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Frustration! groaned d’Ompteda. Angry reprimands from London, through Hanover. With all this gossip why was it so difficult to provide what was wanted?

It should be simple.

There was talk of nothing in the Villa other than of the Princess’s imminent departure.

We shall have to wait now for her return, thought d’Ompteda.

Caroline was excited. Nothing was so entrancing as the prospect of seeing new lands.

‘If I cannot have children. I will have travel,’ she announced. She was sorry that so many of her English suite had not wished to accompany her. It was not that they were afraid of dangers from pirates and bandits— and this was by, no means an uncertainty— but they were afraid of being called upon by the Prince Regent to give evidence against her. The fact made her laugh and determine to give them as much cause for suspicion as possible Pergami was faithful. Dear, dear man! she thought. He was one whom she could trust; and she had engaged his sister, who called herself Countess Oldi, as one of her ladies-in-waiting. She was already fond of the Countess who however was very respectable and inclined to exclaim in surprise at the Princess’s antics.

But she was Pergami’s sister and that was recommendation enough for her. Little Vittorina was to come, dear child; and she and Willikin would be as her own two children. Dr. Holland, her English doctor had left and in his place she had engaged Dr. Mochetti, a most charming Italian There was one Englishman who had joined her suite. He was Captain Robert Hownam and she had engaged him as her private secretary.

Well, it was a happy little company and what did she care if there were few English among them. The Italians were charming and her friends.

She took an affectionate farewell of Baron d’Ompteda and told him that she hoped he would not stop visiting the Villa d’Este during her absence. She was leaving some servants behind and they would care for him.

He accepted the offer with gratitude, he would certainly take advantage of it!

During the time she was away he would have to make a plan so that as soon as she returned he could put it into action And so Caroline sailed away on the Levzathan to Sicily first and there was a short stay in Messma And after that they would sail to Tunis, Malta and Athens.

Louise Demont, whom she had brought with her, told her she was writing an account of the journey for she believed few princesses would have made it before.

‘How terrified I am, Your. Highness, that we shall be set upon by bandits in some of these strange places. And what if pirates boarded us!’

The Princess laughed. ‘I doubt not that I should be able to persuade them not to harm us.’

‘Your Highness can be most persuasive.’

‘You must let me read your account of the journey.’

‘If Your Highness would so honour me—’

Caroline read, the accounts which Louise wrote every day and found them interesting. She walked the decks with Pergami and chatted freely with the sailors. She ordered Pergami to arrange for balls on board which he did and she danced with all the men in turn.

There never was such a princess, was the comment.

And many of them believed the stories they had heard of her.

There were occasions when her suite was in fear of their lives; she was the only one who seemed unafraid. She thrived on adventure.

When she reached Tunis, she was welcomed by the Bey and settled down to enjoy a pleasant stay there. For, she commented to Countess Oldi, ‘I find these barbarians less barbarous than some Christians I have known.’

The Bey sent her the finest Arab horses and she made up her mind that she would stay for some time in his pleasant land.

But this happy sojourn was interrupted by the arrival of the Dutch and English fleets. The pirates whose head quarters were in Tunis had been intercepting too many Dutch and British ships and the fleets of these countries had come to demand a settlement.

In the pleasant villa which had been at her disposal Caroline received a visit from Admiral Lord Exmouth who explained the situation to her.

‘I’m not afraid of a little conflict,’ Caroline told him.

‘But, Your Highness,’ the Admiral replied, ‘it would not be possible for you to remain here while these er— negotiations are going on.’

‘Why not?’

‘There could be trouble.’

‘The Bey is my good friend.’

‘Today, Madam, but perhaps not tomorrow. I have orders to ensure your departure.’

She argued but it was no use. Her suite were decidedly nervous and for their sake she gave in. Pergami persuaded her to do so.

‘It is wisest, Your Highness,’ he said ‘I always do as you say, my dear,’ she answered.

So from Tunis to Athens and on to Turkey and Constantinople. The stay there was brief owing to an outbreak of plague, and her entourage was by this time longing for the return to Como; and when she went to the Pyramids and had to take with her two hundred soldiers to guard the party as it crossed the desert, even Pergami tried to persuade her end the tour.

But she laughed at them all. Her eyes flashed with excitement. It was long since she had been so pleased with life.

‘At last,’ she cried, ‘I am doing what I want.’

Poor Willikin was beside her in all her travels. He was too young to realize the dangers through which they passed and seemed to have a blind faith in her.

She was the Princess whom nothing could harm and as long as he was close to her, he was safe.

And after Cairo, Nazareth where she decided to found an Order of Knighthood. She called this The Order of St. Catherine of Jerusalem; it was to recompense those who had been with her on her pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

Pergami received the Order, so did Willikin and so did her secretary Hownam.

She must of course visit Jericho and after that started on the return journey., By the end of October 1816, she was back in the Villa d’Este.

It was good to be back in the Villa. She called Maurice Credé to her and asked if all had been well during her absence.

‘Very well, Your Highness,’ he told her.

‘You look a little sombre,’ she told him. ‘Is everything going well with you?’

‘Very well, Your Highness.’

‘Well, I trust you are pleased to see me back.’

Credé bowed. It was her way of talking. And how foolish it was and how it gave her enemies the chance to do what had been bribed to do.

Pergami went about the house to assure himself that everything was in order, and in Credé’s apartments he was surprised to find an extra set of keys.

He examined them closely and ascertained that they were a copy of the keys to the Villa. Now for what purpose should Credé provide himself with an extra set of keys? He could ask Credé. But if he did, that would put him on his guard. No, he would do no such thing. Instead he would watch Credé.

Pergami had long been aware that the Princess was under observation. He was her chamberlain and it was his duty to protect her. He was going to find out what Credé was doing with that set of keys.

He did not at this stage mention the affair to Caroline. She was so indiscreet and he imagined what her reaction would be. She would declare that Credé was a very good servant and she refused to harbour any suspicions towards him. He, Pergami, would watch Credé.

He soon discovered that he was leaving his room at night and prowling about the villa. But this was in search of Annette.

An idea struck Pergami. He would dismiss Credé for seducing one of the maids. It was an adequate reason; and then he would confiscate the keys and would have no more need to alarm himself about them.

He summoned Credé.

‘I no longer have need of your services,’ he told him. ‘You are dismissed.’

‘But— why— what have I done?’