Irisa gave a little smile.
“I don’t suppose,” she said, “that they will be more frightening than the cannibals that Papa and I encountered in the Congo or Mtesa, the King of Buganda, who celebrated any significant dream with a human sacrifice – Christians were the usual choice.”
“But you survived.”
“Only by the skin of our teeth!” Irisa answered and the Duke laughed.
It was still comparatively early despite the fact that they had been busy for hours and, when they boarded the yacht, there was only Harry seated under the awning and reading the newspapers, which were out of date.
He rose to his feet as soon as the Duke and Irisa appeared and exclaimed,
“I am delighted to see you, Dasher! I was rather afraid that you were lost in the desert or incarcerated in the tomb of some long-dead
