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became weak and vulnerable.
    Tears filled my eyes as I watched him sink beneath the dark waters of the river. For several seconds, seeming like hours, he stared at me as he struggled against the filling of his lungs. Then he lay still, his black eyes open and fixed upon me forever.
Grigori Rasputin, my first lover, the man whose seed I had carried, my enemy, and my rival, was dead.
I spent the remainder of the night in the train station. The following morning, I found myself heading back to Munich and to you.
As you know, over the next ten years we became as one. You are my daughter and my best friend. I have loved you and will always love you. I am pleased that Dr Stein willed that money to you for your education. Go as planned to Oxford and become a doctor. And now we come to the reason why I needed to tell you this story. My child, you have your father's gift. It is in your hands; you have the power to save the dying. Use it wisely, but take care that no one ever finds out the truth about your paternity. There are many who still hate Rasputin and who feel that he was the downfall of Russia. If they ever realize who you are, I fear they will kill you.
Take care my child, my dear sweet Margot, and know always that your father and I loved you with all of our hearts.
"Mama, stop...please...you are not ready to die. I can postpone my leaving for school and stay with you. You say I have the gift,- then I will lay hands upon you. I will save you."
"No child, I want to go, yearn to go. My work here is complete. I've raised you into an incredible young woman. It is now time to see your father. He has waited long enough and I ache to be with him. Your life is ahead of you, your dreams and your future await....go...fly my little bird...take your wings and fly."
Turning her head away, the old gypsy witch closed her eyes on the world for the last time.
Jan smiled that old familiar smile, his blond hair falling over his eyes, as he waited with open arms on the other side. She ran to him, and was instantly turned a young girl again. All of the disease and hardship of her life on earth dissolved in a cloud of fairy dust. Laughing as her skirts blew wildly, he lifted her off the ground in a long awaited embrace. Their lips met as their hearts and bodies joined together for eternity.
Outside the window, a rainbow peeked though the silver white clouds. Margot smiled as a single tear fell from her eyes onto the pillow. Then she left the room to pack her bags for school. After the funeral and the sale of the farm, she would take the train to England and into her future...
     
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