The door in front opened silently and she saw that inside it was lit only by two great candles at the far end of the room.
Seated between them on a dais was a man wearing mandarin robes, his hands hidden in the wide embroidered sleeves. Somewhere a gong boomed as Camilla stood there astonished. Then gradually she found it easier to see in the dimness and recognised who sat there.
It was the Prince!
“You sent – for me?” she asked and even as she spoke her voice sounded very small and lost.
The incense seemed almost overpowering. In the dimness she saw a movement at the side of the dais and realised that it was a c******n.
There were several of them kneeling in the shadows, their slit eyes watching her.
‘They are going to kill me,’ she thought in sudden terror and wanted to run t
