’t figure out why they
would fabricate that distance, given all the factors. We do not
understand what purpose that would serve, especially since we
would have found out the truth soon.”
“How soon?” Todd asked warily.
“Well, we just found out yesterday-”
“No,” he interrupted, “how soon will they be here?”
My gaze darted to Lucy before I answered. “They are due to
arrive in less than two days.”
Lucy’s face remained casually impassive, as if her features had
frozen in place.
“That soon?” Todd breathed. “That’s quite a difference…”
“Precisely,” I agreed. “For the time being we will direct them to
land their craft in the mountains near the tunnel where we hid our
ship. It will have to be re-excavated before we can allow it in, but
there’s an open cave that should work. There’s still an escape hatch
near there, so we can let them into the caverns that way and work
on ameliorating them to human society.”
Emily’s tone was curious. “How does that work? Won’t NASA
detect them when they try to enter the atmosphere?”
“We have people placed in strategic positions in human society.
They help protect us from discovery.”
“Yeah, they can’t all be rock stars,” Todd joked.
I could almost hear the wheels turning in Emily’s head as she
considered my words. “I suppose you would just have to switch
people out every so often, like one guy grows old and hires a ‘new’
guy to take over…” she trailed off as she worked through the
logistics.
I nodded. “That’s the gist of it. We have been involved since the
beginning of the space programs on Earth. It was vitally important
we were on top of any information they gathered and could
intercept any communications not meant for human ears. Our
contact at NASA will make the landing ship appear to be a falling
meteorite; he’ll reduce its apparent size and change the final data to
make it appear to have burned up in the atmosphere.”
“Crazy,” Emily mused. “So… have you been in contact with them
already?”
“Minimally,” I answered. “The more data sent back and forth, the
more opportunities for it to be intercepted. We have very little
information aside from what I’ve already told you. They will be here
soon enough and then there will be plenty of time to catch up.”
“So you don’t know who is on that ship?” Todd asked. “Maybe
Neb-”
“We don’t know,” I cut him off, my tone sharper than I intended.
I tried again. “It’s better not to speculate for the time being, we
don’t want anyone to get upset or needlessly anxious, any more
than they already are. As I said, we will know soon enough.
However, since this is an important event, Mother requested that I
return immediately and suggested that I bring you all with me.”
“Why would she want us there?” Todd flipped his dark hair out of
his eyes. “Lucy I understand, but I don’t get how I’m supposed to do
anything helpful. I mean, I’m happy to come, but Emily and I aren’t
exactly part of the welcoming committee.”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure, to be honest. She didn’t offer an
explanation, just said that if you all could come, you should.” My
eyes drifted to Lucy again, who hadn’t spoken or even moved since
the conversation started. Reaching for her hand, I pressed lightly at
her fingers until she allowed me to slide mine in between and
squeeze. Her eyes rose to meet my gaze and I smiled encouragingly,
but her expression did not improve. The depth of sadness in her
eyes was shocking; The corner of her lip curled in a millimeter smile
in response to mine, but the movement did not affect her hollow
stare.
A knock sounded at the compartment door. A muffled voice
called from outside, “Sir, dinner is ready. Shall I bring it now?”
“Yes, thank you,” I answered loudly. After his response that he
would be back in five minutes, I turned again to Todd and Emily.
“You both now know as much as I do. I expect when we arrive in
Hall in Tirol, Mother will want to see me and we’ll hopefully get more
details. Until then, let’s enjoy our flight, get some rest, and try to
prepare for tomorrow.”
“Okay man,” Todd flipped his hair out of his eyes again. “This is
crazy, but it's good news.” Glancing at Emily, he said, “Come on,
baby, let’s go. I think I’m gonna have more champagne with my
dinner.” He tugged her hand and they left, Emily casting one last
concerned glance at Lucy before she exited the compartment.
Lucy was staring straight ahead, her gaze unfocused as she
chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully.
“Lucy,” I asked gently, “Are you all right?”
She blinked her hazel eyes, then refocused her gaze on me.
