Chapter SevenGiona woke with a sense of excitement and realised that this was a vitally important day, not only in Miklōs’s life but also in hers.
At the same time she knew that there were dangers and despite the feeling of elation she was also aware that deep inside her was a fluttering fear that at the last moment when victory seemed within his grasp he might be killed.
She would have been foolish if she had underestimated the fury of the King when he learnt what was happening and she was quite certain that his political advisers no less than the Austrian and German Officers in the Army would want one thing above all – the death of Miklōs.
‘Save him, God, please, save him!’ she prayed fervently as Mithra dressed her.
She was so intent on her prayers that it was only when she was almo
