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Chapter 63

           Anelderlymanwithamoustache,thekeeperofthewineshop,cameoutofadimcorner.OvertheblueironmugofretsinaandtheoliveswesharedIdiscoveredalltherewastodiscover.Firstofall,Ihadmissedaday.Thetrialhadnotbeenthatmorning,butthedaybefore;itwasMonday,notSunday.Ihadbeendruggedagainforovertwentyfourhours;andIwonderedwhatelse.Whatprobingintothedeepestrecessesofmymind.NofilmcompanyhadbeeninMonemvasia;nolargegroupoftourists;noforeignerssincetendaysago…aFrenchprofessorandhiswife.Whatdidtheprofessorlooklike?Averyfatman,hespokenoGreek…No,hehadheardofnoonegoingupthereyesterdayortoday.Alas,noonecametoseeMonemvasia.Weretherelargecisternswithpaintingsonthewallsupthere?No,nothinglikethat.Itwasallruins.Later,whenIwalkedoutoftheoldtowngateandunderthecliffsIsawtwoorthreecrumblingjettieswhereaboatcouldhaveslippedinandunloadedthreeorfourmenwithastretcher.Theyneednothavepassedthehandfulofhousesthatwerestillinhabitedinthevillage;andtheywouldhavecomebynight.TherewereoldcastlesalloverthePeloponnesus:Korone,Methone,Pylos,Koryphasion,Passáva.Theyallhadhugecisterns;couldallbereachedinadayfromMonemvasia.Iwentoverthecausewaythroughthegustywindtothelittlemainlandhamlet,whichwaswherethesteamercalled.Ihadabadmealinatavernathere,andashaveinthekitchenyes,Iwasatouristandquestionedthecook-waiter.

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