“Yeah, I…” she paused, reconsidered. “No, to be honest I don’t know
if I am or not.”
My pulse quickened. “There’s nothing to worry about; You know
that, right? This changes nothing for us, and nothing between us.” I
squeezed her hand again in a gesture I hoped was reassuring.
Lucy’s voice was sad, the edge of pain thinly veiled in her
attempt to sound normal. “Doesn’t it, though?”
“Absolutely not!” I answered firmly. “There is no one for me but
you, Lucy. I don’t care if that ship has a hundred Lost Warriors
looking for a mate, none of them could possibly replace you.” Her
distress made me anxious, and I wanted to reassure her.
She smiled half-heartedly, but her eyes were still sad. “If you say
so.”
“I do!” I insisted. “How can I prove it to you?”
Lucy’s steady gaze held mine, her unsaid words clear.
My eyes involuntarily dropped to the pulse pounding visibly at
her throat, then traveled back to her face. Suddenly frustrated by
the distance between us, I tugged her from her seat and gathered
her in my arms. “We will, Lucy, I promise you. There’s nothing I
want more than to call you my mate,” I whispered fervently, my
breath stirring the strands of hair that drifted over my face. She was
stiff in my arms at first, but as I held her tightly and refused to let
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It was by some of these German miners whom the merchant
venturers of Cornwall engaged in exploiting the Cornish mines,
under a charter granted by Queen Elizabeth, that the “dowsing
rod” (Schlagruthe, or striking-rod) was introduced into England
for the purpose of discovering mineral veins. Professor W. F.
Barrett, “Water-Finding,” in the Times, January 21, 1905.
129
Essay, Of Usurie.
130
Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3.
131
I. Abrahams, Jewish Life in the Middle Ages, p. 251.
132
S. R. Gardiner, History of the Commonwealth and
Protectorate, vol. ii. p. 30, n. 3.
133
See above, p. 148.
134
Spectator, No. 213, Nov. 3 1711.
135
Ib. No. 495, Sept. 27, 1712.
136
Quoted in H. Graetz’s History of the Jews, vol. v. p. 359.
137
T. Carlyle, History of Frederick the Great, bk. xvi. ch. vii.
138
This arrangement was abolished by the Separation Law
promulgated on December 9, 1905, when the Republic
resolved neither “to recognise, pay salaries to, nor subsidise
any form of worship.” The Jews have shared the effects of this
Act with the Protestants and Roman Catholics of France, and
like the former of these Christian denominations, and unlike
the latter, readily accepted the change.
139
Over the Teacups, pp. 193 fol.
140
J. G. Lockhart, Life of Sir W. Scott, Ch. xlvi.
141
The original of Scott’s Rebecca is said to have been a real
person—Rebecca Gratz of Philadelphia. Washington Irving,
 who knew Miss Gratz, introduced her to Scott’s notice. She
was born in 1781, and died in 1869. Her claim to have been
“the original of Rebecca in Ivanhoe” is sustained in a paper
with that title in the Century Magazine, 1882, pp. 679 fol.
142
Don Juan, Canto ii. lxv. It is only fair to add that Scott also, at
the time of his financial distress, embittered by the harsh
treatment which he experienced at the hands of his Jewish
creditors, Abud and Son, expressed himself in very strong
terms concerning “the vagabond stock-jobbing Jews” in
general, and the Abuds in particular. See Scott’s Diary under
dates Nov. 25, 1825, and Oct. 9, 1826, in J. G. Lockhart, Life
of Sir W. Scott, Ch. lxv. and lxxi.
143
Table-Talk.
144
Luther’s Table-Talk, Ch. 852.
145
Coleridge’s Table-Talk, April 14, 1830.
146
Cp. above, p. 225.
147
Editor’s note on May 30, 1830.
148
Aug. 14, 1833.
149
Editor’s note on April 14, 1830.
150
Charles Lamb, Essay on Imperfect Sympathies.
151
J. Morley, Life of W. E. Gladstone, Vol. i. pp. 106, 375.
152
See below, pp. 378 fol.
