Chapter SevenThe King did not speak and after a little while Anastasia said gently,
“I think you should rest. There will be much for you to do tomorrow.”
As she spoke, she shivered with the cold and the King raised his head.
“You have taken off your cloak,” he said almost accusingly. “Lie down, Anastasia, and I will cover you with it.”
“You must – lie down – too.”
For a moment she thought he was going to refuse her.
Then, as she lay down on the blanket that covered the straw, he bent over to cover her with the heavy, wide Cavalry cloak, before he lowered himself to lie beside her and spread over them both his own cloak as if it was another blanket.
For a moment they lay side by side, the light from the candle lantern flickering in the breeze and casting strange shadows on the arched
