Strangely enough it was Katalin who realised that she had something on her mind. She came into her room when they had all gone to bed to sit down and say,
“You are not happy, are you, Zosina?”
“You should not be up so late,” Zosina replied automatically.
“I want to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“You.”
“Why should you want to do that?”
“Because I can feel you are worried and I suppose apprehensive. I should feel the same.”
Katalin made a little grimace as she went on,
“Helsa and Theone really want to be Queens and they don’t care what they have to put up with so long as they can walk about with crowns on their heads. But you are different.”
Zosina could not help laughing at her.
Katalin was such a precocious child and yet she was far more sensitive than either of her sisters and mo