153
See The Jewish Encyclopaedia, passim.
154
This phase of the internal history of Russia since 1881 is well
summarised in an article on “The Constitutional Agitation in
Russia,” by Prince Kropotkin, The Nineteenth Century,
January, 1905.
155
See Memorandum of the Armenian Patriarchate, protesting
against the edict of spoliation, issued on June 12–25, 1903, in
Armenia, October and November, 1906.
156
See A. Vambéry, “The Awakening of the Tartars,” The
Nineteenth Century, February, 1905.
157
The Times, October 8, 1904.
158
According to the census returns of 1897, the number of
illiterate inhabitants in the country varies from 44.9 to 89.2 per
cent.
159
E. F. G. Law, “The Present Condition of Russia,” The
Fortnightly Review, April, 1882.
160
Vice-Consul Wagstaff’s report, in Goldwin Smith’s “The Jews,”
The Nineteenth Century, Nov. 1882.
161
See above, p. 148. Cp. p. 167.
162
Olga Novikoff, “The Temperance Movement in Russia,” The
Nineteenth Century, Sept. 1882. Cp. M. O. Menchikoff, “The
Jewish Peril in Russia,” The Monthly Review, Feb. 1904.
163
See above, p. 329.
164
Goldwin Smith, ubi supra.
165
Ibid.
166
Goldwin Smith, ubi supra.
167
See above, p. 154.
168
For a full account of this and other aspects of Russian
domestic policy, the reader is referred to Herr Wolf von
Schierbrand’s Russia: Her Strength and her Weakness, 1904.
169
E. F. G. Law, ubi supra.
170
Olga Novikoff, ubi supra.
171
Goldwin Smith, “The Jews,” The Nineteenth Century, Nov.
1882. Cp. Pierre Botkine, Secretary of the Russian Legation in
Washington, “A Voice for Russia,” The Century Magazine, Feb.
1893.
172
Laurence Oliphant, “The Jew and the Eastern Question,” The
Nineteenth Century, Aug. 1882.
173
Pierre Botkine, Secretary of the Russian Legation in
Washington, “A Voice for Russia,” in The Century Magazine,
Feb. 1893. Cp. “A reply” to it by Joseph Jacobs, Secretary of
the Russo-Jewish Committee, London, in the same periodical,
July, 1893.
174
In 1902–3 the Russian Empire, according to the Statistical
Table in the Jewish Year Book, contained 5,189,401 Jews,
representing 04.13 of the total population (125,668,000). There
are serious reasons, however, to believe that their real number
is considerably in excess of this figure.
175
The Times, June 14, 1905.
176
Towards the end of 1904 a Bill was introduced in the Council of
the Empire, preventing the promotion even of baptized Jews.
But, owing to reasons which will be explained in the sequel, it
was withdrawn.—The newspaper Voshod, reported by Reuter
in a despatch dated St. Petersburg, Dec. 23.
177
H. H. Munro in the Morning Post, June 3, 1904.
178
Statement by M. De Plehve, The Standard, April 8, 1904.
179
Reuter telegram, dated Melbourne, June 4, 1903.
180
The Daily Chronicle, June 22, 1903.
181
Reuter telegram, dated Berlin, May 30, 1903.
182
Andrew D. White, “A Diplomat’s Recollections of Russia,” The
Century Magazine, Nov. 1904.
183
Prince Kropotkin, “The Constitutional Agitation in Russia,” The
Nineteenth Century, Jan. 1905.
184
Those were the words of the Crown Prosecutor at the Kishineff
Trial, The Times, Dec. 25, 1903.
185
The Times, Dec. 19, 1903.
186
Ibid.
187
Reuter telegram, dated Kishineff, Dec. 21, 1903.
188
Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, Dec. 17, 1903.
189
M. O. Menchikoff, one of the editors of the Novoe Vremya,
“The Jewish Peril in Russia,” The Monthly Review, Feb. 1904.
190
Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, June 4, 1903.
191
The Standard correspondent at Kieff, under date Dec. 18,
1903.
