“I love . . . him!” she cried despairingly. “Oh, God, how much I love him!”
Oh, God,There was a knock on the door and Dinos appeared holding a pistol in his hand.
“This is the only one I can find, Excellency.”
“That will do,” Theola answered.
She took it from him, and realised it was an old weapon and very much heavier than the one Alexius had given her in the cave.
“Is there anything else, Excellency?”
“Not for the moment, thank you.”
Dinos went from the room and Theola sat down holding the pistol in her hand. Now she could actually feel the metal cold against her fingers, and she wondered if she would in fact have the strength of will to pull the trigger. She had seen a picture somewhere of a man intent on killing himself, pointing a pistol at his forehead. But she thought she cou
