Chapter Eight‘I have been here for five days,’ Anastasia told herself as she stood looking out over the valley.
She hoped that she would see soldiers riding along the dusty narrow road leading to the Palace and that one of them might be the King.
‘If he does not send for me tomorrow,’ she thought, ‘I will go to him, whatever he may think about it.’
Every day there had been bulletins from Sergei brought to her in the evening by an Officer, but they had merely been brief military reports of what had occurred.
As Anastasia had feared, the insurgents had regrouped themselves and there had been fierce fighting in some parts of the City and round the Palace.
The third day after she had been at Huesca, Olivia had arrived in an Army wagon with an escort of soldiers and trunks filled with her
