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"
I
am
Astarte
,
mother
of
mystery
.
"
The
piquant
gray
-
violet
eyes
dilated
,
and
I
had
to
laugh
.
I
said
,
very
gently
,
"
Buffoon
.
"
The
eyes
blazed
.
"
Blasphemy
,
oh
foolish
mortal
!
"
"
Sorry
,
I
’
m
an
atheist
.
"
She
put
down
the
mask
.
"
And
a
traitor
.
"
"
Why
?
"
I
remembered
the
reference
to
treachery
during
the
palmreading
.
"
Astarte
knows
all
.
"
She
looked
sideways
at
me
,
coolly
,
changing
the
mood
.
The
cable
from
Alison
.
There
was
silence
.
She
kept
hugging
her
knees
,
looking
at
the
ground
in
front
of
her
.
"
He
told
you
about
this
girl
.
"
"
You
told
me
.
"
"
I
told
you
!
"
"
I
was
there
when
you
told
Maurice
.
"
"
But
we
were
in
the
garden
.
You
can
’
t
have
been
.
"
She
wouldn
’
t
look
at
me
.
"
She
is
Australian
.
You
…
lived
with
her
as
man
and
wife
.
"
"
He
told
you
,
didn
’
t
he
?
"
Silence
.
"
You
know
what
her
job
is
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Let
me
hear
you
say
it
.
"
"
She
is
an
air
-
hostess
.
"
"
What
is
an
air
-
hostess
?
"
"
She
looks
after
passengers
on
airplanes
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
that
?
You
died
in
1916
.
"
"
I
asked
Maurice
.
"
"
I
bet
you
’
re
good
at
chess
.
"
"
I
cannot
play
chess
.
"
"
Why
don
’
t
you
ask
him
about
your
own
past
?
"
"
I
know
I
was
born
in
London
.
We
lived
in
a
part
of
London
called
St
.
John
’
s
Wood
.
Maurice
lived
in
St
.
John
’
s
Wood
too
.
I
studied
music
,
I
was
in
love
with
Maurice
,
we
became
engaged
,
but
then
the
dreadful
war
came
and
he
had
to
go
away
and
I
went
to
nurse
and
…
I
caught
typhoid
.
"
She
was
barely
pretending
this
was
true
;
simply
reciting
her
"
past
,
"
with
a
small
smile
,
in
order
to
tease
me
.
I
reached
out
and
caught
her
hand
.
At
the
same
time
I
heard
the
sound
of
a
boat
engine
;
she
heard
it
as
well
,
but
her
eyes
gave
nothing
away
.
She
said
in
a
small
,
cold
voice
.
"
Please
let
me
go
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
Please
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
You
’
re
hurting
my
wrist
.
"
"
Promise
not
to
go
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
She
said
,
"
I
promise
not
to
go
.
"
I
quickly
raised
her
wrist
and
kissed
it
before
she
could
react
.
She
gave
me
an
uncertain
glance
,
then
pulled
her
hand
away
,
but
not
too
roughly
.
She
swiveled
round
and
turned
her
back
to
me
.
I
picked
up
a
cone
.
"
I
suppose
he
told
you
this
Australian
girl
sent
me
a
cable
yesterday
.
"
She
did
not
answer
.
"
If
you
said
I
could
meet
you
,
how
shall
I
put
it
…
officially
?
…
here
next
weekend
,
or
unofficially
somewhere
else
…
in
the
village
?
Anywhere
.
I
shouldn
’
t
go
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
"
I
’
m
trying
to
be
frank
.
Not
treacherous
.
"
Her
back
was
silent
.
"
I
haven
’
t
been
very
happy
on
Phraxos
.
Not
until
I
came
here
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
.
I
’
ve
been
,
well
,
pretty
lonely
.
I
know
I
don
’
t
love
…
this
other
girl
…
It
’
s
just
that
she
’
s
been
the
only
person
.
That
’
s
all
.
"
"
Perhaps
to
her
you
seem
the
only
person
.
"
"
There
are
dozens
of
other
men
in
her
life
.
Honestly
.
There
’
ve
been
at
least
three
more
since
I
left
England
.
"
A
runner
ant
zigzagged
neurotically
up
the
white
back
of
her
blouse
and
I
reached
and
fficked
it
off
.
She
must
have
felt
me
do
it
,
but
she
did
not
turn
.
"
It
was
nothing
.
Just
an
affaire
.
"
She
didn
’
t
speak
for
some
time
.
