CHAPTER SIXTarena woke early and jumped out of bed.
Last night she had endured an appallingly boring evening.
So she had whispered to Count Vladimir when she had bade everyone goodnight,
“Can I ride with you tomorrow morning?”
She had mentioned the idea to him once before and, now without prevaricating, he replied,
“I will be ready at seven o’clock.”
She smiled at him and slipped up the stairs before anyone could stop her.
She was running away from Prince Igor, who she thought had been more unpleasant at dinner than earlier.
He had talked on, laying down the law, about the current political situation in Africa in which no one was particularly interested.
He managed to maintain this flow of conversation with the Prime Minister, but had ignored Tarena and did not speak to her at all
