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green lawns of the garden, glistening with rain, and on a
wild impulse she ran round into the cypress-lined garden.
She stood, breathing in deeply, enjoying the fresh night
scents.
Marc came up behind her. “You
English lunatic,” he said
softly, “come into the house. You have been up all night and
you are asleep on your feet.”
She laughed and turned back. “I wanted to feel ...” she
paused, not knowing quite how to describe the feeling she
had been possessed by at that moment.
“Alive?” he suggested gently. “I understand. It was grim,
wasn’t it? Nature can be very cruel.”
“Yes,” she whispered, remembering the child in the
bloodstained dress. She had found out later that the child
had lost her father in the rock fall. His body had been found
in the rains of his house. Only the arrival of her weeping,
white-faced mother had snapped the little girl out of her
dangerous state of suspended grief, and they had clung
together, loudly weeping, yet comforting each other.
Marc propelled her by the elbow into the villa. They went
into the kitchen, which was large, beautifully equipped and
tiled in orange and black.
Marc made Kate sit down while he put the kettle on the
stove. “A cup of tea is what the English love most,” he
teased. “That will restore you!”
She sighed longingly. “It sounds heavenly! My mouth is
as dry as a kiln.”
He stood over her, very tall and dark. “Pyrakis said your
mouth was cool and sweet and inviting,” he reminded her
