Chapter 51. The Crash
3 April 1941, Constantinople, International Zone of the Straits
Anne had had a busy day. In the morning, she had attended yet another difficult meeting with the Soviet Vice-Governor Sergei Vinogradov, who had protested the Empire's actions in the International Zone, which was treated almost as an integral part of the Empire (except for the presence of foreign troops). Shortly after noon, Anne had conferred with the Ecumenical Patriarch, Benjamin I, about the proposed ecumenical meeting with the Pope. Later that afternoon, she had visited the site of the future triumphal arch, where the excavations for its foundations had inadvertently disturbed a potentially important archaeological site.
Anne was tired, annoyed and slightly agitated. Constantinople was a vipers' nest, full of spies, intrigues and danger. As in her previous life, she had a morbid fascination with the City, oscillating between deep hatred and guilty desire. She disliked her frequent visits, yet she longed for the day she would throw the Soviets out to finally turn Constantinople into her Imperial Capital. At that moment though, she just wanted to go home, to Bucharest, to her loving husband and wonderful baby girl.
Late in the evening, Anne and her staff boarded the Imperial plane, which was getting ready for take-off. Elaine, who was sitting next to Anne, bent her head towards her friend, whispering her name.
Anne (yawning): "Yes, Elaine. Are you comfortable?"
Elaine (calm): "Yes, I am. These seats are comfy... It's just that there is a bomb onboard."
Anne (irritated): "Again?! I'm sick of this sh... of all these attempts on my life. They will never stop, will they? Just how many of them were so far? Eight or nine?"
Elaine: "Ten. Five this year, four the previous year and the lone one back in 1939. Three bombs, one grenade, four snipers, one attempted vehicular ramming and one use of poison. Pathetic."
Anne: "Yes, I'm sick of it... Who are the culprits this time? I hope it's the bloody Bolsheviks!..."
Elaine: "I think it's the Italians this time."
Anne: "Oh, that would be even better... Elaine, I'm really thinking to let it blow up this time. Do you think you could save us, you know, somehow land the damaged plane safely? If the bomb is not very powerful to tear the whole damn plane apart, of course. I mean... You know..."
Elaine: "I'll be right back."
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Elaine: "Whew. Yes, it's doable. The bomb will probably rip a hole in the lower part of the fuselage and we may lose some luggage. Apart from that, it may sever some of the control levers, which may render the plane inoperable. Without me, the result would likely be a difficult crash-landing, with a number of casualties. But, of course, I will be able to intervene and save the day. Do you really want to let it explode?"
Anne: "Yes. And then I'll throw the Italians out of the Balkans! Yes, let's do it!"
Elaine: "This is going to be fun. It will explode in about 47 minutes. You'll have to remove your shoes, buckle up and keep your mouth shut. I'll remind you shortly before the blast... Are you afraid?"
Anne (laughing): "Me? Not at all. What's the worst that could happen?"
Elaine: "You will certainly feel the shock. You may feel some pain. Your eardrums may rupture if the bang is strong enough, which I am unable to estimate accurately just from looking at the bomb. You'll be fine. Mostly."
Anne: "Works for me."
Elaine: "Shoudn't we inform the crew and the rest of the passengers?"
Anne: "No, I don't think so. Everything will be more natural if they just don't know. Let's hope that there will be no casualties."
Elaine: "I believe there will be none. I'll do my best... But, what if somebody dies though? If standing up, someone may bang his head on something. As I said, I'll do my best but I cannot make a promise."
Anne: "Don't worry. If they die, their sacrifice would not be in vain, but for the motherland. Thousands of soldiers died for Ionia and some other thousands died for naught in the doomed campaign in the Levant. Here, a mere handful of casualties will bring more power to the Empire than all those thousands... I mean, obviously, I do cherish each and every life but, in this case, it's really worth it as other lives will be saved."
Elaine: "I see. You feel the guilt, but you are too proud to admit it. Don't worry, I forgive you. Again. But, please, try to sin no more. Do it for me if not for the Creator."
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The Imperial Plane took off from Constantinople and headed northwards. It would have landed in Bucharest four hours later but, when passing close to Odrin (Adrianople), the bomb exploded and all hell broke loose.
Anne was suddenly jolted forwards and upwards by enormous inertial forces. The seatbelt held Anne in place, compressing her abdomen and chest, forcefully pushing the air out of her lungs and almost knocking her out in the process. Moments later, Anne looked around and cursed. The blast had been significantly more powerful than Elaine had expected. A huge hole, about four metres in length and almost two metres in width had been opened in the floor of the cabin. Below, there was nothing. The fuselage was ripped apart and the luggage compartment was gone, possibly the fuel tank as well. Several chairs were missing and so were their occupants and at least one stewardess. Anne cursed again, loudly that time, and started to cry.
