“Of course,” Giona agreed, “but it does not matter what age one is. It’s the Union Jack that counts.”
She spoke bitterly and pushed aside her plate as if it was impossible to eat any more.
“At least you will be a Queen,” Chloris said again as if she were trying to find something consoling she could say.
“I cannot think that is going to be very amusing,” Giona replied. “I remember Papa telling me about Slavonia when we were doing the history of the Balkans and, although it is very beautiful, it did not seem to have much else to recommend it.”
She was silent for a moment before she added,
“If it had been Hungary, for instance, there would have been wonderful horses to ride or, if I could live in Greece, I should be perfectly happy, whatever the age of my husband, exploring the wonders o
