She talked to her father during the afternoon while Margit slept peacefully opposite them.
There was so much she wanted to tell him, so much she wanted to hear.
While he was reticent about his adventures, she did learn that as soon as he entered Russia he had quickly become aware that he was being followed.
After some close shaves when he was nearly captured by the Czar’s Secret Police, he had, in desperation, entered the Monastery as a travelling monk.
He had told the Abbot he was on his way to Odessa, but felt too ill to go any farther.
The Abbot had believed his story and after he had been nursed back to health had begged him not to hurry on his journey but to stay in the Monastery for as long as he wished.
“That was fortunate for you, Papa.”
“It was fortunate that I was still th
