rregular intervals, and eacime I , until topped me and I paused, ing for a neer it in t a quarter of an  at t time I found myself back at t the house. I had come—or been led—full circle.

    tes arted again.

    Instead of going in, I sat on ted my ap on my back, my neck, my hair.

    It began to seem a fooliso  ter sometantial, and I managed to persuade myself, almost, t I  tion of my oion. ts turned in otions. I  about Angelfield and fro, and t made me t, tograpaken of  in a blur of ion to telep day, but it ion; no one can o a decision made in t.

    And t me an alarm.

    A presence.  my side.

    I jerked up and looked around.

    total. to see. Everyt oak, o t c.

    Not Miss inter. Not  at time of night.

    then who?

    I felt it before I felt it. touc my side—the here and gone again—

    It , Shadow.

    Again  my ribs, and a meoardily, to announce  my roked  attempted to find a r purred.

    ‘You’re all ,“ I told ’s no nigo be out.

    o my room, licked ooget ’s protection—my dreams kept well away.

    t day er my regular intervieook myself for a ried in t of early afternoon to retrace taken by dead of nigo t after t I lost my track. My memory of stepping across t  soil of a floinely raked and in order. Still, I made a feook myself on a rouge t mig not  at least, my nigime stroll.

    I sa of t t t I came across Maurice, and for once o me. ion of craigting rig me come onto turned back to his work.

    I returned to