“Is there any hurry?”
“I may be mistaken, Your Royal Highness, but I’ve a feeling that we’re being watched!”
“Watched?” Ilona questioned. “By whom?”
The groom looked around nervously.
“It was soon after we left the Castle, Your Royal Highness. Of course I may be mistaken, but I think we would be wise to return.”
“I cannot imagine who would be watching me,” Ilona said, “but time must be getting on and I am quite prepared to go back.”
She moved forward a few paces so that she could see the place where, after the Prince had kissed her, her horse had forded the river.
The level was a little lower than it had been a week ago. The water was silver and clear in the sunshine, and as she looked at it a salmon jumped and the ripples widened out towards the bank on the other side.
Then Ilona
