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I lowered the phone and met Hickey’s eye. ‘How much do you need?’ “Won’t you tell me,” she asked finally, “what’s happened? Not because… because I want to pry into your affairs. But because I’m so scared for you!” He extricated himself from Winifred’s grip and went over to get himself a cigarette. One explanation for why he always looked so stylish was that his clothes suited him so well. But it was more than that. He wore clothes that couldn’t be bought in Iceland. Everything fit together to make him the top dog — at swimming lessons, at school, wherever he went. “You won’t tell her, will you?” Ross gave a small, grateful nod, and scrubbed at his eyes.“There’s a ledge overlooking the valley just past the house. Jess’s ledge, we called it. Many were the eves she and I would go there to watch the sunset, even in winter. Sometimes she would sing. Every night since she left, even in rain and snow, I’ve gone there to say a prayer toward the north. She promised me she would be safe . . .” His voice died away, choked with emotion. “The field overseers carry clubs and whips,” the superintendent explained with an amused expression. “But they also have lovely tin horns. One blast of the horn and my pharaohs fly down on the wind. Most have clubs and swords. Those riders are my elite guard. They are much less merciful than me,” he declared with another of his hideous laughs. He continued as he led them back outside. “Some enjoy their own particular instruments. One has a net and trident. I saw him pierce a man at forty yards with that forked spear. Lord, what a mess. What the dogs didn’t finish we gave to the pigs,” he chuckled, then quickly sobered. “Leave this stable or work crew without permission, and you become fair game.” ‘Common knowledge,’ I repeated in wonderment. The things that came out of his mouth. As the old Susquehannock plucked the leeches from Duncan’s torso, he saw now that the old man had not been praying, but simply singing as he worked on a heavy clamshell with a small blade. He was making an intricate image of two small children flanked by a man and a woman. Beside him on the altar were more than a dozen other such shells, each inscribed with a scene of tribal life. On one, men were dragging a massive fish out of the water; on another, what may have been a hummingbird hovered over a man and woman. A European ship was surrounded by canoes on a shell, while on one more a crude fortress was fired on by cannons. Duncan struggled to keep his frustration in check.“I need to see Woolford.” So you admit it, finally. I am a foreign bastard, just as I suspected. “No,” I said. “I think that little talk you had with Coco settled it all.” This eternalno, as a natural effect of divine wrath, leads Misia to surround herself with nothing but rubbish, with ghastly little trinkets, with dubious people, who are indecisive even where their sex is concerned. All she likes is mother-of-pearl; a nostalgia for vases probably. Luxury for her is the opposite of luxury. For Misia, it’s the flea market. Do you think our friendship will be just as strong even though we said some nasty things last night? ‘Do, please, yes,’ I said to his offer to book me a taxi.Tocka tocka.‘Five minutes?’ I checked my watch and only then registered that it was still set to Eastern Standard Time. ‘Perfect. I’ll be waiting outside.’ ‘Thank you,’ I added as the sheer gravity of the episode began to sink in. I had almost fallen and there was so very far to fall. M. Deauville had plucked me from the jaws of Hell. Again. Relief was followed by euphoria. ‘Thank you, M. Deauville. Thank you so—’ but he had already hung up..