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But
I
hadn
’
t
taken
two
steps
across
the
gravel
before
the
world
split
in
half
.
Or
so
it
seemed
.
A
figure
had
appeared
on
the
terrace
,
not
fifty
feet
away
,
facing
and
above
me
.
It
was
Lily
.
It
couldn
’
t
be
her
,
but
it
was
her
.
The
same
hair
blew
about
in
the
wind
;
the
dress
,
the
sunshade
,
the
figure
,
the
face
,
everything
was
the
same
.
She
was
staring
out
to
sea
,
over
my
head
,
totally
ignoring
me
.
It
was
a
wild
,
dislocating
,
disactualizing
,
shock
.
Yet
I
knew
within
the
first
few
seconds
that
although
I
was
obviously
meant
to
believe
that
this
was
the
same
girl
as
the
one
on
the
beach
,
it
was
not
.
But
it
was
so
like
her
that
it
could
be
only
one
thing
—
a
twin
sister
.
There
were
two
Lilies
in
the
field
.
The
night
before
,
the
nymph
,
was
explained
.
But
I
had
no
time
to
think
.
Another
figure
appeared
beside
the
Lily
on
the
terrace
.
It
was
a
man
,
much
too
tall
to
be
Conchis
.
At
least
,
I
presumed
it
was
a
man
;
perhaps
"
Apollo
"
or
"
Robera
Foulkes
"
—
or
even
"
de
Deukans
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
see
,
because
the
figure
was
all
in
black
,
shrouded
in
the
sun
,
and
wearing
the
most
sinister
mask
I
had
ever
seen
:
the
head
of
an
enormous
black
dog
,
or
jackal
,
with
a
long
muzzle
and
high
pointed
ears
.
They
stood
there
,
the
possessor
and
the
possessed
,
looming
death
and
the
frail
maiden
.
There
was
almost
immediately
,
after
the
first
visual
shock
,
something
vaguely
grotesque
about
it
;
it
had
the
overdone
macabreness
of
a
horror
-
magazine
illustration
.
It
certainly
touched
on
some
terrifying
archetype
;
but
it
shocked
common
sense
as
well
as
the
unconscious
.
Again
,
I
had
no
feeling
of
the
supernatural
,
no
feeling
that
this
was
more
than
another
nasty
twist
in
the
masque
;
a
black
inversion
of
the
scene
on
the
beach
.
That
does
not
mean
I
was
not
frightened
.
I
was
,
and
very
frightened
;
but
my
fear
came
from
a
feeling
that
anything
might
happen
.
That
there
were
no
limits
in
this
masque
,
no
normal
social
laws
or
conventions
.
Two
things
happened
in
the
moments
I
stood
there
.
Maria
came
towards
me
;
and
the
two
figures
swiftly
withdrew
,
as
if
to
avoid
any
chance
of
her
seeing
them
.
Lily
’
s
doppelganger
was
pulled
back
imperiously
by
the
black
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
At
the
very
last
moment
she
looked
down
at
me
,
but
her
face
was
expressionless
.
I
began
to
run
back
towards
the
point
on
the
path
where
I
could
see
down
to
the
beach
.
I
flung
a
look
over
my
shoulder
.
The
figures
on
the
terrace
had
disappeared
.
I
came
to
the
bend
from
which
I
could
see
down
,
from
where
,
not
half
a
minute
before
,
I
had
watched
the
Lily
on
the
beach
last
wave
.
The
jetty
was
deserted
;
that
end
of
the
small
cove
was
empty
.
I
ran
further
down
,
to
the
little
flat
space
with
the
bench
,
from
where
I
could
see
almost
all
the
beach
arid
most
of
the
path
up
.
I
waited
in
vain
for
the
mounting
bright
dress
to
appear
.
I
thought
,
she
must
be
hiding
in
the
little
cave
,
or
among
the
rocks
.
I
turned
and
began
to
climb
swiftly
back
towards
the
house
.
Maria
was
still
waiting
for
me
at
the
edge
of
the
colonnade
.
She
had
been
joined
by
a
man
.