Half a minute later, Anne composed herself and continued to assess the situation. Except the howling of the wind, there was silence. Was she partially deaf? Her ears were aching but, even with ruptured eardrums, she should have been able to hear the engines. So, there was no power. Anne looked out the window. The plane was descending rapidly but it was clearly not falling down. It was either gliding or being supported by Elaine. A guard, his face full of blood, was shouting something but Anne was unable to hear him. She dismissed his concern with a hand gesture. People have died. At least five out of eight in the cabin, who knows how many more in the cockpit and in other areas of the plane. Anne sighed. They died because of her. She would take them to Paradise with her after all that madness would be finally over, a hundred-odd years from then.
Anne smelled smoke. There was a fire somewhere in the belly of the aircraft. That was not good, she supposed. But she didn't smell kerosene and that was certainly good. Another shock, a much lighter one. Something had been ripped apart from the rest of the plane. Possibly an engine. Good riddance. It wasn't working anyway. She looked down. A field. Probably corn. That would do. Better than rocks, anyway. Anne thought of Mihai and Victoria. And of her parents and brothers. They would learn of the crash before learning that she was fine. They would be worried sick. Well, not Victoria, she was too young. Her precious Victoria.
Anne looked down again. The ground was coming up towards the plane, opening up to engulf it. She braced for impact and clenched her teeth. She was not afraid, only pissed off. Just seconds to go...
A shock. Quite a gentle one in fact. The nose of the plane had touched the field at a very small angle. Just a light brush on the corn. Or whatever it was planted there. It seemed too good to be true. And it was. Another shock, stronger that time. Then another one. Metal screeching. Metal against soil. The metal was stronger but the soil had the advantage of quantity. The metal was tearing itself apart like paper. A wing was ripped off and hauled back towards the sky. The fuselage started to roll over and break apart. The inertial forces were too great for Anne. The pain was bearable, soaked in adrenaline as she was, but the blood was being rushed away from her brain and she finally fainted.
Some time later, Anne regained her senses. She was still firmly buckled up in her seat, only that the floor was now the ceiling and she was hanging upside down. That was odd. Elaine should have taken her out. Really odd. Anne looked around. The other passengers were nowhere to be seen. No, there was somebody in a corner, legs bent in an abnormal position, motionless. Another sigh. Whatever. She was on her own. The ceiling, now the floor, was about two and a half metres downwards. Piece of cake.
A quick check first. Arms, legs, they responded. She was sore but otherwise fine. Some blood in the mouth, source unknown. Hopefully not from the lungs. Anne simply spit it out. The seatbelt seemed stuck but opened up when forced. She was free. A sharp pain in her left arm, almost unbearable. Anne couldn't support her weight and let go. She fell down on the ceiling below. A muffled thud. Everything was alright. No it was not. The ceiling was hot. Was there a fire still burning somewhere or was it just due to the friction? Anne stood up. A little unsteady, a little wobbly. That was expected. She wouldn't run but she would walk. A large hole in the fuselage. A couple of metres and she was out.
The wreckage was indeed burning. Anne thought to run away but she changed her mind quickly. There was no fuel tank in sight. There would be no explosion. There was wreckage everywhere. And there was nobody around. Nobody alive. Anne sat on the ground and yelled like an animal.
Elaine. Where was Elaine? Where was everybody? Anne stood up and ran back towards the fuselage, looking for Elaine, for anyone. Anne looked around in a frenzy, ripping the damn corn apart with her bare hands, bleeding her fingers and palms. Then she circled the wreckage and found two bodies. They were obviously both dead. Anne reentered the damaged cabin. The guard from the corner, with the broken legs. No, dead as well. Anne yelled again. She was alone. Elaine was nowhere.
Anne went out again. She was very tired and she felt weak. She was bleeding. Not much but still bleeding. She laid down in the corn, waiting for help. She was thirsty but that would have to wait. Her hearing was slowly improving and the annoying ringing subsided. Someone was calling her name. It was Elaine. Anne jumped on her feet, felt dizzy and fell back down on her back. The corn was rather soft. That was good. She stood up again, slower, more carefully, and followed Elaine's voice. It was coming from the fuselage. From below the fuselage.
A white wing, reddened by blood and blackened by soil. What the bloody hell? Elaine was bleeding! That was impossible! What the...
Anne: "Elaine! ELAINE!!!"
Elaine: "Don't shout. I'm fine. Well, almost. I just can't push this plane off me and my hands are stuck beneath it. Hold my wing, please. I'll be just fine."
Anne: "No! That can't be! You are an immortal entity! You are not made of flesh and blood! You are all powerful! Come on, Elaine, please tell me that all this it's nothing but a sick joke!"
Elaine: "How I wish it were so... Yes, I'm not from this realm but my three dimensional avatar inserted into this World is made of flesh and blood and it's the only one I have. The Creator will not grant me another one just to have fun with you. I'm sorry. But I'll be alright. I promise."
Anne: "Yes, you'll be fine. I'll get you out of there."
