Your face will tell the story, if once she sees it." O'Toole fell back again behind the carriage, and at four that afternoon they stopped before the post-house at Brixen.

They had crossed the Brenner in a storm of snow and howling winds; they had travelled ten leagues from Innspruck.

Wogan called a halt of half an hour.

The Princess had eaten barely a mouthful since her supper of the night before.

Wogan forced her to alight, forced her to eat a couple of eggs, and to drink a glass of wine.