coat and cap. She was pulling on a heavy pair of gloves. “Get ready,” she said in a colourless voice, “we’re going.”
“Where?”
“Where you like. Get together what you need, but quickly, quickly!”
“What does this mean?”
“Don’t waste time asking questions. You mustn’t remain here, you see? They won’t let you go. Are you coming?”
“For . . . how long?”
“For ever.”
His heart began to thump. “No . . . no, I won’t go!”
She came up to him and kissed his face. “You must,” she said quietly. “I’ll tell you when we’re once outside. Come to the front of the castle, only quickly, while it’s still dark. Now go, go!”
He went back to his room as if in a dream, collected all his papers, his priceless and endless notes, and quickly looked round. Was that all? “No, I won’t go,” flashed through his head, and leaving the papers where they were he ran outside. In front of the castle was standing a throbbing car with the lights turned off; the Princess was already at the wheel. “Quickly, quickly,” she whispered. “Are the doors open?”
“They are,” answered the sleepy chauffeur in a hoarse voice, pulling down the hood of the car.
A shadow appeared from the back of the car and stopped in front of them.
Prokop stepped up to the open door of the car. “Princess,” he said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve . . .
