She had only been nine when she was last here and it was nine years since Julius had told her the secret of it.
Then it had been an exciting game, but naturally she had not thought about it again since she left Dabrozka.
As if with a perception she had not suspected the Prince knew what she was feeling, his fingers tightened on hers.
“There is no hurry,” he whispered almost beneath his breath. “Take your time. It may have become overgrown.”
His voice dispersed the feeling of fear and swept away Ilona’s uncertainty.
Now she was sure that the entrance was a little to the left, obscured by rocks and hidden beneath the flowering creeper which crawled over the base of the Palace like a green veil.
The Prince let her lead him and then when she pointed he pulled the creeper aside, revealing