I
craned
round
to
see
her
face
.
It
was
pensive
.
She
said
,
"
I
know
you
did
not
believe
what
Maurice
said
last
night
.
But
it
was
true
.
"
She
glanced
round
solemnly
at
me
.
"
I
am
not
the
real
Lily
.
But
I
am
not
anyone
impersonating
the
real
Lily
.
"
"
Because
you
’
re
dead
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
am
dead
.
"
I
crouched
beside
her
,
tapped
her
shoulder
.
"
Now
listen
.
All
this
is
very
amusing
.
But
it
just
doesn
’
t
hold
water
.
First
there
are
several
of
you
.
You
’
ve
got
a
twin
sister
,
and
you
know
it
.
You
do
this
disappearing
trick
,
and
you
have
this
charming
line
of
mystery
talk
.
Period
dialogue
and
mythology
and
all
the
rest
.
But
the
fact
is
,
there
are
two
things
you
can
’
t
conceal
.
You
’
re
intelligent
.
And
you
’
re
as
physically
real
as
I
am
.
"
I
pinched
her
arm
,
and
she
winced
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
whether
you
’
re
doing
all
this
because
you
love
the
old
man
.
Because
he
pays
you
.
Because
it
amuses
you
.
Because
you
’
re
his
mistress
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
you
and
your
sister
and
your
other
friends
live
.
I
don
’
t
really
care
,
because
I
think
the
whole
idea
’
s
original
,
it
’
s
charming
to
be
with
you
,
I
like
Maurice
,
I
think
this
is
all
fun
…
but
don
’
t
let
’
s
take
it
all
so
bloody
seriously
.
Play
your
charade
.
But
for
Christ
’
s
sake
don
’
t
try
to
explain
it
.
"
I
knew
I
had
called
her
bluff
then
;
regained
the
initiative
.
I
stood
up
behind
her
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
She
sat
,
looking
down
in
front
of
her
.
After
a
moment
her
face
went
down
on
her
knees
.
The
boat
came
into
the
cove
;
Conchis
had
returned
.
I
waited
,
thinking
that
I
ought
to
have
realized
that
a
little
force
would
do
the
trick
.
She
was
silent
a
long
time
.
Then
her
shoulders
gave
a
little
shake
.
She
was
pretending
to
cry
.
"
Sorry
.
No
go
.
"
She
stared
round
Her
eyes
were
full
of
very
real
tears
.
I
knelt
beside
her
.
She
gave
a
rueful
smile
and
brushed
her
eyes
with
the
back
of
her
wrist
.
I
put
my
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
I
could
feel
the
warmth
of
her
skin
through
the
linen
;
reached
in
my
pocket
and
found
a
handkerchief
.
"
Here
.
"
She
dabbed
at
her
eyes
,
and
looked
at
me
,
with
a
pleading
simplicity
.
"
I
tried
.
I
tried
very
hard
.
"
"
You
’
re
wonderful
…
you
’
ve
no
idea
how
strange
this
experience
has
been
.
I
mean
,
beautifully
strange
.
Only
,
you
know
,
it
’
s
one
’
s
sense
of
reality
.
It
’
s
like
gravity
.
One
can
resist
it
only
so
long
.
"
She
handed
me
back
my
handkerchief
,
and
we
stood
up
,
very
close
together
.
I
knew
I
wanted
very
much
to
kiss
her
,
to
hold
her
.
She
looked
at
me
,
submissively
.
"
A
truce
?
"
"
A
truce
.
"
"
I
want
you
to
say
nothing
for
…
ten
minutes
.
A
little
walk
,
if
you
like
.
"
"
I
like
.
"
"
Nothing
—
not
a
word
?
"
"
I
promise
.
If
you
—
"
But
her
warning
finger
was
towards
my
lips
.
We
turned
and
began
to
walk
up
the
slope
.
After
a
time
I
took
her
hand
.
I
kept
my
side
of
the
promise
as
firmly
as
I
kept
hold
of
her
hand
.
She
led
me
up
through
the
trees
to
a
point
higher
than
where
I
had
forced
my
way
over
the
gulley
the
week
before
,
to
where
there
was
a
path
across
,
with
some
rough
-
hewn
steps
.
I
had
to
let
go
of
her
hand
because
of
the
narrowness
of
the
path
,
but
at
the
top
of
the
other
side
she
waited
and
held
it
out
for
me
to
take
again
.