192
A meagre account of the occurrence appeared in The
Standard, Sept. 25, 1903.
193
The Times, Dec. 21, 1903.
194
Tugan-Baranowsky, “Anti-Semitism in Contemporary Russia,”
The Monthly Review, Jan. 1904.
195
Some very illuminating revelations concerning the organisation
of these authorised riots were made during a recent trial at St.
Petersburg. See Reuter telegram from that town, Oct. 26,
1906, and an account by the Tribune correspondent under
same date.
196
See Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, June 13, and Mr.
Lucien Wolf’s letter in The Times of June 14, 1904.
197
Andrew D. White, “A Diplomat’s Recollections of Russia,” The
Century Magazine, Nov. 1904.
198
The Standard, Aug. 1, 1904.
199
Lucien Wolf, “M. De Plehve and the Jewish Question,” in The
Times, Feb. 6, 1904.
200
Reuter telegram, Aug. 17, 1904.
201
Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, Sept. 12, 1904.
202
Reuter telegram, dated Kattowitz (Silesia), Sept. 12, 1904.
203
The Special Commissioner of the Daily Telegraph, Dec. 10,
1904.
204
Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, Sept. 3, 1904.
205
Reuter telegram, dated New York, January 10, 1905.
206
According to the returns of the last census (1899), 78 per cent.
of the population over 7 years of age can neither read nor
write.
207
See above, p. 243.
208
See a most interesting sketch of the movement in S.
Schechter’s Studies in Judaism, pp. 1 fol., the same author’s
article on the subject in Nord und Süd, January, 1905, and
S. M. Dubnow’s article in the Jewish Encyclopedia, Vol. vi. pp.
251 fol.
209
H. Sutherland Edwards, Sir William White: His Life and
Correspondence, p. 84.
210
Ibid. See also a summary of this period under title “The Jews in
Roumania” in The Standard, Sept. 30, 1902.
211
J. Morley, Life of W. E. Gladstone, Vol. iii. p. 475 (1891).
212
The story is related at length by Gibbon, Decline and Fall of
the Roman Empire, Ch. xxvi.
213
One example will suffice. The peasant word for a convivial
gathering is written sedatore, and pronounced shezetoare.
214
Alexander A. Landesco, in The Century Magazine, May, 1906,
p. 160.
215
The Vienna correspondent of The Times, June 10, 1902.
216
Carmen Sylva, “The Jews in Roumania,” The Century
Magazine, March, 1906.
217
See statistics of population in the Jewish Year Book for 1902–
03. Cp. the Statesman’s Year Book for 1906.
218
Report from Bucharest, published in the Pester Lloyd, see The
Standard, Sept. 27, 1902. Cp. the article “Oath More Judaico”
in the Jewish Encyclopedia, ix. p. 367.
219
The Vienna correspondent of The Standard, Sept. 19, 1902.
220
Reuter telegram, dated Bucharest, April 12, 1902.
221
The Times, June 10, 1902.
222
Reuter telegram, dated Washington, Sept. 17, 1902.
223
The Standard, Sept. 23, 1902.
224
The attitude of the various Powers is described at length by the
correspondents of the London Press in their respective
capitals. See Standard, Sept. 20, 25, 26; Morning Post, Sept.
20; Daily Chronicle, Sept. 22, etc.
225
The Daily Chronicle, September 29, 1902.
226
Carmen Sylva, “The Jews in Roumania,” The Century
Magazine, March, 1906.
227
Alexander A. Landesco, The Century Magazine, May, 1906, p.
160.
228
The Vienna correspondent of the Standard, Sept. 26, 1902.
229
Isocrates, Panegyr. 50.
230
In Germany, out of a total population of 56,500,000, there are
587,000 Jews, of whom 376,000 reside in Prussia. In Austria
there are 1,150,000 out of a total population of 26,000,000,
and in Hungary 850,000 out of a total population of
19,000,000. The percentage of Jews, therefore, is in Germany
01.04, in Austria 04.80, in Hungary 04.43.—Jewish Year-Book,
1902–03.
