Harold was charm itself, playing the gallant to Dottie, and kissing her hand at every opportunity until she wished he would stop. He had a big, apparently genial smile which he turned on everyone, but above it his eyes were calculating and he missed nothing. Most of all, he saw that she was popular.

On his last evening there was a ball at the palace. They led the dance while the onlookers applauded.

“I've been eager for this moment,” he said.

“But of course. We are both heads of state. It's only proper that we dance together first.”

“That's not what I mean, and I think you know it. You're a beautiful woman, and now I have my arms around you, where they belong.”

“You're too kind,” she murmured. “Of course, I know that your position obliges you to pay me compliments, prince.”

“To hell with my position. You inflame me to madness.”

Dottie fought down a desire to laugh. Was she supposed to take this stuff seriously?

“I underestimated you,” Harold went on, visibly preening himself. “Now that I know you better I believe we can do business.”

“Business?” she considered the word. “You mean the kind of business you've been doing with those international companies who want to get at Elluria's minerals?”

“I? How could I do that? The minerals are yours to sell, not mine.”

“That's right. So it isn't true?”

“True?”

“That you've been accepting money on the promise of concessions to be delivered when you take over as king of Elluria?”

His face became gray with temper, but Dottie's sunny gaze at him never wavered, and after a moment he laughed.

“Of course it's not true.”

“And it's not true either that certain people are pressing you to cough up or repay the money?”

“Pardon? Cough up?”

“Never mind. I'm sure it's a terrible slander.”

“You know how rumors get around. That wasn't the kind of business I had in mind.” He tightened his arm about her waist.

“Prince, please,” she murmured modestly. “We are observed. People will talk.”

“Underlings. What do their opinions matter? I wish I could make you realize what this visit has meant to me. I'm thinking and feeling so many strange, unexpected things. Do you understand me?”

Perfectly, she thought with grim humor. I know your kind. Flash Harry! All teeth and trousers!

But she met his gaze, wide-eyed, and shook her head.

“I thought you wouldn't. You're so new at this game, that's what's enchanting about you.”

She nodded. “Everyone finds me enchanting since I became a crown princess,” she confided innocently.

That threw him because he wasn't sure how serious she was. He gave an uncertain smile, wondering if she was daring to make fun of him. Dottie's answering gaze was as guileless as a baby's, and she saw him relax, reassured that she really was as stupid as she'd allowed herself to seem.

“We can't talk now,” she murmured, “but later perhaps…on the terrace?”

The music ended. She gave him a dazzling smile and departed for her next dance. For an hour she passed from one distinguished nonentity to the next, making conversation with the top layer of her mind, while the rest noticed when Sophie danced with Harold and when with Randolph.

At last she had a moment to sit down. She leaned toward Jeanie, who was in attendance on her that night. “Ask Prince Randolph if he would like the honor of dancing with me,” she commanded regally. She then spoilt the effect by adding, “And tell him he'd better, or else.”

A moment later Randolph appeared. “I am bowed down by the honor,” he said as he extended his arm.

“I'll stamp on your toes if you talk to me like that,” she threatened.

“I see that we still understand each other,” he said ironically.

Being in Randolph's arms was nothing like being in Harold's. One man was full of lush compliments, overpoweringly attentive. The other was like a hedgehog. Yet with Harold she'd thought constantly of the moment of escape. With Randolph she thought only of Randolph, of how it would be if he held her close, so that she could feel his body move against her own.

The last time he'd held her was the day he'd stormed into the meeting, when he'd abandoned all control. But now his control was perfect again, and he danced as he did everything, correctly.

“How am I doing for my first state visit?” she asked.

“You're overdoing it,” he replied coolly.

“Is that all you've got to say? And I was trying so hard to please you.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“Well, you're my mentor. Practically my father figure.” The sudden tightening of his hand in the small of her back was almost imperceptible, but she felt it nonetheless, and it eased her heart. She turned the screw a little. “I rely on your fatherly advice.”

“You wouldn't take any advice I could give you Dottie, and if you think I'm going to help you play off your tricks, you're mistaken.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean. There's a very shrewd brain underneath that blond fluff. And don't look at me like that either.”

“Like what?”

“Bland and innocent.”

She laughed. “Perhaps I really am bland and innocent.”

“Not you. You're a witch. Dottie, stop it! I told you not to look at me like that.”

Her laughter rang out. “Just ignore me. It's easy.”

He eyed her with grim appreciation of these tactics. “Be careful,” he said softly. “Harold is a dangerous man. If you're doing what I think you are, let me warn you, your people won't stand for it.”

“Randolph, you have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, so don't kid yourself.”

And he really didn't know, she thought. He was that blind. In fact, he was probably so blind that he wouldn't notice when she slipped away onto the terrace with Harold.

The moment came an hour later, when everyone was being refreshed with champagne. In honor of her distinguished guest Dottie carried two glasses out herself and they sat side by side to toast each other.

“To you, Dottie,” he said. “You don't mind if I call you that?”

“No, I still answer to it, with my friends.” She didn't say whether he was one of them.

“You've come a long way.”

“And I'll bet you know just how far.”

“It wasn't easy, but my researchers managed to track down The Grand Hotel. Manageress, eh?”

“Haven't your researchers found out any more?”

“Oh yes. I know you were nothing but a glorified barmaid. Who cares? You are a shrewd, ambitious woman, and I think we understand each other.”

