They had talked for a long time about the Tudor Kings and Queens.
“Are you as knowledgeable on Russian history as you are on English?” Kelvin asked her.
“I hope so,” Vasila answered. “All the same I don’t like to think of those Russians infiltrating into the Balkans and menacing India besides trying – to kill you.”
Her voice broke on the last two words.
And Kelvin realised how much it had upset her.
“Forget it,” he said. “We have escaped and for the moment we are in no man’s land. No one will worry about us except the birds and the bees.”
“I hope that – is true,” Vasila added in a low voice. “But I am frightened for you and I am – still frightened for myself.”
“No one will find us here,” Kelvin insisted. “And, if they do, we will hide in the woods. I promise you that no one sh