We
went
over
a
rise
and
there
,
on
the
upper
slope
of
a
little
hollow
,
stood
a
statue
.
I
recognized
it
at
once
.
It
was
a
copy
of
the
famous
Poseidon
fished
out
of
the
sea
near
Euboea
at
the
beginning
of
the
century
.
I
had
a
postcard
of
it
in
my
room
.
The
superb
man
stood
on
a
short
raised
floor
of
natural
rock
that
had
been
roughly
leveled
off
,
his
legs
astride
,
his
majestic
forearm
pointing
south
to
the
sea
,
as
inscrutably
royal
,
as
mercilessly
divine
as
any
artifact
in
the
history
of
man
;
a
thing
as
modern
as
Henry
Moore
and
as
old
as
the
rock
it
stood
on
.
Even
then
I
was
still
surprised
that
Conchis
had
not
shown
it
to
me
before
;
I
knew
a
replica
like
that
must
have
cost
a
small
fortune
;
and
to
keep
it
so
casually
,
so
in
a
corner
,
unspoken
of
…
again
I
was
reminded
of
de
Deukans
;
and
of
that
great
dramatic
skill
,
the
art
of
timing
one
’
s
surprises
.
We
stood
and
looked
at
it
.
She
smiled
at
my
impressed
face
,
then
led
me
to
a
wooden
seat
under
an
almond
tree
on
the
slope
behind
the
statue
.
One
could
see
the
distant
sea
over
the
treetops
,
but
the
statue
was
invisible
to
anyone
close
to
the
shore
.
We
sat
down
in
the
shade
.
I
tried
to
keep
her
hand
,
but
she
curled
her
legs
up
and
sat
twisted
towards
me
with
her
arm
along
the
back
of
the
seat
.
I
looked
at
my
watch
,
then
at
her
.
The
ten
minutes
was
up
;
and
she
had
recovered
her
poise
,
though
like
a
landscape
after
rain
her
face
seemed
less
aloof
,
forever
less
dry
.
"
May
I
talk
?
"
"
If
you
want
to
.
"
"
You
’
d
rather
I
didn
’
t
.
"
"
Sometimes
being
together
is
nicer
than
talking
together
.
"
"
I
only
want
to
talk
because
it
gives
me
an
excuse
to
look
at
you
.
"
"
Why
not
just
look
?
"
I
took
up
the
same
position
as
she
had
,
and
we
stared
at
each
other
along
the
back
of
the
seat
.
Her
look
was
so
steady
,
and
in
a
way
so
newly
interested
in
me
,
so
unmasked
,
that
it
made
me
look
down
.
"
I
’
m
no
good
at
the
staring
game
.
"
She
shut
her
eyes
then
,
with
a
faint
smile
,
and
it
seemed
to
me
that
her
face
was
slightly
held
out
in
the
dappled
shade
for
me
to
kiss
.
I
bent
forward
.
But
she
suddenly
opened
her
eyes
;
they
took
the
color
of
the
light
,
were
green
for
a
moment
too
;
we
stared
at
each
other
,
poised
,
very
close
,
and
then
her
hand
came
out
and
gently
pushed
me
away
.
"
No
.
"
"
Please
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
For
friendship
’
s
sake
.
Nothing
else
.
"
I
glanced
at
the
seawardfacing
statue
.
"
While
his
back
’
s
turned
.
"
"
No
.
"
But
her
long
smile
was
widening
.
I
reached
out
and
snicked
a
white
thread
that
hung
from
her
sleeve
.
"
Why
did
you
do
that
?
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
put
it
in
a
bottle
and
see
if
it
disappears
.
"
"
And
if
it
does
?
"
"
Then
I
’
ll
know
you
’
re
a
witch
.
"
She
turned
and
looked
out
to
sea
,
as
if
there
was
a
less
agreeable
meaning
to
things
.
"
What
’
s
your
real
name
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
like
Lily
?
"
"
Good
Lord
.
"
She
looked
.
"
You
’
ve
just
contracted
’
not
’
.
"
She
smiled
,
and
repeated
her
question
,
still
contracting
’
not
,
’
admitting
surrender
.
"
Don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Not
much
.
It
’
s
so
Victorian
.
"
"
Poor
Victorians
.
"
"
What
’
s
your
sister
’
s
name
?
"
She
was
silent
.
She
looked
at
her
hands
,
then
out
to
sea
again
;
made
up
her
mind
with
a
little
sideways
look
.
"
I
cried
as
much
because
you
hadn
’
t
understood
.
