Zoleka walked towards the window.
The Palace garden was a mass of flowers and the white doves which her mother had introduced were flying round the fountain.
“How can I go away and leave you and this beauty which I love so much, Papa?”
“We could say ‘no’, tell them to go to hell and stay happy as we are. But we have to be honest and admit that may just be endangering our own people, the people your mother loved and who loved her, and who are, I think, still very happy.”
“Of course they are so happy, Papa, you give them everything they have ever wanted. As you say, they loved Mama and we also have a place in their hearts.”
Her father sat down once more at his writing desk and then suddenly he brought his clenched fist down with a bang.
“Why on earth cannot Prince Majmir look after his
