“Your Royal Highness!” Maniu said in Kozanian. “It is Your Royal Highness?”
Thekla looked frightened, but Drogo said sharply,
“Yes, it is, Maniu, and we need your help. But first the breakfast.”
“Yes, sir, breakfast,” Maniu muttered beneath his breath and hurried from the room.
Drogo passed the cup of coffee Maniu had poured out for him to Thekla and said,
“I am surprised that Maniu should recognise you, while you were not recognised last night.”
“I expect he has seen me – at the more formal parties that take place in this part of the City.”
“And you would not have been allowed to go to where we were last night, except driving in a State carriage,” Drogo said reflectively. “Now that I know who you are we have to be very careful.”
“You mean the – revolutionaries might – kill me?” Th
