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Chapter 50

           Manylights,manyvoices.Kaitapyrotechnimata."Andthefireworks.Georgiousaid,"Yah.Youweredrunk,Barba.""No.Iwasnotdrunk."TryasIdid,Icouldgetnothingmoreoutoftheoldman.Iwasonlunch-and-afternoonduty;sointheendIshookthembothbythehand,paidthesmallbill,tippedGeorgiouheavily,andwalkedbacktotheschool.Onethingwasclear.TherehadbeenLeverrier,Mitfordandmyself;butthenotherswhosenamesIdidnotyetknowbackinthethirties;alongline.Itgavemethecouragetofacewhatevernewwasbeingpreparedinthatnowuncurtainedtheatreoveronthefarside.Ireturnedtothevillagethatevening,andclimbedupthenarrowcobbledstreetsthatledtothebackofthevillage;pastwarrensofwhitewashedwalls,peasantinteriors,tinysquaresshadedbyalmondtrees.Greatmagentaspraysofbougainvilleaflamedinthesunorglowedinthepaleeveningshadows.Itwasasortofkasbahareaofthevillage,averyprettykasbah,withitscrossglimpsesoftheplunibago-bluesix-o’clockseabelow,andthegold-greenpinecoveredhillsabove.Peoplesittingoutsidetheircottagesgreetedme,andIcollectedtheinevitablesmallPiedPiperchainofchildren,whosubsidedintogigglesifIlookedatthemandwavedthemaway.WhenIcametothechurchIwentin.Iwantedtojustifymypresenceinthequarter.Itwasdenselygloomy,withamiasmaofincenseovereverything;arowofikons,sombersilhouettessetinsmokygold,stareddownatme,asiftheyknewwhatanalienIwasintheircryptlikeByzantineworld.

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