The shore at that point was sloping and practically clear of undergrowth.
It was while Percival was waiting to take his place in the boat that Olga Obosky hurried up to him.
"I have brought my luck piece for you," she said, and revealed in her open palm a small gold coin, worn smooth with age and handling.
"Carry it, my friend.

Nothing will happen to you while it is in your possession.

It was given me by the son of a Grand Duke.

It was his lucky piece.

It brought me luck, for he was killed zat very same day, and so I was saved from him.