She felt her fingers tighten on her father’s arm, then deliberately she relaxed them.
‘I must behave as Mama would have wished me to,’ she thought. ‘I am doing this for Dabrozka, for the people to whom I belong so that I may bring them peace.’
The thought was somehow comforting. Now the man she was to marry was standing on her right, and yet still she could not look at him.
The Archbishop began the Service.
Someone took Ilona’s bouquet from her and then she and her husband-to-be were kneeling side by side on white satin cushions.
She could feel herself vibrating to his presence and wondered if he was vibrating to hers.
She could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was wearing a white tunic and she knew it was a uniform, although he would not be in any of the Regiments which her
