As if the King suddenly remembered that time was passing, he said,
“I want to see you again, Zita, and continue this conversation. Before I leave Aldross I will send you a message saying where we can meet.”
He paused before he added,
“I will either come here or arrange for you to come to me. Are you willing to do that?”
Zita stared at him, not knowing what to say.
Then hesitatingly, because somehow her mind would not work, she replied,
“It – might be – impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible,” the King said firmly, “and, although we will have to be very discreet, I am determined, completely determined, that we will not only meet but that you shall explain three mysteries to me.”
“What – are – they?”
“The colour of your hair, the expression in your eyes and your aptitude for languages.
