But Gaydon was out of his reckoning.

There were no fairy tales told for Misset to overhear, and the Princess Clementina slept in her corner of the carriage.

If a jolt upon a stone wakened her, a movement opposite told her that her sentinel was watchful and alert.

Three times the berlin stopped for a change of horses; and on each occasion Wogan was out of the door and hurrying the ostlers before the wheels had ceased to revolve.
"You should sleep, my friend," said she.
"Not till we reach Italy," he replied; and with the confidence of a child she nestled warmly in her cloak again and closed her eyes.

This feeling of security was a new luxury to her after the months of anxiety and prison.