Chapter FiveWhen Lord Athelstan left the sitting room, Natasha turned and went back into her bedroom.
She did not know quite why but she felt angry at the thought of him making love to the Baroness.
She had taken a strong dislike to the beautiful Austrian because of the insinuations she had made about Princess Anna and, by implication, herself.
‘How dare she think that we would enjoy being prisoners of Shamyl!’ she fumed again to herself. ‘How could she suggest that any decent woman would desire or submit to the embraces of an uncivilised Tartar?’
At the same time she was intelligent enough to admit that there were women who would enjoy the excitement of being kidnapped by the mountaineers who were, if nothing else, exceedingly good-looking.
‘That might also be said of Lord Athelstan,
