Chapter SevenThe Comte raised his glass.
“To Trina,” he toasted, “and to our future happiness.”
He looked at Susi as he spoke, saw the expression in her eyes and reckoned that he was the most fortunate man in the world.
He could still hardly believe it was true that after all these centuries Comte Bernhard’s treasures should have been discovered at exactly the right moment.
While he had been prepared, because he loved Susi, to give up his Château and a great many luxuries that he had thought were necessary for his comfort, he was aware that she, because she was so sensitive, would have always felt guilty.
Now everything would be perfect because he was well aware that what was lying at the moment on the dungeon floor had a value that was almost impossible to assess.
He had found it ha