231
“The Jews in Germany,” by the author of “German Home Life,”
The Contemporary Review, January, 1881.
232
Ernest Schuster, “The Anti-Jewish Agitation in Germany,” The
Fortnightly Review, March 1, 1881.
233
Statutes quoted by Lucien Wolf in “The Anti-Jewish Agitation,”
The Nineteenth Century, February, 1881.
234
Ernest Schuster, ubi supra.
235
See above, p. 307.
236
“The Jews in Germany,” by the author of “German Home Life,”
The Contemporary Review, January, 1881. For these and
similar demands see also Ernest Schuster, ubi supra.
237
Karl Blind, “The Conflict in Germany,” The Nineteenth Century,
February, 1882.
238
The Vienna Correspondent of the Times in a letter dated Nov.
11, 1904.
239
The Times, October 22, 1904.
240
Reuter telegram, dated Vienna, June 11, 1906. Cp. “Hidden
Forces in Austrian Politics,” a letter by “Scotus Viaticus” in the
Spectator, July 7, 1906.
241
The Vienna correspondent of The Times, January 7, 1907.
242
Lucien Wolf, “The Anti-Jewish Agitation,” The Nineteenth
Century, Feb., 1881.
243
Étude sur l’Ecclésiaste, pp. 91 fol.
244
See Qu’est-ce qu’une Nation? a paper read at the Sorbonne
on March 11, 1882, in Discours et Conférences, pp. 277 fol.
245
See lectures and speeches delivered in 1883 in Discours et
Conférences, pp. 336, 374, etc.
246
See Ed. Drumont’s La France Juive, a work which, published
in 1886, raised its author at once to the rank of commander-in-
chief of the anti-Semitic forces in France.
247
86,885 in a total population of 38,595,000, i.e. a percentage of
00.22, Jewish Year Book, 1902–03.
248
The Standard, Dec. 7, 1903.
249
A statistic supplied to the Commission for Tlemcen shows that
out of 6000 Jews there are only 10 possessing more than
£2000, and another, supplied for Constantine, shows that out
of 1024 Jewish electors there are only 10 possessed of real
estate and 146 merchants. The rest lead a miserable hand-to-
mouth existence.—Le Temps, Sept. 25, 1901.
250
J. Morley, Life of W. E. Gladstone, vol. iv. pp. 552, 558.
251
E.g. Sir J. G. T. Sinclair, A Defence of Russia (1877); T. P.
O’Connor, Lord Beaconsfield: a Biography (1878); etc.
252
In justice to the writer it must be added that this ungenerous
and untrue caricature was the common estimate of Disraeli
 entertained by all his political opponents. Except Lord Acton,
they all agreed with the Duke of Argyll in holding that Disraeli
was a “fantastic adventurer”—a man who, having no opinions
of his own and no traditions with which to break, “was free to
play with prejudices in which he did not share, and to express
passions which were not his own, except in so far as they were
tinged with personal resentment.” See Duke of Argyll:
Autobiography and Memoirs, Vol. i. p. 280.
253
Malcolm MacColl, “Lord Beaconsfield,” The Contemporary
Review, June, 1881.
254
Goldwin Smith, “The Jews,” The Nineteenth Century, Nov.,
1882. The writer repeats all these views, in almost identical
terms, in The Independent, June 21, 1906.
255
Israel Abrahams, Jewish Life in the Middle Ages, Introd.
256
Rise and Influence of the Spirit of Rationalism in Europe, vol. ii.
p. 281.
257
Goldwin Smith, ubi supra.
258
S. Singer, “The Russo-Jewish Immigrant,” in The English
Illustrated Magazine, Sept. 1891.
259
David Baron, The Ancient Scriptures and the Modern Jew, p.
179, 1900.
260
Arnold White, The Modern Jew, 1899.
261
Jewish Year Book, 1902.
262
Report in The Standard, Dec. 14, 1903.
263
Arnold White, For Efficiency, 1902, price 3d.
