It was fascinating, Mater, and we got one real beauty.
Thirty-six carats, it"s a jolly great monster of a diamond! He set the box on her desk and when Twenty-man-Jones unlocked it he showed her the diamond as proudly as if he had mined it with his own hands.
It"s big, Centaine agreed, but the colour isn"t particularly good. There, hold it to the light. See, it"s as brown as whisky and soda, and even with the naked eye you can see the inclusions and flaws, those little black specks inside the stone and that tear through the middle. Shasa looked crestfallen that his stone was so denigrated and she laughed and turned to Twenty-man-Jones. Let"s show him some really good diamonds. Will you open the vault please, Dr Twenty-man-Jones? Twenty-man-jones pulled out the bunch of keys from the fob pocket of his waistcoat and led Shasa down the pa.s.sage to the steel grille door at the end. He opened it with his key and relocked it behind them before they went down the stairs to the underground vault. Even from Shasa he screened the lock with his body as he tumbled the combination and then used a second key before the thick green Chubb steel door swung ponderously aside and they went into the strongroom.
The industrial-grade stones are kept in these canisters., He touched them as he pa.s.sed. But we keep the high-grade stuff separately. He unlocked the smaller steel door set in the rear wall of the vault and selected five numbered brown paper packages from the crowded shelf.
These are our best stones. He handed them to Shasa as a mark of his trust, and then they went back again, opening and re-locking each door as they pa.s.sed through.
Centaine was waiting for them in her office, and when Shasa placed the packages in front of her she opened the first and gently spread the contents on her blotter.
Golly gee! Shasa goggled at the array of large stones glittering with a soapy sheen. They are gi-normous! Let"s ask Dr Twenty-man-jones to give us a dissertation, Centaine suggested, and hiding his gratification behind a sombre countenance, he picked up one of the gem stones.
Well, Master Shasa, here is a diamond in its natural crystalline formation, the octahedron of eight faces, count them. Here is another in a more complicated crystalline form, the dodecahedron of twelve faces, while these others are ma.s.sive and uncrystallized. See how rounded and amorphous they are. Diamonds come in many guises. He laid each in Shasa"s open palm, and not even his prim monotonous recital could dull the fascination of this shining treasure. The diamond has a perfect cleavage, or as we call it "grain", and can be split in all four directions, parallel to the octahedral crystal planes. That"s how the cutters cleave a stone before polishing, Centaine cut in. "During your next holidays I will take you to Amsterdam so you can see it done. This rather greasy sheen will disappear when the stones are cut and polished. TWentyman-jones took over again, resenting her intrusion. Then all their fire will be revealed as their very high refractive power captures the light within and dispersive powers separate it into the spectral colours. How much does this one weigh? "Forty-eight carats. Centaine consulted the recovery book.
But remember it may lose more than half its weight when it is cut and polished. Then how much will it be worth? Centaine glanced at Twenty-man-Jones.
A great deal of money, Master Shasa. Like the true lover of any beautiful object, gem or painting, horse or statue, he disliked placing a monetary value upon it, so he hedged and returned to his lecture. "Now I want you- to compare the colours of these stones,- Darkness fell outside the windows, but Centaine switched on the lights and they huddled over the small pile of stones for another hour, meeting question with answer and talking quietly and intently until at last Twenty-man-Jones swept the stones back into their packages and stood up.
"Thou hast been in Eden, the Garden of G.o.d," he quoted unexpectedly, ""every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz and diamond.... Thou wast upon the holy mountain of G.o.d; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire." He stopped and looked selfconscious. Forgive me. I don"t know what got into me. Ezekiel? Centaine asked, smiling fondly at him.
Chapter 28, verses thirteen and fourteen. He nodded, trying not to show how impressed he was by her knowledge.
I"ll put these away now. Dr Twenty-man-Jones, Shasa stopped him. You didn"t answer my question. How much are these stones worth? Are you referring to the entire package? He looked uncomfortable. Including the industrials and boart still in the strong room? Yes, sir, how much, sir? Well, if De Beers accepts them at the same prices as our last package they will fetch considerably in excess of a million pounds sterling, he replied sadly.