I
recognized
Hermes
,
the
taciturn
donkeydriver
.
He
could
have
been
the
man
in
black
,
he
had
the
right
height
;
but
he
looked
unruffled
,
a
mere
bystander
.
I
said
quickly
in
Greek
,
mia
stigmi
,
one
second
,
and
walked
indoors
past
them
.
Maria
was
holding
out
an
envelope
,
but
I
took
no
notice
.
Once
inside
I
raced
up
the
stairs
to
Conchis
’
s
room
.
I
knocked
on
the
door
.
No
sound
.
I
knocked
again
.
Then
I
tried
the
handle
.
It
was
locked
.
I
went
back
down
,
and
paused
in
the
music
room
to
light
a
cigarette
;
and
to
take
a
grip
on
myself
.
"
Where
is
Mr
.
Conchis
?
"
"
Then
eine
mesa
.
"
He
’
s
not
in
.
Maria
raised
the
envelope
again
,
but
I
still
ignored
it
.
"
Where
’
s
he
gone
?
"
"
Ephyge
me
ti
varca
.
"
Gone
with
the
boat
.
"
Where
?
"
She
didn
’
t
know
.
I
took
the
envelope
.
It
had
Nicholas
written
on
it
.
Two
folded
papers
.
One
was
a
note
from
Conchis
.
Dear
Nicholas
,
I
am
obliged
to
ask
you
to
entertain
yourself
until
this
evening
.
Unexpected
business
requires
my
presence
urgently
in
Nauplia
.
M
.
C
.
The
other
was
a
radiogram
.
There
was
no
telephone
or
cable
line
to
the
island
,
but
the
Greek
coastguard
service
ran
a
small
radio
station
.
It
had
been
sent
from
Athens
the
evening
before
.
I
assumed
that
it
would
explain
why
Conchis
had
had
to
go
.
But
then
I
had
the
third
shock
in
three
minutes
.
I
saw
the
name
at
the
end
.
It
read
:
BACK
NEXT
FRIDAY
STOP
THREE
DAYS
FREE
STOP
AIRPORT
SIX
EVENING
STOP
PLEASE
COME
ALISON
.
It
had
been
sent
on
Saturday
afternoon
.
I
looked
up
at
Maria
and
Hermes
.
Their
eyes
were
blank
,
simply
watching
.
"
When
did
you
bring
this
?
"
Hermes
answered
.
"
Proi
proi
.
"
Early
that
morning
"
Who
gave
it
to
you
to
bring
?
"
It
was
addressed
to
the
school
.
A
professor
.
At
Sarantopoulos
’
s
,
the
last
evening
.
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
give
it
to
me
before
?
"
He
shrugged
and
looked
at
Maria
,
and
she
shrugged
.
They
seemed
to
imply
that
it
had
been
given
to
Conchis
.
It
was
his
fault
.
I
read
it
again
.
Hermes
asked
me
if
I
wanted
to
send
an
answer
;
he
was
going
back
to
the
village
.
I
said
,
no
,
no
reply
.
I
stared
at
Hermes
.
His
wall
eye
gave
little
hope
.
But
I
demanded
,
"
Have
you
seen
the
two
young
ladies
this
morning
?
"
He
looked
at
Maria
.
She
said
,
Which
girls
?
There
are
no
girls
here
.
I
looked
at
Hermes
again
.
"
You
?
"
"
Ochi
.
"
His
head
went
back
.
Maria
said
,
"
Ah
,
katalava
,
katalava
.
"
She
told
Hermes
I
meant
the
little
girls
from
the
cottages
.
They
do
not
come
here
,
she
said
to
me
.
I
muttered
sarcastically
,
"
Of
course
.
"
And
left
them
.
I
returned
to
the
beach
.
All
the
time
I
had
been
watching
the
place
where
the
path
came
up
.
Down
there
I
went
straight
to
the
cave
.
No
sign
of
her
.
A
couple
of
minutes
convinced
me
that
she
was
not
hiding
anywhere
among
the
rocks
and
trees
.
I
looked
up
the
little
gulley
.