264
“The Alien Inquiry: an omitted point,” The Standard, Sept. 5,
1903.
265
The Pioneer, Nov. 14, 1904. Commercial jealousy, embittered
by racial prejudice, is also at the root of the anti-Japanese
agitation now raging in California.
266
Charles Grant, The Contemporary Review, March, 1881.
267
See an article under the title “The East-End Hevra” in The
Standard of April 27, and a reply to it in the issue of May 1,
1903.
268
J. H. Schooling, “Foreigners in England,” The Fortnightly
Review, November, 1904. Mr. Chamberlain also, in the debate
on the Aliens Bill (May 2, 1905), frankly avowed that he
supported that measure because it harmonised with his policy
of protection, and he very logically dwelt on the identity of the
principle underlying both programmes.
269
Report of the Commission, pp. 19, 20.
270
The Daily Chronicle, January 9, 1903.
271
The Daily Chronicle, Feb. 17, 1904.
272
For the text of the Bill, see The Times, April 1, 1904.
273
The Standard, leading article, April 26, 1904.
274
Mr. Winston Churchill’s letter to a member of the Jewish
community in Manchester, May 30, 1904.
275
The Daily Chronicle, May 18, 1903.
276
The Daily Chronicle, May 4, 1904.
277
Letter by Mr. Balfour, dated May 9, 1904.
278
The Daily Chronicle, May 13, 1904.
279
Ibid. May 14, 1904.
280
A Modern Exodus. By Violet Guttenberg.
281
Report in The Standard, April 2, 1904.
282
Report in The Times, April 17, 1905.
283
Mr. Wyndham’s statement in the House of Commons, April 25,
1904.
284
“Milesian,” letter in The Times, April 4, 1904.
285
E. B. Levin, letter in The Times, April 12, 1904.
286
“Milesian,” ubi supra.
287
“Milesian,” ubi supra.
288
See The Times, April 8 and 12, 1904.
289
The Standard, August 8, 1904.
290
J. H. Schooling, “Foreigners in England,” The Fortnightly
Review, November, 1904.
291
W. Evans Gordon, “The Economic Side of Alien Immigration,”
The Nineteenth Century, February, 1905.
292
W. Evans Gordon, letter in The Times, March 22, 1904.
293
Letter in The Standard, August 8, 1904.
294
Ibid. July 7, 1904.
295
J. Morley, Life of W. E. Gladstone, vol. iii. p. 475.
296
For a list of such works see the article “Inquisition” in the
Encyclopaedia Britannica.
297
Jeremiah xxxii. 37. Cp. Isaiah xi. 12 etc.
298
S. Schechter, Studies in Judaism, pp. 131–2.
299
For an exhaustive account of the historic development of
Zionism see Lucien Wolf, “Zionism,” in the Encyclopaedia
 Britannica.
300
For a full enumeration of the arguments and sentiments which
impelled the mass of Russian and Roumanian Jews in the
early ’Eighties to prefer an Eastern to a Western exodus, see
Laurence Oliphant, “The Jew and the Eastern Question,” The
Nineteenth Century, August, 1882.
301
Laurence Oliphant, ubi supra. On the other hand, it must not
be forgotten that the members of the Chovevi Zion Societies
represented but a very small proportion of the total Jews of the
world.
302
The Jewish World, Aug. 15, 1902.
303
The St. Petersburg correspondent of The Times, Oct. 14,
1902.
304
See the late Minister’s of the Interior utterances on the subject:
Lucien Wolf, “M. De Plehve and the Jewish Question,” in The
Times, Feb. 6, 1904.
305
The Jewish Question, Gay and Bird, 1894, p. 27.
306
Pp. 31–32.
307
P. 38.
308
Table-Talk, April 13, 1830.
309
Lucien Wolf, “Zionism,” Encyclopaedia Britannica.
310
Aspects of the Jewish Question. By “A Quarterly Reviewer,”
1902, p. 76.
311
P. 16.
312
M. J. Landa, “The Doom of Zionism,” in The Manchester
Guardian, Jan. 10, 1905.
