“At least you had the option of saying no, which is of course what I would have done in your shoes. Who would possibly want to be married to Siegfried, unless they were desperate.” She laughed again, and again I felt that she was forcing herself to be lighthearted. “So how is your room?”

I couldn’t very well say gloomy and vampire ridden, could I? I was formulating a polite answer when she went on, “I gather they gave you the room next to Siegfried’s. Maybe they were hoping some sparks would fly!” She chuckled again. “I always used to have that room when we came to the castle for the summer holidays. I love the view from that window, don’t you?”

“It’s rather snowy at the moment,” I pointed out.

“In the summer it’s lovely. Green woods and blue lakes and far away from the city and all the stuffiness of court life. I used to ride and swim with none of the rules of court life. It was blissful.” And a dreamy expression came over her face.

“There’s an interesting portrait on the wall of the room,” I said. “A young man. Who is he?”

“One of the ancestors of the family that owned this castle, I suppose. I’ve never really thought about it,” she said. “Castles are always full of old portraits.” And she moved on to another subject.

I hadn’t realized until the end of that day how much I missed the company of other young women and what fun we’d had at school. There was a lot of giggling and chatting in various languages, mostly German, of which I spoke little, but Matty was ready to translate for me. She looked the fairy-tale princess in her wedding dress with a train yards long, which we were to carry, and a veil falling around her, topped by a coronet.