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—Raul Korso Leo Domenico.

The grandsons stood frozen. The tutor placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

But the name. No Englishman was named Raul Korso Leo Domenico. The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...

By the second week, they were intrigued. By the third, they were terrified.

The first knock came not at dawn, but at the third hour of night, during a thunderstorm that turned the gravel of the villa’s driveway into a river of shattered moonlight. —Raul Korso Leo Domenico

“Raul Korso Leo Domenico,” he said, his voice a low, precise baritone. No accent. Or rather, every accent. A ghost of Rome in the vowels, a shadow of Vienna in the consonants, and the cold, hard logic of London in the grammar. “Your servant, my lady.”

Domenico (for he insisted on being called by his fourth name, the most Italian, the most disarming) simply smiled. He cleaned the ink from his collar with a handkerchief. He found the Horace behind the fourth stone in the east tower. And he replied to their dialect in flawless, aristocratic Latin. But the name

“Your name,” the boy pressed. “Raul. Korso. Leo. Domenico. It is not one man’s name. It is a regiment.”