Zita drew in her breath.
“You are not to say – that! It is not – true!”
The King smiled.
“Why lie about anything that is so enchanting?” he asked. “I felt frightened last night in case I never saw you again. Now I know I need not have worried. We have been drawn to each other in the same way as the moon draws the tides.”
Zita drew in her breath.
Then she said,
“That is a very good simile. The moon is far away in the Heavens and, although it may have an effect on the sea, there is no question of the moon and the sea, any more than of us, ever coming closer to each other.”
The King suddenly brought his clenched fist down on the table with a sound that made Zita jump and the cups and saucers rattle.
“Nonsense!” he exclaimed. “We have to see each other! And that is what I intend to tal
