She knew that never again would she doubt the validity of prayer when a miracle had saved them from drifting onto the rocks of Sicily.
When the Priest who married them pronounced the Blessing, she thanked God in her heart for having blessed them already in that they were both alive.
As they drove back to the Palazzo Sessa in an open carriage, Mark had held her hand tightly in his.
There had been no need for words. They were both filled with a mystic happiness, so holy and so perfect that spiritually they were one.
At the British Embassy they had an early meal, cut a Wedding cake made by the chef and responded to the toast that Sir William drank to them in champagne.
Then, pelted with rose petals by the staff, they had said ‘goodbye’ and been carried in the Ambassador’s carriage to the
