She was looking very lovely sitting at the front of a wagon that was packed with other women and a number of their children.
She was wearing a large-brimmed hat to protect her beautiful face from the sun and the ribbons that tied under her chin, which were of rose pink accentuated the dark of her hair and the perfection of her skin.
She did not see Ileana looking at her, for her eyes were on Vladilas giving directions and she was looking at him yearningly and with love.
Ileana turned away abruptly and a few minutes later they were riding towards The Castle.
Set almost at the end of the valley with thick woods, which covered the lower part of the mountain behind them, it was exactly, Ileana thought, as a castle should look. It reminded her vaguely of the castles she had seen in Bavaria
