Chapter Seven“This – is the – last night,” Thekla whispered.
Drogo put his arms round her and held her very close to him.
“There is tomorrow,” he said.
“I am – afraid of – tomorrow.”
Drogo did not ask her why, because he knew the answer only too well.
The last few days and nights they had both of them been in a Paradise that was perfect and unbelievably wonderful.
It was unbearable to think that it must come to an end.
He knew when The Thistle docked early next morning they would have to come back not only to civilisation but also to reality.
“I want – to stay here,” Thekla was saying, “in this dear little cabin – alone with you and not to think of what – will happen when we – leave it.”
“I promise you everything will be all right,” Drogo answered. “I will look after you and, beca