A million pounds, Shasa repeated, but Centaine saw in his expression that such a figure was incomprehensible to him, like the astronomical distances between stars that must be expressed in light years. He will learn, she thought, I will teach him.
Remember, Shasa, that is not all profit. From that sum we will have to pay all the expenses of the mine over the past months before we can figure a profit. And even from that we have to give the tax collectors their pound of bleeding flesh. She stood up behind the desk and then held out her hand to prevent Twenty-man-Jones leaving the room as an idea struck her.
As you know Shasa and I are going in to Windhoek this coming Friday. Shasa has to return to school at the end of next week. I will take the diamonds into the bank with me in the Daimler, Mrs Courtney! Twenty-man-jones was horrified. I couldn"t allow that. A million pounds worth, good Lord alive. It would be criminally irresponsible of me to agree. He broke off as be saw her expression alter; her mouth settled into that familiar stubborn shape and the lights of battle glinted in her eyes. He knew her so well, like his own daughter, and loved her as much, he realized that he had made the grievous error of challenging and forbidding her.
He knew what her reaction must be and he sought desperately to head her off.
I was thinking only of you, Mrs Courtney. A million pounds of diamonds would attract every scavenger and predator, every robber and foot-pad for a thousand miles around. It was not my intention to bruit it abroad. I will not broadcast it a thousand miles around, she said coldly.
The insurance, inspiration came to him at last, the insurance will not cover losses if the package is not sent in by armed convoy. Can you truly afford to take that chance a loss of a million pounds of revenue against a few days saved? He had hit upon the one argument that might stop her.
He saw her thinking about it carefully, a chance of losing a million pounds against a minimal loss of face, and he sighed silently with relief when she shrugged.
Oh, very well then, Dr Twenty-man-jones, have it your own way.
Lothar had carved the road to H"ani Mine through the desert with his own hands and sprinkled every mile of it with the sweat of his brow. But that had been twelve years before, and now his memory of it had grown hazy. Still he remembered half a dozen points along the road which might serve his purpose.
From the stage camp where he had intercepted Gerhard Fourie"s convoy they followed the rutted tracks south and west in the direction of Windhoek, travelling at night to save them from discovery by unexpected traffic on the road.
On the second morning, just as the sun was rising, Lothar reached one of the points he remembered and found it ideal.
Here the road ran parallel to the deep rocky bed of a dry river before looping down through the deep cutting that Lothar had excavated to cross the riverbed and climb out the far side through another cutting.
He dismounted and walked out along the edge of the high bank to study it carefully. They could trap the diamond truck in the gut of the cutting, and block it with rocks rolled down from the top of the bank. There was certain to be water under the sand in the riverbed for the horses while they waited for the truck to show up; they would need to keep in condition for the long hard journey ahead. The river-bed would hide them.
Then again this was the remotest stretch of the road, it would take days for the police officers to be alerted and then to reach the ambush spot. He could certainly expect to establish an early and convincing lead, even if they chose the risky alternative of following him into the hard unrelenting wilderness across which he would retreat.
This is where we will do it,he told Swart Hendrick.
They set up their primitive camp in the sheer bank of the river-bed at the point where the telegraph line took the short cut across the loop in the road. The copper wires were strung over the river-bed from a pole on the near bank that was out of sight of the road.
Lothar climbed the pole and clipped on his taps to the main telegraph line, then led his wires down the pole, tacking them to the timber to avoid casual discovery, and then to his listening post in the dug-out that Swart Hendrick had burrowed into the bank of the river.
The waiting was monotonous, and Lothar chafed at being tied to the earphones of the telegraph tap but he could not afford to miss the vital message when it was flashed from the H"ani Mine, the message which would give him the exact departure time of the diamond truck. So during the dreary hot hours of daylight he had to listen to all the mundane traffic of the mine"s daily business, and the distant operator"s skills on the keyboard were such that they taxed his ability to follow and translate the rapid fire of dots and dashes that echoed in his earphones. He scribbled them into his notebook and afterwards translated the groups and jotted in the words between the lines. This was a private telegraph line and therefore no effort had been made to encode the transmission, the traffic was in the clear.
