“You have – thought about – me?”
“All the time.”
“I think you must have – known,” she said in a voice that was hardly above a whisper, “that I was thinking of you – praying for you and – sending my prayers across the mountains to – protect you.”
“I felt you near me while we were fighting,” the King answered.
“I was sure you would win,” Anastasia said, “but at the same time I was afraid, desperately afraid – especially just now when I saw you in the valley. I thought perhaps – because you were riding so fast, that messengers were coming to tell me you had been wounded – or killed.”
“And now you know I am neither?”
“I am glad – more glad than I can tell you! It has been so – lonely and – empty here without you.”
“You felt lonely without me?”
“Very – lonely!”
She looked into his eyes