Anne tried to push the fuselage to roll it over, but it weighed tonnes and she was only human. She tried to pull Elaine from her wing, to no avail. When helped finally arrived, less than half an hour later, Anne was like in a trance, digging a hole in the dirt with her nails, trying to free her friend and guardian angel.
The peasants from a nearby village, Sladun, had seen the crash and four of them rushed to the scene in an oxen cart. The Bulgarian peasants were shocked to see their Empress who, in a visibly altered state of mind, was digging a hole under the wreckage while talking to an imaginary person.
Radov: "Empress, we go Odrin. Hospital. Find car main road. Near."
Anne (yelling): "No! I said dig! It's an order, damn it. Dig!"
Four healthy peasants, used to hard work, finished the job in less than ten minutes and Elaine managed to extricate herself from the wreckage. Minutes later, Anne and Elaine were laying in the cart on a bed of hay, with the peasants walking beside it. Anne and Elaine held their hands, smiling. Everything was going to be just fine. Elaine's wing hurt and it was clearly broken but she didn't want to spoil Anne's relief.
Anne (whispering): "You should have turned visible. They thought I was speaking to myself."
Elaine: "Would it have been any better if they saw an
injured angel? They would have been either excommunicated or sent to an asylum for lunatics."
4 April 1941, Odrin, Bulgaria, the Empire
Shortly after midnight and less than two hours from the crash, Anne was resting in a hospital bed in Odrin, surrounded by the Imperial Guard. Still in stealthy mode, Elaine was laying at the foot of the bed, undetected. Still hurt but in a mischivious mood, she was tickling Anne's soles from time to time, eliciting random bouts of laughter and angry looks.
5 April 1941, Bucharest, Romania, the Empire
After having her minor injuries tended in Adrianople, Anne and her retinue travelled by train to Bucharest, where she was finally reunited with her husband and daughter. Because Elaine's wing was looking quite bad, Anne insisted that medical attention was needed. Elaine was adamant that she would not accept to be seen in that condition by anyone but she approved of Mihai's ingenious idea.
6 April 1941, Bucharest, Romania, the Empire
Dr. Florian Paulescu, considered the best veterinary surgeon in Bucharest, was ushered into the Imperial Palace where the Empress was anxiously waiting for him.
Paulescu (bowing): "My Empress..."
Anne (smiling): "Come, come, follow me..."
Everything was in place in a small but well lit back room. In the centre, there was a large table, where what seemed to be a very large bird was strapped to the table with leather belts and covered with a white sheet, with just the injured wing being visible.
Anne (fidgeting): "Umm... She... It is already sedated. You may proceed."
Dr. Paulescu was startled by the size of the bird which didn't appear to match any known species.
Paulescu: "I don't recognize the species. May I take a look at its body?..."
Anne: "No! Definitely not!... It's an... experimental hybrid. A dodo. Yes, we try to revive the dodo by cross breeding increasingly larger pidgeons. If the experiment is successful, it would be made public. After we conquer Mauritius, of course. We must release them in their natural habitat..."
Dr. Paulescu did not believe Anne's frivolous story but he remained silent and tended the broken wing. He removed the feathers and down from the injured area, cleaned the wound, set the delicate bones straight, applied an ointment and immobilized the wing in a light cast. He would come again to visit the patient a couple of times during the following weeks.
April 1941
Eventually, Elaine's wing healed completely but the ordeal made her a little more cautious with her irreplaceable avatar. In a similar manner, Anne became more cautious herself. She was constantly under the watch of the Imperial Guard who made sure to keep all foreigners away, she did not visit the International Zone again for the remainder of its existence and she spent increasingly more time in the fortified concrete heart of the Imperial Palace. Sure, Anne loved the risk and the adrenaline, but she had a duty to her people and to her family. The duty to live and the duty to lead.
The Italian authorities cooperated fully with the ensuing investigation but the difficult internal situation in Italy hampered their efforts and the perpetrators remained at large. In the end, with the invasion of the Soviet Union imminent, the Italians de jure abandoned long lost Crete, Dodecanese, Lycia and Cilicia and ceded them and rump Montenegro to the Empire, while cementing their rule in Italian Dalmatia, the Ionian Islands and Albania (see the last sections of the
previous chapter).
The official result of the investigation was a convenient lie -- that the perpetrators have been Italian traitors under British payroll. The United Kingdom replied that should that have been the case, they would have succeeded in their mission. In any case, the start of Operation Barbarossa rendered the whole issue moot.
20 May 1941
Hitler informed Anne that the German invasion of the Soviet Union would commence on the 1st of June. Anne renewed her promise to join the war with a parallel invasion of Soviet Turkey within one week from the start of the hostilities. De Bono was not informed because Hitler did not trust the Italians anymore. The War was about to get larger. Much larger. And the Empire was ready. Well, almost.
And, with this chapter, the
first part of this story is finally over. The
second part will commence soon, with the start of
Operation Barbarossa, the largest military operation in the history of mankind.