Волхв

Chapter 23

           Wordsareforfacts.Notfiction.Ilookedaroundagain,towardsthehouse;Conchismustdeclarehimselfnow.Buthedidnot.Therewasmyself,withanincreasinglyfoolishsmileonmyfaceandtherewerethetwoofthemintheirgreenshadow.Thegirlmovedalittleclosertotheman,whoputhishandponderously,patriarchally,onhershoulder.Theyseemedtobewaitingformetodosomething.Wordswerenouse.Ihadtogetclosetothem.Ilookedupthegulley.Itwasuncrossableforatleastahundredyards,butthenmysideappearedtoslopemoreeasilytothegulleyfloor.Makingagestureofexplanation,Istartedupthehill.Ilookedbackagainandagainatthesilentpairunderthetree.Theyturnedandwatchedmeuntilashoulderontheirsideofthesmallravinehidthemfromview.Ibrokeintoarun.Thegulleywasfinallycrossable,thoughitwasatoughscrambleupthefarsidethroughsomedisagreeablysharp-thornedbushes.OncethroughthemIwasabletorunagain.Thecarobcameintosightbelow.Therewasnothingthere.InafewsecondsithadbeenperhapsaminuteinallsinceIhadlostsightofthemIwasstandingunderthetree,onanunrevealingcarpetofshriveledseedpods.IlookedacrosstowhereIhadslept.Thesmallgrayandred-edgedsquaresofthepamphletandTimelayonthepalecarpetofneedles.IwentwellbeyondthecarobuntilIcametostrandsofwirerunningthroughthetrees,attheedgeoftheinlandbluff,theeasternlimitofBourani.Thethreecottageslayinnocentlybelowamongtheirlittleorchardofolives.

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