During the day he was alone in the dugout. Swart Hendrick took Manfred and the horses out into the desert, ostensibly to hunt, but really to school and harden both the boy and the animals for the journey that lay ahead and to keep them out of sight of any traffic on the road.
For Lothar the long monotonous days were full of doubts and foreboding. There was so much that could go wrong, so many details that had to mesh perfectly to ensure success.
There were weak links, and Gerhard Fourie was the weakest of these. The whole plan hinged on the man, and he was a coward, a man easily distracted and discouraged.
Waiting is always the worst time, Lothar thought, and he remembered the fears that had a.s.sailed him on the eve of other battles and desperate endeavours. If you could just do it and have done with it, instead of having to sit out these dragging days. Suddenly the buzz of the call sign echoed in his earphones and he reached quickly for his notebook. The operator at the H"ani Mine began to transmit and Lothar"s pencil danced across the pages as he kept up with him. There was a curt double tap of acknowledgement from the Windhoek station as the message ended, and Lothar let the earphones drop around his neck as he translated the groups: For Pettifogger Prepare Juno"s private coach for inclusion in the Sunday night express mail-train to Cape Town Stop Juno arriving your end noon Sunday Ends Vingt Pettifogger was Abraham Abrahams. Centaine must have selected the code name when she was annoyed with him, while Vingt was a pun on TWentyman-jones name; the French connotation suggested Centaine"s influence again, but Lothar wondered who had selected Juno as Centaine Courtney"s code name and grimaced at how appropriate it was.
So Centaine was leaving for Cape Town in her private coach. Somehow he felt guilty relief that she would not be close at hand when it happened, as though distance might lessen the shock for her. To reach Windhoek comfortably by noon on Sunday, Centaine must leave the H"ani Mine early on Friday, he calculated quickly; that would bring her to the cutting here on the riverbank on Sat.u.r.day afternoon. Then he deducted a few hours from his estimate; she drove that Daimler like a demon.
He sat in the hot, stuffy little dugout and suddenly he felt an overwhelming desire to see her again, to have just a glimpse of her as she pa.s.sed. We can use it as a rehearsal for the diamond truck, he justified himself.
The Daimler came out of the shimmering distances like one of the whirling dust devils of the hot desert noons.
Lothar saw the dust column from ten miles or more and signalled Manfred and Swart Hendrick into their positions at the top of the cutting.
They had dug shallow trenches at the key points, scattering the disturbed earth and letting the dry breeze smooth and blend it with the surroundings. Then they had screened the positions with branches of thorn scrub until Lothar was satisfied that they were undetectable from further than a few paces.
The rocks with which they would block both ends of the cutting had been gathered laboriously from the river-bed and poised on the edge of the bank. Lothar had taken great care to make them seem natural, and yet a single slash with a knife across the rope that held the prop under the rock pile would send them tumbling down onto the narrow track at the bottom of the cutting.
This was a rehearsal, so none of them were wearing masks.
Lothar made one last hard scrutiny of the arrangements and then turned back to watch the swiftly approaching column of dust. It was already close enough for him to make out the tiny shape of the vehicle beneath it and hear the faint beat of its engine.
She shouldn"t drive like that, he thought angrily. She"ll kill herself. He broke off and shook his head ruefully. I"m acting like a doting husband, he realized. Let her break her d.a.m.ned neck, if that is what she wants. Yet the idea of her death gave him a painful pang, and he crossed his fingers to turn the chance away. Then he crouched down in his trench and watched her through the screen of thorn branches.
The stately vehicle rocked and bounced over the tracks as it swung onto the loop of the road. The engine beat strengthened as Centaine changed down and then accelerated out of the turn, using power to pull out of the incipient skid as the floury dust clutched at the front wheels. it was done with elan, he thought grudgingly, as she hit the gears again and bore down on the head of the cutting at speed.
Merciful G.o.d, is she going to take it at full bore? he wondered.
But at the last moment she cut the throttle and used the gearbox and the drag of the clinging dust to pull up at the top end of the cutting.
As she opened the door and stepped out onto the running-board with dust billowing around her, she was only twenty paces from where he lay, and he felt his heart banging against the earth. Can she still do this to me? he wondered at himself. I should hate her. She has cheated and humiliated me and she has spurned my son and denied him a mother"s love, and yet, and yet, He would not let the words form, and he tried deliberately to harden himself against her.
