Angelina gave a weak little laugh.
“I did not – save you,” she said. “It was Twi-Twi! He recognised the Foreign Minister – because he had kicked him in the garden!”
“That is the kind of thing the swine would do!” the Prince said, “but forget about him.”
He drew Angelina as he spoke, towards the sofa that was beside the fireplace and filled with flowers.
She saw, as she moved, that she was in a very large room and, because there was a big table in the middle of it, she guessed that it was used as the Council Chamber.
At the end of the table was a magnificently carved chair bearing the Cephalonian Coat-of-Arms, which she felt was really a throne.
It made her remember that the Prince was Royal and that because of it they were forced to say ‘goodbye’ to one another.
Yet it was difficu
