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les of the world still heard in the thunder； not just the clash of hot air and cold； but the voice of some living thing。 Why？ Because they knew they were weaklings in a strong world； and they thought they could influence whatever deity controlled them with slaughtered pigs or even slaughtered children； and those who controlled that influence then acquired the power to shape their society。 Power was its own currency。 Some Great Men used it to gain fort； or women…one of his own predecessors here at KGB had used it to get women； actually young girls； but Yuriy Vladimirovich did not share that particular vice。 No； power was enough in and of 。itself。 A man could bask in it as a cat warmed itself by a fire； with the simple enjoyment that came from having it close by； knowing that he enjoyed the ability to rule others； to bring death or fort to those who served him； who pleased him with their obeisance and their fawning acknowledgement that he was greater than they。
There was more to it； of course。 You had to do something with that power。 You had to leave footprints in the sands of time。 Good or bad； it didn't matter； just so they were large enough to mand notice。 In his case； a whole country needed his direction because； of all the men on the Politburo； only he could see what needed to be done。 Only he could chart the course his nation needed to follow。 And if he did it right； then he would be remembered。 He knew that someday his life would end。 In Andropov's case； it was a liver ailment。 He ought not to drink his vodka； but with power also came the absolute right to choose his own path。 No other man could tell him what to do。 His latent intelligence knew that this was not always the wise thing to do； but Great Men did not listen to lesser men； and he considered himself the foremost of the former。 Was not his force of will strong enough to define the world in which he lived？ Of course it was； and so he had the occasional drink or two； or sometimes three； in the evening。 Even more at official dinners。 His country had long since passed beyond the point of rule by a single man…that had ended thirty years before with the passing of 〃Koba；〃 Josef Vissarionovich Stalin； who'd ruled with a ruthlessness to make Ivan the Terrible quake in his boots。 No； that sort of power was too dangerous to ruler and ruled。 Stalin had made as many errors as good judgments； and as useful as the latter had been； the former had very nearly doomed the Soviet Union to perpetual backwardness…and； in fact； by creating the world's most formidable bureaucracy； he'd largely foresworn progress for his nation。
But one man； the right man； could lead and direct his political associates on the Politburo in the correct direction； and then by helping to select the new members； could acplish the needed goals by influence rather than by terror。 Just maybe； then； he could get his country moving again； keeping the single control that all nations needed； but adding the flexibility that they needed just as much for new things to happen…to achieve the True munism…to see the Radiant Future that the writings of Lenin proclaimed awaited the Faithful。
Andropov did not quite see the contradiction in his own mind。 Like so many Great Men； he was blind to those things that conflicted with his own capacious ego。
And； in any case； it all came back to Karol and the danger he posed。
He made a mental note for the morning staff meeting。 He had to see what the possibilities were。 The Politburo would wonder aloud how to deal with the problem announced by the Warsaw Letter； and eyes would turn to his chair； and he'd need something to say。 The trick would be in finding something that would not frighten his colleagues out of their conservative wits。 They were so fearful； these supposedly powerful men。
He read so many reports from his field officers； the talented spies of the First Chief Directorate； always probing into the thoughts of their counterparts。 It was so strange； how much fear there was in the world； and the most fearful of all were so often those who held the power in their hands。
No； Andropov drained his glass and decided against another nightcap。 The reason for their fear was that they worried they did not have the power。 They were not strong。 They were henpecked by their wives； just like factory workers and peasant farmers。 They dreaded losing what they so greedily held； and so they used their power in ignoble enterprises directed at crushing those who would seize what they held。 Even Stalin； that mightiest of despots； had used his power mainly to eliminate those who might sit in his elevated chair。 And so the great Koba had spent his energy not looking forward； not looking outward； but looking down。 He was like a woman in her kitchen who feared mice under her skirt； instead of a man with the power and the will to slay an onrushing tiger。
But could he do otherwise？ Yes！ Yes； he could look forward and see the future and chart a path to it。 Yes； he could municate his vision to the lesser men who sat around the table in the Kremlin； and lead them with the force of his will。 Yes； he could find and refocus the vision of Lenin and all the thinkers of the governing philosophy of his country。 Yes； he could alter the course of his nation and be forever remembered as a Great Man…
But first； here and now； he'd need to deal with Karol and his annoying threat to the Soviet Union。
CHAPTER 2 … VISIONS AND HORIZONS
Cathy almost panicked at the thought of driving him to the train station。 Seeing him walk to the left side of the car； she'd assumed； as any American would； that he'd be driving； and so she was visibly surprised when he tossed her the keys。
The pedals； she discovered； were the same as in an American car； because people all around the world were right…footed； even if those in England drove left…handed。 The gear shift was in the center console； and so she had to use her left hand to shift。 Backing out of the brick driveway was not terribly different from normal。 Both instantly wondered if it was as hard for Brits to transform their driving to the right…in more ways than one…side of the road when they came to America； or hopped the ferry to France。 Jack decided he'd ask somebody over a beer someday。
〃Just remember； left is right； and right is left； and you drive on the wrong side of the road。〃
〃Okay；〃 she replied with annoyance。 She knew she'd have to learn； and the rational part of her brain knew that this was as good a time as ever； even though now had a nasty way of appearing out of the ground like a guerrilla out of a spider hole。 The way out of the mini…development took them past a one…story building that looked like it housed a doctor's office； past the park with the swing set that had sold Jack on this particular house。 Sally liked swings； and she'd surely meet and make new friends here。 And Little Jack would get some sun there； too。 In the summer； anyway。
〃Turn left； babe。 It's a right turn here when you go left； you don't cross traffic。〃
〃I know；〃 Dr。 Caroline Ryan said； wondering why Jack hadn't called for a cab。 She still had a ton of work to do with the house； and didn't need a driving lesson。 Well； at least it seeme