Prince Jakub paced the room in a state of marked agitation.
"This Granville of yours, by what means do you know him? I should not need to remind you, my dear Rittmeister, what is at stake?"
"No your Majesty, I am per..."
"Don't call me that!!! I am at the moment more distant of gaining my fathers crown than any crown prince in history. And it all depends on this ghost of a Granville. Curse your machinations Krefeld!!
If it weren't for you I could have sold my votes long ago. God knows I have received some fine offers recently, to allow me to live nobly in Vienna or Paris."
"If the prince so desires..."
"No,no, I am but in distress to find a way out of this mess. Poland needs and deserves a Polish king, and stay clear of being a pawn in the hands of foreign powers... and who else but a Pole could control the exuberance of our own nobles? But with the way things stand, how am I to convince the nobles to stand behind me. We both know, they only vote for gold!!!"
The princes companion keep quiet. What was there to say, after all the Prince was right. All they could do is wait. Looking out the great windows to the bustling the streets below, he saw a 4 horse coach pull into the prince's palace. it seem visitors were about to arrive.
True enough, the House servant entered shortly afterwards:
" Sire, 2 visitors have presented themselves atthe door, saying you are expecting them?"
The prince shot his compnion an enquiring look. The latter just raised an eyebrow.
"Well who are they?"
" The gentleman is a jew, goes by the name of Mordechai Goldfeder." the lackey mentioned, not even in religiously tolerant Poland has this persecuted people been free of prejudice.
"The lady accompanying him, presented herself as Krystyna Skarbek, Countess of Granville."
"GRANVILLE!!!" exclaimed the prince, "Countess... so Granville is ..."
"... a Woman" a decidedly feminine voice said from the doorway.
"Your Highness, I hope you will excuse the intrusion, but as I am sure you understand, I have important news to share with you." said the Countess, entering the room completely, closely followed by a very well dressed gentleman, the banker Mordechai Goldfeder.