Attila undressed.
Her whole being was singing with the wonder of love. It was quite impossible to think or speculate about tomorrow.
After sleeping for a while she awoke.
She was acutely aware that Gesa was near her, but they were firmly divided by a strong wooden board and she wondered if he too was awake and thinking about her.
Then the full wonder of what she had felt when he kissed her swept over her again.
‘I love him, I adore him,’ she whispered to herself.
Because she could not prevent it a question forced itself through her happiness.
Would she be allowed to marry him?
She had no knowledge of who he was.
He had not even told her his other name.
She could imagine what her stepmother would say about him.
More importantly Attila knew that her father would question the possi
