Here too the curtains over the windows were of crimson velvet, the carpet was crimson, and so was the bedspread embellished with the King’s insignia, which was echoed on the bedhead.
‘His Majesty certainly makes sure that everybody is aware that he is Royal!’ Giona thought to herself, but she did not say it aloud.
As the train started, she took off her bonnet, helped by a maid who informed her in very badly spoken German that she was there to help her.
She was an attractive woman of perhaps thirty or more and after a moment Giona said,
“I think, if I am not mistaken, that you are a Slavonian.”
She spoke in the same language and the woman’s eyes lit up.
“You speak our language, Your Royal Highness!”
“I have been learning it all the while I have been coming here,” Giona told her.
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