313
“Palestine Revisited,” The Statesman, Oct. 23, 1904.
314
Lucien Wolf, article on “Zionism” in the Encyclopaedia
Britannica.
315
Report in The Daily Chronicle, May 18, 1903.
316
Reuter telegram, dated Basel, Aug. 24, 1903.
317
Reuter telegram, dated St. Petersburg, Oct. 12, 1903.
318
“Palestine Revisited,” The Statesman, October 23, 1904.
319
On this aspect of the Jewish question see an article by M.
Anatole Leroy-Beaulieu in the Revue des deux Mondes, March
1, 1903; and another on La Langue Française en Orient in Le
Monde Illustré, April 11, 1903.
320
The Daily Chronicle, May 18, 1903.
321
L. J. Greenberg, report of a meeting of “Friends of Jewish
Freedom,” in The Times, Dec. 7, 1904.
322
Communication dated Foreign Office, Aug. 14, 1903.
323
Report in The Standard, May 4, 1904.
324
Reuter telegram, dated Paris, Dec. 21, 1903; Paris
correspondent of The Times, under same date.
325
The Daily Chronicle, Dec. 22, 1903. Cp. Mr. L. J. Greenberg’s
statement, The Times, Dec. 7, 1904.
326
“The East Africa Protectorate,” The Nineteenth Century,
September, 1904; cp. his book under the same title (1905), pp.
177–8; 315.
327
See The Times, Dec. 7, 1904.
328
Reuter telegram, dated Dec. 24, 1904.
329
Report in The Times, Dec. 20, 1904.
330
The American Hebrew, quoted in The Literary Digest, May 20,
1905.
 INDEX

Abdul Hamid, 491, 492, 501.

Abdul-Rahman III., 71.
Abraham, 39, 312, 502, 518.
Abramovitch, 355.
Abu-Yussuf Chasdai, 71.
Acosta, Uriel, 249–50, 298.
Act of 1858, allowing Jews to omit certain words from oath, 324.
Addison, 282–4.
Aelia Capitolina, see Jerusalem.
Africa, flight of Jews to, 150.
Age of Bronze, The (Byron), 316.
Agricultural settlements, 363, 507;
college, 509;
colonies, foundation of, 507, 509.
Agriculture, attitude of Jews towards, 509, 510, 514.
Agrippa, King, 23.
Akers-Douglas, 462–4, 469.
Albigensian sect, in France, 91–5, 144, 217.
Albigenses, 83.
Alexander the Great, 1, 20, 301, 302, 408.
Alexander Severus, Emperor, 39.
Alexander II., Czar, 332–3;
assassination of, 334, 335, 368.
Alexander II., Pope, 142.
Alexander III., restrictive policy, 335.
Alexandria, Jews in, 2, 20, 22, 47, 73, 195;
anti-Jewish movement in, 23;
Graeco-Jewish feud, 25–6.
Alexis Petrovitch, 330.
Alfonso VI. of Castile, 142–3.
Alfonso X. (the Wise), 144–5, 150.
Alfonso XI., 146, 148.
Algeria, Jewish Question in, 436.
Alien Peril, Royal Commission appointed to enquire into, 460, 465,
466.
Alien question, 460, 478.
Aliens Act, 475–6.
Aliens Bill, 462–7, 469, 472–5.
Alliance Israélite Universelle, 482, 483, 507, 510.
Almohades, the, 74.
Alroy, David, 90.
Alypius, of Antioch, 45.
Alsace, Jews in, 294–5, 296.
Ambrosius, Bishop of Milan, 52.
America, 277, 357, 397, 398, 403, 417, 460.
American Note (Mr. Hay’s), 398–403.
Amsterdam, 247, 277, 329;
synagogue inaugurated and press established, 248.
Andalusia, Semitic renaissance in, 70.
Anglo-Jewish Association, 483.
Anglo-Jewish prayer to the King, 324.
Anne, Queen, statute of, concerning Jews, 282;
repeal of, 323.
