Chapter SevenHaving cried herself to sleep, Vida awoke feeling miserable with an aching head.
She lay in the dim light wishing that she need not rouse herself and wanting to drift back into unconsciousness.
She knew that with every breath she drew the pain she was feeling became harder to bear and, although she tried to tell herself it was ridiculous, she felt that she was being crucified.
Margit came into the room to pull back the curtains.
“It’s time you were up, Miss Vida!” she said cheerfully, “as I understands we’re leavin’ today.”
Vida forced herself to open her eyes.
Last night, after what she thought to anyone would have been an extremely dull evening compared to those she had enjoyed at The Castle, the Czar had retired soon after midnight, and the party broke up.
Vida had l
