CHAPTER FIVE“What’s the matter with the girl?” asked the Prince.
Bujar hurried forward and, taking Arianna’s elbow, helped her to a chair.
“I am sure, Sire, she is in a state of confusion.”
The Prince eyed Ariana suspiciously.
“I should have thought that sleeping for a whole night and day would have cleared her mind completely.”
“Oh, but Sire,” Bujar protested,” think what she has experienced on her travels.”
“You advised me that a girl brought up in England would be of a hardy constitution,” replied the Prince.
Ariana hardly heard this exchange. Her eyes were fixed as if in a trance on the Prince.
The face she had tried to banish from her thoughts was resurrected before her.
Her first thought was that Lorenc had all this time been leading a double life. He was both the King of th