“You keep my secret and I keep yours?” she asked archly.

“Precisely. And the best way for us to do that is-” abruptly he pulled her into his arms.

She had to fight not to gag. He was disgusting. She made a movement to box his ears, but stopped herself in time. Don't spoil it now, she thought. She laid her hands gently on his shoulders, as though she was willing but restrained by modesty.

They were like that when Randolph came to find Dottie.

Nothing could have gone better, she thought, lying in bed that night, looking into the darkness. Harold had been nonchalant, the very picture of a ladies' man caught in the act and loving it. Randolph had been furious and unable to say so, although there had been a look of angry reproach in his eyes that thrilled and hurt her at the same time.

She stretched and was about to settle down to sleep when she heard a noise at the French doors that led onto the balcony. She sat up and it came again, the soft movement of the latch, and then the sound of the door being opened, and somebody slipping quietly in.

“What are you doing here?” she cried.

“Sssh!” Harold said urgently, hurrying across the room to the bed. As he reached one side she slid out of the other.

“Keep away from me,” she said, feeling around for her robe without taking her eyes from him. Too late she realized that the robe was close to Harold.

He followed her eyes and whisked it up.

“Can I have that please?”

“Of course.” He began to move forward.

“Just throw it to me, and get right out.”

“You want me to walk out of that door?” he said indicating the door to the outer chamber.

Dottie froze. Out there was a lady-in-waiting, on night duty, and in the corridor outside were two footmen. No way could they be allowed to see Harold leaving her bedroom.

“Leave the way you arrived,” she insisted. “Come to think of it, how did you arrive?”

“You don't pay your maid enough.”

“You bribed her?”

“It's the simplest way. I got here before you, using the rear corridors. She let me in, I went out to wait on the balcony and she left the windows unlocked, I just crouched down behind the parapet. I thought we could talk better like this.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I think you have. You like being crown princess,

I've seen it. As my consort, you'll still enjoy all the goodies. We'll both gain.”

“Marry you?” she said in a voice of pure scorn. “You're the last man I'd ever marry.”

“My dear, I'm the last man you'll have the chance to marry. Soon everyone will know that I'm here. You'll have no choice. But let's make quite sure, shall we?”

He moved fast but Dottie was faster, slicing her hand across his nose in a swift movement that made him squeal like a pig.

“Right,” he said, speaking rather nasally, “if that's how you want it I'm happy to oblige.”

Ducking her second blow he grasped her shoulders and pulled her hard against him. At such close range she couldn't fight effectively, and it seemed that nothing could stop him lowering his mouth to hers. He was getting nearer…

“Leave her alone.” It was Randolph's voice that cracked like a whip from the shadows.

He stepped forward into the light, his face livid. Behind him Dottie could see four other men.

Time stopped. Dottie freed herself from Harold's frozen hands and stepped back. Cornered, Harold stared around at them all with loathing.

“You're fools, all of you,” he raged. “You give your loyalty to that?” He pointed at Dottie. “That? A queen? She's a barmaid, that's all. A cheap, jumped-up little barmaid, giving herself airs. And you fell for it.”

Randolph started forward with murder in his eyes, but Dottie moved first.

Her knee came up sharp, hard and aimed with deadly accuracy. Harold fell onto the bed, clutching himself and moaning, while she regarded him with satisfaction.

“I wasn't a barmaid for nothing,” she observed.

A cheer went up from her defenders. They laughed and applauded while Dottie clapped a hand over her mouth in horror.

“I shouldn't have said that,” she squealed, looking in horror at Randolph.

But he too was laughing. “We are all your friends here,” he said. “And we're all proud of you.”

As if to prove it the men applauded some more. Looking around she recognized them all as soldiers who'd been her escorts at various times.

“They volunteered,” Randolph told her, reading her expression. “Your whole army is loyal to you, but these are 'your' men in a special way.” As he spoke he was slipping a robe over her disheveled nightgown.

“How did you all come to be here?” she asked.

“Bertha is more loyal than she seemed. Having pocketed Harold's bribe she came straight to me. I told her not to breathe a word to you, and when you'd gone to bed she let us all in. You were never in any real danger.”

“Thank you so much, all of you,” she said, spreading her arms wide to the soldiers.

“Don't think you really needed us though,” one of them said, provoking a laugh.

Harold was still writhing and choking. Two of them raised him to his feet and would have removed him, but Randolph stopped them.

“My dear cousin,” he said tenderly to Harold, “don't go without being the first to congratulate us. Princess Dorothea has honored me by agreeing to be come my wife.” He turned swiftly to Dottie. “I know you'll forgive me for announcing it like this, but there are reasons why Harold should be the first to know.”

The soldiers were in ecstasies. Dottie regarded Randolph with a fulminating eye, but there was nothing she could say in front of an audience.

What had she expected? Moonlight on a rose-strewn balcony? A tender declaration? This was a marriage of state. Yet his kisses had surely told her of something more, and she felt a quickening of excitement, even through her indignation at his high-handed behavior.

At last they were alone, and she confronted Randolph.

“'First to know' is right,” she seethed. “Harold knew before I did.”

“Nonsense Dottie, you've always known that our marriage was inevitable. You promised to do whatever your country needed. Now you know what it needs, and quickly. We can't take chances. He'll try something else, and we have to spike his guns.”