‘I love him!’ Theola thought, ‘but he must never realise it if he does not love me!’
‘I love him!’She could not help thinking that if in fact he loved her, he would have spoken to her, or at least kissed her hand, before they started on the long ride back to Zanthos. She had wanted him to say something as they rode ahead of the troops and when they faced the cheering crowds.
But while he had held her hand, she had felt somehow that his mind was not on her but on the people who would accept him as their ruler. But surely it would have been easy for him to come up the stairs just for one word with her before she went to sleep?
Magara had asked her if she would like anything to eat or drink, but she was determined to wait until dinner, hoping she might dine alone with the General. Now she