Not
because
you
had
.
But
it
’
s
not
your
fault
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
oddest
sister
’
s
name
I
’
ve
ever
heard
.
"
She
would
not
look
at
me
;
or
smile
.
’
You
can
’
t
understand
how
difficult
things
are
.
"
"
Difficult
?
"
"
I
owe
Maurice
so
much
.
I
…
it
’
s
impossible
,
I
can
’
t
explain
.
But
I
owe
him
everything
.
So
I
must
go
on
doing
what
he
wants
.
"
"
And
your
sister
is
the
same
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
lie
to
him
.
I
don
’
t
mean
,
I
mustn
’
t
.
I
mean
literally
—
I
can
’
t
lie
to
him
.
"
She
sounded
miserable
,
cornered
.
"
Anyone
can
lie
to
anyone
.
Can
’
t
they
?
"
"
You
’
ll
understand
tonight
.
"
"
How
?
"
"
You
’
ll
understand
why
I
can
’
t
lie
to
him
even
if
I
want
to
.
"
I
changed
the
attack
.
"
Doing
what
he
wants
—
what
does
he
want
?
"
"
What
I
’
ve
been
being
with
you
.
"
"
Mysterious
?
"
She
nodded
.
I
sought
for
the
word
.
"
Flirtatious
?
"
She
nodded
again
.
I
glanced
at
her
downcast
face
.
"
So
you
really
don
’
t
like
me
at
all
.
You
just
lead
me
on
because
he
wants
you
to
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
say
that
.
"
"
Do
you
like
me
?
"
A
huge
bronze
maybug
boomed
round
the
upper
branches
of
the
almond
.
The
statue
stood
in
the
sun
and
eternally
commanded
the
wind
and
the
sea
.
I
watched
her
face
in
shadow
,
hanging
a
little
.
"
Yes
.
"
It
was
very
brief
;
reluctant
.
"
I
think
so
.
I
mean
…
"
she
sounded
and
looked
genuinely
shy
.
I
reached
out
and
touched
her
hand
;
then
leant
forward
.
"
When
can
I
see
you
again
?
Not
here
.
Somewhere
else
.
"
She
would
not
look
up
.
"
I
’
m
not
allowed
outside
Bourani
.
"
"
He
won
’
t
let
you
go
out
?
"
She
shook
her
head
;
I
had
misunderstood
.
"
I
can
’
t
let
myself
go
out
.
For
the
same
reason
.
Not
being
able
to
lie
.
"
"
You
mean
he
has
some
way
of
forcing
the
truth
out
of
you
?
"
"
Not
forcing
.
It
’
s
more
complicated
than
that
.
"
She
said
,
but
vaguely
as
if
against
her
will
.
"
I
love
him
.
Please
don
’
t
force
me
to
explain
.
"
She
looked
as
if
she
was
on
the
point
of
tears
again
.
I
took
her
hand
and
pressed
it
.
"
When
shall
I
see
you
again
?
"
"
The
next
time
Maurice
asks
you
here
.
"
"
Next
week
?
"
"
We
’
re
going
away
next
week
.
"
"
Where
will
you
be
?
"
She
got
up
and
moved
away
down
the
slope
towards
the
statue
into
the
burning
light
at
the
center
of
the
glade
.
I
watched
her
slim
shape
for
a
moment
,
then
joined
her
.
She
seemed
miserably
ill
at
ease
.
She
sat
on
the
rock
pedestal
,
in
the
shadow
of
Poseidon
;
bent
and
picked
a
sprig
of
oregano
and
smelt
it
;
would
not
look
up
.
"
What
does
it
matter
?
You
’
re
going
to
Athens
.
"
I
narrowed
my
eyes
and
looked
down
at
her
blonde
head
.
There
was
a
distinct
,
too
distinct
,
tinge
of
jealousy
in
her
voice
;
of
hurtness
.
I
sat
down
abruptly
at
her
feet
and
forced
her
to
look
me
in
the
eyes
.
She
tried
to
look
away
,
to
look
reserved
and
hurt
,
but
I
reached
out
my
hand
and
turned
her
cheek
back
.
"
Why
do
you
do
that
?
"
"
I
smell
a
rat
.
A
rat
about
five
feet
eight
—
nine
?
—
inches
long
.
"
She
smiled
,
at
the
joke
,
not
at
any
bluff
being
called
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
such
monsters
existed
.
"
"
Neither
did
I
.
Till
this
afternoon
.
