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... ulls wheeled above sleek modern ships whose lines spoke more of military power than leisurely cruising; but the vessel tied at the private quay was fitted for luxury all the same.
It bore no national markings beyond a discreet Tyrolean pennant snapping in the salt wind.
On the docks, stevedores loaded crates of fine wines, silk-lined trunks, and towering hampers of delicacies.
The Grand Prince of Tyrol’s household, sprawling, illustrious, burdened with titles that spanned ...
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