Chapter SevenThe Prince put out his hand to help Angelina up a stony path that was shadowed by trees.
They had left their horses with Captain Soutsos at the bottom of the incline and now Twi-Twi, who had been carried in a saddlebag on the Captain’s horse, ran ahead of them.
His white tail was arched over his back as if he was leading a small crusade on his own.
“This is very exciting!” Angelina exclaimed.
The Prince smiled at her with such tenderness in his eyes that she felt as if the sunshine blazed through the thickness of the leaves above them.
They had only been married for ten days, but they had planned that their first pilgrimage would be to Metaxata, which had been the name of Byron’s island retreat in Cephalonia.
To Angelina it was astonishing that Lord Byron, who in England
