ernity. Enlivened by Isabelle’s presence t on muced, and yet it seemed to ts to ayed longer if ty broke up s of oto come, a round of promised invitations and damp kisses.

    arranged around  far off a girl loitered, uncertain o t clear ser.

    ‘Come on,“ Co er.

    ‘So soon? I t er, and Sybilla, surprised at ted kindness, beamed back.

    C  imes— by ing  in public  dare, and so he buckled under.

    nesses to ts t took place in t. For  of nesses t least not at first. But one does not o be a genius to deduce from later events ook place under t evening.

    It would his:

    Isabelle  for sending the men away.

    ‘My s tree!“ And s Roland to fetcoo, for a sem.

    ttled tc ground. In ted in t and  t and t. to drive ture from tacickled.

    Isabelle kneime alone  to get it, so be rid of her.

    So talk ree. “So when?”

    ‘I don’t really ted.

    ‘But you sook t it run over  it run over the lips of her companion.

    ‘t tickles,“ Sybilla murmured.

    Isabelle did it again. Sybilla smiled, eyes , and did not stop  leaf doention to ts. Sybilla emitted a semi-nasal giggle.

    o  and beyond, Sybilla opened her yes.

    ‘You’ve stopped,“ she complained.

    ‘I ,“ said Isabelle. ”It’s just t you can’t feel it tter?“

    Sybilla reclosed her eyes.

    From t ts o a distinctly c stir until to top of  sigil Isabelle replaced tender fingers.

    Isabelle’s s once leave t t  of a flicker, she drew her hand away.

    ‘