"
Our
eyes
watched
each
other
in
some
peculiar
zone
between
teasing
,
unbelieving
,
believing
,
liking
;
I
realized
everything
with
her
was
in
parentheses
.
What
she
was
outside
those
parentheses
I
was
no
nearer
to
knowing
.
"
We
’
re
being
watched
.
Don
’
t
look
round
.
"
"
Where
?
Who
by
?
Maurice
?
"
"
I
always
know
when
he
’
s
watching
.
I
can
feel
it
.
"
"
You
sound
as
if
you
owe
him
nothing
but
fear
at
the
moment
.
"
She
gave
me
a
troubled
look
.
"
It
’
s
what
I
’
m
trying
to
say
.
Sometimes
he
makes
me
do
things
—
I
don
’
t
really
want
to
do
.
"
"
Such
as
?
"
"
He
wants
me
to
do
what
you
said
.
Make
you
fall
in
love
with
me
.
"
"
Wants
you
to
?
In
love
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
But
why
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
?
I
mean
I
’
m
delighted
that
he
does
,
but
—
"
I
was
thinking
of
his
advice
about
Alison
.
"
God
,
it
just
doesn
’
t
make
sense
.
"
"
He
wants
to
lead
you
into
a
…
sort
of
trap
.
"
"
And
you
’
re
the
bait
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Have
to
be
the
bait
?
Can
’
t
say
no
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
"
What
is
the
trap
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
tell
you
.
"
I
ran
my
hand
over
my
hair
.
"
I
feel
as
if
I
’
ve
been
too
well
spun
in
a
game
of
blindman
’
s
buff
.
"
She
smiled
,
but
very
briefly
.
She
crumbled
the
oregano
leaves
between
her
fingers
.
"
Maurice
doesn
’
t
realize
how
quick
you
are
.
And
that
I
can
’
t
really
cope
this
year
.
I
knew
as
soon
as
I
saw
you
last
night
.
"
I
gripped
her
knee
.
"
This
year
?
"
She
gave
a
little
smile
of
confessed
guilt
;
pushed
my
hand
away
.
"
Last
year
it
was
…
easy
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
well
.
That
bastard
Mitford
.
"
"
Yes
,
lie
was
.
What
you
say
.
"
"
You
made
him
fall
in
love
with
you
?
"
"
No
!
Ugh
.
I
couldn
’
t
.
It
wasn
’
t
necessary
.
"
"
Tell
me
now
.
"
"
Tell
you
what
?
"
"
Your
name
.
Where
you
come
from
at
home
.
Who
you
are
.
"
She
bit
her
lips
as
if
my
fierce
interrogation
was
amusing
.
"
No
.
I
can
’
t
.
Not
yet
.
"
"
But
you
must
.
It
’
s
ridiculous
.
"
Her
eyes
flicked
back
towards
the
house
.
"
Please
don
’
t
look
upset
.
Come
and
sit
beside
me
.
Smile
a
little
.
As
if
we
’
re
just
teasing
and
…
flirting
.
"
She
put
on
an
insincere
smile
as
if
to
show
me
the
way
.
I
did
as
she
said
.
"
Now
put
your
arm
round
my
shoulders
.
"
Her
eyes
were
down
and
she
looked
embarrassed
;
she
drew
an
unsentimental
breath
,
as
if
it
was
all
an
ordeal
.
"
I
don
’
t
find
this
too
unpleasant
.
"
"
I
do
.
I
hate
it
.
"
"
You
’
ve
been
hiding
it
pretty
well
.
"
"
You
’
ve
got
to
kiss
me
now
.
Please
do
it
quickly
.
"
She
turned
her
head
rather
desperately
and
closed
her
eyes
.
I
Looked
round
at
the
trees
quickly
and
then
kissed
her
mouth
.
But
it
remained
tightly
held
against
mine
except
for
one
small
tremor
of
response
just
as
she
pushed
me
away
.
"
I
must
go
now
.
I
’
ve
told
you
too
much
.
"
She
tipped
some
dust
from
her
eyelashes
with
her
fingertip
;
then
removed
my
arm
from
her
shoulders
.
"
Lily
.
"
"
I
must
go
.
And
I
wisif
I
could
meet
you
outside
Bourani
.
As
if
everything
was
normal
.
"
She
gave
me
a
strange
look
,
a
moment
’
s
gentle
,
frank
smile
,
and
stood
up
.
I
caught
her
hand
.
"
You
have
me
under
your
spell
.
