He was proudly wearing the gold Star of Karlova she had given him and it combined well with the smartness of his attire.
“You look so beautiful, my dearest,” he said to her.
She knew by the expression on the equerries’ faces that they too thought she looked marvellous.
Then just as they were about to start walking down the steps outside to the carriage, one of the senior equerries whispered in the Earl’s ear,
“We cannot find Prince Igor, my Lord. We have been to his room and his bed has not been slept in.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the Earl replied. “It will all be explained to you later.”
The equerry stepped back and the Earl and Tarena paraded down the steps.
There was already a small crowd waiting beside the four white horses that were to pull the ‘Golden Coach’ to the Cathedral.
