“But why?” Lord Marston enquired. “There are millions of other women in the world.”
The Prince walked across the room to open a window further than it was already.
“Have you ever felt, Hugo, that you were being carried along by Fate?”
“Are you really asking me such a question?” his friend queried. “I have heard you often enough saying that you don’t believe in Fate, Karma or anything but a man’s own will and determination.”
“I have always believed myself to be my own Master,” the Prince agreed, looking out of the window, “I used to tell myself I had the power to make my life what I wanted it to be. Whatever I might do I was in control and there was no question of my being manipulated by anyone else, whether human or superhuman.”
“And now?” Lord Marston questioned.
“I feel as if I am
