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Plymouth, where she had embarked on the Kent , but it looked to have a similar sense of bustle. Ships of all shapes and sizes sat at anchor in the middle of the bay or were moored to the jetty. Dhows, much bigger than the fishing boats of Bashir’s village, darted in and out between the statelier vessels.
    The town attached to the port lay spread out below them. Constance leaned over the parapet to get a closer look. The path she must have followed in her chair last night zigzagged up the hillside below, past houses, tall and narrow, and tinkling fountains set in small squares.
    She leaned over further. The roof terrace seemed to be at the highest point of the palace, in the very centre of the building. There looked to be three or even four storeys below the huge central edifice on which they were perched, with two low terraced wings on either side. A vast piazza, tiled with marble and bordered by two straight sentry-like lines of palm trees, formed the entrance to the palace itself, with a sweeping staircase on either side of an arched portal meeting on the first floor. It was exotic and absurdly impractical and utterly foreign and completely overwhelming.
    â€˜Well, what do you think of my humble domain?’
    Constance turned too suddenly, snatching at the edge of the parapet as the heat and the glare of the sea and the sky and the sun all combined to make her dizzy.
    A strong arm caught her as she staggered. ‘Careful. I would hate to have to report your untimely death for a second time.’
    She laughed weakly. Her cheek rested against the Prince’s shoulder. She closed her eyes to combat the dizziness and breathed in the clean scent of cotton dried in the sunshine, warm skin and soap, and the slight tang of salt from the sea. Her senses swam. She put her hand onto his chest to right herself. Hard muscle over bone. Which she had no right to be touching.
    â€˜Thank you, I’m perfectly fine now.’ Constance turned back to the view, shading her eyes. ‘Your humble domain is absolutely spectacular. I’ve never seen anything remotely like it. How far from the harbour was the Kent when she went down?’
    â€˜You see that dhow out there?’ He stood directly behind her, his arm pointing over her shoulder at a distant boat. ‘She lies not far from there. Almost all of her passengers and crew were rescued by the boats which were harboured at the port. A few of those who perished were found in the next bay, over there. The bay where you were washed up is beyond that outcrop, as you can see, a fair distance away. The piece of broken mast you clung to must have drifted with the tide and carried you there before depositing you on the beach.’
    The sea looked so calm, she could hardly credit that it could have been so violent. ‘I don’t remember anything,’ Constance said with a shudder, ‘save being thrown overboard. Absolutely nothing after that.’
    â€˜It is as well.’ Kadar stepped back. ‘I think you have more than enough terrible memories of the storm to keep you awake at night.’
    â€˜Not last night,’ Constance said. ‘I slept like the dead, rather appropriately.’
    Prince Kadar set his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. ‘But on previous nights, you have had nightmares, yes?’
    His touch unsettled her. ‘Sometimes,’ Constance said, slipping from his grasp. ‘It was one of the reasons I spent so many hours stargazing. It was a distraction from the prospect of torrid dreams.’
    â€˜Stargazing!’
    â€˜The study of the cosmos, the stars and the planets,’ Constance elaborated.
    â€˜You are an astronomer?’
    â€˜You seem astonished. Is it because I have a passion for studying the night sky, or is because I am a woman with a passion for stargazing?’ Constance turned away, absurdly disappointed. ‘My father too, finds it inexplicable. He can see no practical purpose