It
might
have
been
just
possible
to
scramble
up
it
and
to
get
away
to
the
east
,
but
I
found
it
difficult
to
believe
.
I
climbed
up
some
way
to
see
if
she
was
crouching
behind
a
rock
.
But
there
was
no
one
.
Lying
in
the
sun
,
I
tried
to
clear
my
mind
about
the
two
Lilys
.
The
idea
was
clear
.
One
twin
came
close
to
me
,
talked
to
me
.
She
had
a
scar
on
her
left
wrist
.
The
other
did
the
doppelganger
effects
.
I
would
never
get
close
to
her
.
I
would
see
her
on
the
terrace
,
in
the
starlight
;
but
always
at
a
distance
.
Twins
—
it
was
extraordinary
,
but
I
had
begun
to
realize
enough
about
Conchis
to
see
that
it
was
predictable
.
If
one
was
very
rich
…
why
not
the
rarest
?
Why
anything
but
the
strangest
and
the
rarest
?
I
tried
to
clear
my
mind
about
the
Lily
I
knew
,
the
scar
-
Lily
,
and
myself
.
This
morning
,
even
last
night
,
she
had
set
out
to
make
herself
attractive
to
me
;
and
if
she
was
really
simply
Conchis
’
s
mistress
,
I
couldn
’
t
imagine
why
he
should
allow
it
,
and
so
obviously
leave
us
alone
together
,
unless
he
was
much
more
profoundly
perverted
than
I
could
bring
myself
seriously
to
suspect
.
In
so
many
ways
,
it
seemed
all
no
more
than
a
game
.
Lily
gave
strongly
the
impression
that
she
was
playing
with
me
—
amusing
herself
as
much
as
acting
a
role
at
Conchis
’
s
command
.
But
all
games
,
even
the
most
literal
,
between
a
man
and
a
woman
are
implicitly
sexual
;
and
I
was
clearly
meant
to
feel
that
.
If
it
was
her
job
to
seduce
me
,
I
should
be
seduced
.
I
couldn
’
t
do
anything
about
it
.
I
was
a
sensualist
.
I
wanted
to
be
seduced
,
to
drink
the
wave
.
Then
Alison
.
Her
telegram
was
like
grit
in
the
eye
when
one
particularly
wants
to
see
clearly
.
I
could
guess
what
had
happened
.
My
letter
of
the
Monday
before
would
have
arrived
on
Friday
or
Saturday
in
London
,
she
would
have
been
on
a
flight
out
of
England
that
day
,
perhaps
feeling
fed
up
,
half
an
hour
to
kill
at
Ellenikon
—
on
impulse
,
a
telegram
.
But
it
came
like
an
intrusion
—
of
dispensable
reality
into
pleasure
,
of
now
artificial
duty
into
instinct
.
I
couldn
’
t
leave
the
island
,
I
couldn
’
t
waste
three
days
in
Athens
.
I
read
the
wretched
thing
again
.
Conchis
must
have
read
it
too
—
there
was
no
envelope
.
Demetriades
would
have
opened
it
when
it
was
first
delivered
at
the
school
.
So
Conchis
would
know
I
was
invited
to
Athens
—
and
would
guess
that
this
was
the
girl
I
had
spoken
about
,
the
girl
I
must
"
swim
towards
.
"
Perhaps
that
was
why
he
had
had
to
go
away
.
There
might
be
arrangements
to
cancel
for
the
next
weekend
.
I
had
assumed
that
he
would
invite
me
again
,
give
me
the
whole
four
days
of
half
-
term
;
that
Alison
would
not
take
my
lukewarm
offer
.
I
came
to
a
decision
.
A
physical
confrontation
,
even
the
proximity
that
Alison
’
s
coming
to
the
island
might
represent
,
was
unthinkable
.
Whatever
happened
,
if
I
met
her
,
it
must
be
in
Athens
.
If
he
invited
me
,
I
could
easily
make
some
excuse
and
not
go
.
But
if
he
didn
’
t
,
then
after
all
I
would
have
Alison
to
fall
back
on
.
I
won
either
way
.
