“I can only hope, Your Royal Highness, it’ll not be as bad as what it was today,” the valet answered.
He reached the door and turned back to say,
“Goodnight and God bless Your Royal Highness.”
It was the sort of thing that her mother might have said and Lavinia could not help smiling.
She had not thought when she came to this strange City that such horrible things would occur.
At the same time people just like Prince Igor’s valet were the same the world over. She thought it was so like the way that her father’s valet would have spoken at home.
The maid had laid her dressing gown and slippers out for her.
She put them on and then she brushed back her hair before she went into Prince Igor’s room.
It was in darkness except for three candles burning by his bed.
She looked down at him