Anti-Semitic League, The, 421–2.
Anti-Semitism, origin of, 407, 411, 434;
literature, 418–9, 433;
its effect on modern Jews, 479–80.
Antioch, Jews of, 47, 49–50.
Antiochus Epiphanes, 3, 32.
Antoninus Pius, 38.
Apis, Temple of, 21.
Aquinas, Thomas, 99, 110, 185.
Aramaic Papyri (discovered by R. Mond), 2.
Archangel, British traders at, 329–30.
Argentine Republic, 361.
Argyll, Duke of, 438.
Arian kings, Israel under, 57.
Armenians, 402.
Arnold, Matthew, 457.
Asher, 200–1.
Ashkenazim, the, 508.
Asia Minor, Jews in, 90.
Assideans, the, see Chassidim.
Atonement, Day of, 212.
Augustus, 21, 22.
Austria, 292, 397, 412, 415;
anti-Semitic agitations in, 426, 429, 490.
Austrian Constitution grants full liberty to Jews, 309.
Avignon, Council of, 93–4, 186, 235.
Avitus, Bishop of Clermont, 56.

Baalshem, Israel, 326, 380, 381, 382.

Babylon, 1, 11, 55, 300;
Jews in, 35, 39.
Babylonian captivity, return from, 325.
Bacon, 272–4.
Balfour, Arthur, 460, 466, 467.
Balkan States, number of Jews in, 395.
Baltic provinces, 334–5;
Russification of, 336.
Barcelona, theological contest at, 98, 145, 147.
Bar-Cochba, 37.
Barth, Dr., publication in Die Nation by, 358.
Basel, Zionist congresses at, 501, 506, 511–6.
Basil, 51–2.
Bathori, Stephen, 237.
Bayezid (the Lightning), 180.
Beaconsfield, Lord, see Disraeli.
Beckmann, General, 360.
Bel, Temple of, 1.
Belisarius, 49, 54.
Benjamin, of Tiberias, 50.
Benjamin, of Tudela, 52, 89–90, 147, 486.
Bentwich, Herbert, 515.
Berlin, 292;
Congress at, 385, 398, 483;
Treaty of, 390, 391, 399, 401;
foundation of anti-Jewish society in, 421;
Jews’ Chace at, 423.
Bessarabets, the, anti-Semite paper, 358–9.
Bessarabia, 360, 361;
massacre of Jews in, 510.
Beth Din, the, 64, 141.
Beziers, 68–9;
massacre at, 92;
Council of, 100.
Bismarck, 307, 384, 385, 416, 420, 421, 424.
Black Art, Jewish professors of, 103, 222.
Black Death, 147, 158.
Black Sea opened to international commerce, 383.
Boccaccio, 187, 189.
Bodo, Bishop, apostacy of, 80–1.
Bologna, university of, 410.
Book of Maxims (Santob de Carrion), 147.
Bordeaux, internecine feud at, 294.
Boulanger, General, 432–3.
Bratiano, 383.
British East Africa, 511, 513, 515;
Commission sent to, 515, 516.
British Jews’ Society, 466.
Bucharest, 382, 429.
Buda-Pesth, outrages in, 426.
Bulgaria, 387, 395.
Bund, the, secret society, 376.

Cabbala, the, 194–5, 200, 225.

Caesar, Julius, 20–1, 302.
Caligula, 22, 23, 31.
Cambridge, 131, 133, 324.
Canada, emigration of Jews to, 403.
Cancionero, 147.
Captivity, The (Goldsmith), quoted, 299.
Cassius, Dion, 35.
Cassius, Quaestor, 20.
Castile, Civil war in, 148;
Holy Office established in, 156, 405.
Cathari, see Albigenses.
Catholicism, the poet of, 184;
warfare against, 187, 311.
Chamberlain, Joseph, 399, 511.
Chanukah, see Feast of Dedication.
Charlemagne, 78–9, 302, 409.
Charles II., 280, 281.
Charles the Simple, 81–2.
Charles X. of Sweden, 241.