The
bell
rang
again
for
me
.
It
was
lunchtime
.
I
collected
my
things
and
drunk
with
the
sun
,
walked
heavily
up
the
path
.
But
I
was
covertly
trying
to
watch
in
every
direction
,
preternaturally
on
the
alert
for
events
in
the
masque
As
I
walked
through
the
windswept
trees
to
the
house
,
I
expected
some
strange
new
sight
to
emerge
,
to
see
both
twins
together
—
I
didn
’
t
know
.
I
was
wrong
.
There
was
nothing
.
My
lunch
was
laid
;
one
place
.
Maria
did
not
appear
.
Under
the
muslin
there
was
taramasalata
,
boiled
eggs
,
and
a
plate
of
loquats
.
By
the
end
of
the
meal
under
the
windy
colonnade
I
had
banned
Alison
from
my
mind
and
was
ready
for
anything
that
Conchis
might
now
offer
.
To
make
things
easier
,
I
went
through
the
pine
trees
to
where
I
had
lain
and
read
of
Robert
Foulkes
the
Sunday
before
.
I
took
no
book
.
But
lay
on
my
back
and
shut
my
eyes
.
I
was
given
no
time
to
sleep
.
I
had
not
been
lying
there
five
minutes
before
I
heard
a
rustle
and
,
simultaneously
,
smelt
the
sandalwood
perfume
.
I
pretended
to
be
asleep
.
The
rustle
came
closer
.
I
heard
the
tiny
crepitation
of
pine
needles
.
Her
feet
were
just
behind
my
head
.
There
was
a
louder
rustle
;
she
had
sat
down
,
and
very
close
behind
me
.
I
thought
she
would
drop
a
cone
,
tickle
my
nose
.
But
in
a
very
low
voice
she
began
to
recite
,
half
singing
.
A
frog
he
would
a
-
wooing
go
,
Whether
his
mother
would
let
him
or
no
.
So
off
he
marched
with
his
nice
new
hatAnd
on
the
way
he
met
with
a
rat
.
And
they
came
to
the
door
of
the
mouse
’
s
hall
,
They
gave
a
loud
knock
and
they
gave
a
loud
call
.
Pray
,
Mrs
.
Mouse
,
are
you
within
?
Oh
yes
,
Mr
.
Rat
,
I
’
m
learning
to
spin
.
Pray
,
Mrs
.
Mouse
,
will
you
give
us
some
beer
?
Young
froggy
and
I
are
fond
of
good
cheer
.
But
as
they
were
all
a
merry
-
makingThe
cat
and
her
kittens
came
tumbling
in
.
The
cat
she
seized
the
rat
by
the
crown
;
The
kittens
they
pulled
the
little
mouse
down
.
This
put
poor
frog
in
a
terrible
fright
,
So
he
took
his
new
hat
and
wished
them
good
night
.
As
froggy
was
crossing
him
over
a
brook
,
A
lily
-
white
duck
gob
-
gobbled
him
up
.
So
that
was
an
end
of
one
,
two
and
three
,
Riddle
-
me
-
ro
,
riddle
-
me
-
ree
.
All
the
time
I
was
silent
,
and
kept
my
eyes
closed
.
She
teased
the
words
;
I
was
the
frog
.
A
willing
frog
;
the
wind
blew
in
the
pines
above
,
she
said
each
couplet
in
her
dry
-
sweet
voice
.
Alter
each
couplet
,
she
paused
.
A
little
silence
,
the
wind
.
Then
the
next
couplet
.
She
finished
.
Without
moving
,
I
opened
my
eyes
and
looked
back
.
A
fiendish
green
and
black
face
,
with
protuberant
fire
-
red
eyes
,
glared
down
at
me
.
I
twisted
over
.
She
was
holding
a
Chinese
carnival
mask
on
a
stick
,
in
her
left
hand
.
I
saw
the
scar
.
I
grinned
,
and
she
lowered
the
mask
to
her
nose
and
stared
over
it
at
me
with
taunting
eyes
.
