oar, stands looking up vaguely at t. S ongue at her saviour.

    quot;Ill be o be married.quot;

    quot;Married?quot;

    quot;to a fine bandit gentleman.quot; Makes a face. quot;Because I  everyt first I must be married.quot;

    quot;O; says Jo, gone into ;You  be married. I  let you be married.quot;

    Suspicious, at first. t;Do you love me?quot; Exultant, sing. quot;So you love me! You must love me! Youll take me a;

    t rummages trunk in s out old books and curious instruments. terious sries t it is locked; stles tatedly. quot; are you up to?  secrets do you  t? Is it --quot;

    t lets akes o ;ake ts to, ;

    quot;Your. . . son o set you free?quot;

    quot;Not my son, Roxana.quot;

    S s forgets t of ;

    quot;;

    ide-eyed, sares at him.

    quot;Yes, old man, I do believe I do. Its been so long, nooget;

    quot;ell be toget;

    So  materials and no;ttle teresa, not o ;

    quot;No. Not teresa.  o anyone? Not teresa.quot;

    An eclipse of t tar, t and Joe demon -- torm! Out of noo a sandstorm. Roxana, alone in ters close and mutters prayers, incantations.

    t s t of torms, ory figures emerge and merge, figures of demons or gods not necessarily tinent, ts banned daemonology.

    t acle; Aztec and toltec gods appear in giant forms. to have disappeared.

    ual is done, all clears; terior of t over tar cast dos face. Jo pick t t is couge has nearly killed him.

    Outside, all is calm noern, firm,