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Chapter 47

           IhadbeenreducedtothestatewhenitwasnolongeraquestionofwhetheranystoryatBouranicouldbeabsolutelybelieved,butofwhetheritcouldbeabsolutelydisbelieved.IknewIwantedthisonetobetrue,andthatwasdangerous.Istillhadsomequestions,andIwasgoingtostillwatchherlikealynx.ButmyinstincttoldmeIwasalynxmovingintoalandscapewherethemistswererapidlythinning.Findingherattherugagainseemedatestofhertruth.Icameoverthesmallrise,andthereshewas.Shemadealittleconcealedprayingmovement,gladnessthatIhadcome.Shehadn’tchangedherclothes,butherhairwastiedlooselybackatthenapewithablueribbon."Whatwasthewhistle?"Shewhispered."Maurice.Heishere.He’sgonenow."Shejumpedup."Comeandlook."Sheledmethroughthetreestotheclifftop.IthoughtforamadmomentthatshewasgoingtoshowmeConchis’sretreatingback.Butshestoppedunderthebranchesofthelastpineandpointed.Rightinthesouth,almosthulldown,alineofshipssteamedeastacrosstheAegeanbetweenMaleaandSkyli:acarrier,acruiser,fourdestroyers,anothership,intentonsomenewTroy.Iglanceddownatherlongpinkskirt,herridiculouslyoldfashionedshoes,andthenbackatthosepalegrayshapesontheworld’sbluerim.Thousandsofgum-chewing,contraceptive-carryingmen,morethirtyorfortyyearsawaythanthirtyorfortymiles,asifwewerelookingintothefuture,notintothesouth.Shesaid,"Ourbeinghere.Theirbeingthere.

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