She
had
changed
into
a
long
-
sleeved
white
blouse
and
a
long
gray
skirt
and
her
hair
was
tied
back
by
a
black
velvet
bow
.
I
pushed
the
mask
aside
.
She
was
smiling
.
"
I
have
come
to
gobble
you
up
.
"
"
I
haven
’
t
even
been
a
-
wooing
yet
.
"
She
half
raised
the
mask
again
and
looked
at
me
over
the
top
of
it
with
silent
incredulity
.
"
Well
,
I
haven
’
t
been
a
-
wooing
you
yet
.
"
"
You
cannot
woo
me
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Forbidden
.
"
"
By
you
?
"
"
By
everything
.
"
She
put
her
hands
round
her
enskirted
knees
and
leant
back
and
stared
up
through
the
branches
at
the
sky
.
A
fine
throat
.
She
was
wearing
absurd
black
lace
-
up
boots
.
"
I
saw
your
twin
sister
this
morning
.
"
"
That
was
very
clever
.
I
have
no
sister
.
"
"
Yes
you
have
.
She
was
standing
with
a
charming
young
man
dressed
in
black
.
It
was
quite
a
shock
.
To
see
him
dressed
at
all
.
"
She
looked
down
,
and
made
no
answer
.
"
Where
did
you
hide
?
"
"
I
went
home
.
"
"
Over
there
?
"
I
pointed
towards
the
sea
.
"
Yes
.
Over
there
.
"
I
knew
it
was
no
good
;
she
wouldn
’
t
lay
down
the
other
mask
.
I
shrugged
,
smiled
at
her
now
rather
serious
,
perceptibly
watchful
face
and
reached
for
my
cigarettes
.
I
offered
her
one
,
but
she
shook
her
head
.
She
watched
me
strike
the
match
and
inhale
a
couple
of
times
,
and
then
suddenly
reached
out
her
hand
.
"
Have
one
.
"
I
held
out
the
packet
,
but
she
wanted
the
cigarette
in
my
mouth
.
"
One
puff
.
"
She
took
the
cigarette
and
pecked
out
her
lips
at
it
in
the
characteristic
way
of
first
smokers
;
took
a
little
puff
,
then
a
bigger
one
.
She
coughed
and
buried
her
head
in
her
knees
,
holding
out
the
cigarette
for
me
to
take
back
.
"
Horrible
.
"
"
Beautifully
acted
.
"
She
bowed
her
head
again
to
cough
.
I
looked
at
the
nape
of
her
neck
,
her
slim
shoulders
,
her
total
reality
.
"
Where
did
you
train
?
"
"
Train
?
"
She
spoke
into
her
knees
.
"
Which
drama
school
?
RADA
?
"
She
shook
her
head
,
then
looked
up
and
said
,
"
I
have
never
had
a
dramatic
training
.
"
I
had
the
impression
that
this
was
the
truth
,
a
remark
out
of
role
;
and
that
she
sensed
that
I
sensed
it
,
and
had
to
improvise
defense
.
She
went
on
quickly
,
"
As
far
as
I
know
.
"
"
Oh
of
course
.
You
suffer
from
amnesia
.
"
She
was
silent
,
looking
straight
ahead
,
as
if
in
two
minds
about
whether
to
play
at
being
offended
or
not
.
She
threw
me
a
veiled
look
,
then
stared
ahead
again
.
I
lay
on
my
elbow
.
"
I
don
’
t
mind
in
the
least
being
made
a
fool
of
,
but
I
can
’
t
stand
every
attempt
at
natural
curiosity
being
treated
as
bad
taste
.
"
I
watched
the
side
of
her
face
.
We
were
at
right
angles
to
each
other
.
She
remained
chin
on
knees
,
eyes
lost
in
the
distance
.
I
said
after
a
few
moments
,
"
You
’
re
trying
—
very
successfully
—
to
captivate
me
.
Why
?
"
She
made
no
attempt
this
time
to
be
offended
.
One
realized
progress
more
by
omissions
than
anything
else
;
by
pretenses
dropped
.
"
Am
I
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
She
picked
up
the
mask
and
held
it
like
a
yashmak
again
.
