When they set off again, it was another lovely day.
Now Attila felt more relaxed.
Yesterday, although she told herself it was totally unnecessary, she had kept glancing over her shoulder just in case there were soldiers following them.
She knew that her stepmother would be so angry when she found them gone that she was quite capable, without discussing it with her father, of sending the Palace guards in search of her.
They were now leaving the grassland behind them, but the air was still filled with birds and butterflies.
At noon on the third day of their journey Attila saw a tall mountain ahead where the Shrine of St. Janos was situated.
As they drew nearer there were one or two pilgrims just like themselves. They were either walking slowly, as if they had travelled a long distance
