It was noon when they stopped for luncheon and now Pythia could see a long way below the country that she was to reign over.
Even in the distance it looked very beautiful and later when they drew nearer she found it enchanting and inspiring.
The mountains of Vultarnia were linked with those of Albania and beneath them were roaring cascades, rivers and lakes.
There were long vistas merging into the misty horizon which made the beauty of the country seem as if it was part of a dream.
Although the sun was shining, it was thankfully not too hot.
When Pythia asked if it was possible to have the carriage open, the hood was let down at the back.
Now she could see the scenery better than she had before.
She realised, as she had half-expected, that Vultarnia was much less cultivated than Mon