She"s not beautiful, he told himself, as he studied her face; but she was much more. She was vital and vibrant, and there was an aura about her. Juno, he recalled the code name the G.o.ddess. Powerful and dangerous, mercurial and unpredictable, but endlessly fascinating and infinitely desirable. She looked directly towards him for a moment and he felt the strength and resolve flow out of him at the touch of those dark eyes, but she had not seen him and she turned away.
We will walk down, cheri, she called to the young man who stepped out of the opposite side of the Daimler, to see if the crossing is safe. Shasa seemed to have grown inches in the short time since Lothar had last seen him. They left the vehicle and went side by side down the track below where Lothar lay.
Manfred was in his trench at the bottom end of the cutting. He also watched the pair come down the track. The woman meant nothing to him. She was his mother but he did not know that and there was no instinctive response within him. She had never given him suck or even held him in her arms. She was a stranger, and he glanced at her without any emotion, then turned all his attention to the youth at her side.
Shasa"s good looks offended him. He"s pretty as a girl, he thought, trying to scorn him, but he saw the new breadth to his rival"s shoulders and fine muscle in his brown arms where he had rolled his sleeves high.
I would like another bout with you, my friend. The almost forgotten sting and humiliation of Shasa"s left fist hurt again like a fresh wound, and he touched his own face with his fingertips, scowling at the memory. Next time I won"t let you do your little dance. And he thought about how hard it had been to touch that pretty face, the way it had swayed and dipped just beyond his reach and he felt the frustration anew.
The couple reached the foot of the cutting below where Manfred lay and stood talking quietly for a while, then Shasa trudged out into the wide river-bed. The roadway through the sand had been corduroyed with branches of acacia, but the wheels of heavy trucks had broken them up. Shasa rearranged them, stamping the jagged ends into the sand.
While he worked Centaine turned back to the Daimler.
There was a canvas water bag hanging on the bracket of the spare wheel and she unhooked it, raised it to her lips and took a mouthful. She gargled softly and then spat it into the dust. Then she slipped off the long white dust-jacket that protected her clothing and unb.u.t.toned her blouse. She soaked the yellow scarf and wiped the damp cloth down her throat and over her bosom, gasping with pleasure at the coolness on her skin.
Lothar wanted to turn his head away, but he could not; instead he stared at her. She wore nothing under the pale blue cotton blouse. The skin of her bosom was untouched by the sun, pale smooth and pearly as fine bone china. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were small, without any puckering and sagging, the tips pointed and still clear rose-coloured as those of a girl, not of a woman who had borne two sons. They bounced elastically as she drew the wet scarf over them and she looked down at them as she bathed the gleam of perspiration from them. Lothar moaned softly in his throat at the need of her that rose freshly and strongly from deep within him.
All set, Mater, Shasa called as he started back up the track, and quickly Centaine reb.u.t.toned the front of her blouse.
We"ve wasted enough time, she agreed and slipped back behind the wheel of the Daimler. As Shasa slammed his door she gunned the big motor down the track, kicking up sand and splinters of acacia in a spray from the back wheels as she crossed the river-bed and flew up the far bank. The rumble of the engine dwindled into the desert silence and Lothar found he was trembling.
None of them moved for many minutes. It was Swart Hendrick who rose to his feet first. He opened his mouth to speak and then saw the expression on Lothar"s face and remained silent. He scrambled down the bank and set off back towards the camp.
Lothar climbed down to the spot where the Daimler had stopped. He stood looking down at the damp earth where she had spat that mouthful of water. Her footprints were narrow and neat in the dust, and he felt a strong urge to stoop and touch them but suddenly Manfred spoke close behind him.
He is a boxer, he said, and it took Lothar a moment to realize that he was talking about Shasa. He looks a real sissy, but he can fight. You can"t hit him. He put up his fists and shadow-boxed, shuffling and dancing in the dust, imitating Shasa.
Let"s get back to the camp, out of sight, Lothar said, and Manfred dropped his guard and thrust his hands into his pockets. Neither of them spoke again until they reached the dugout.
Can you box, Pa? Manfred asked. Can you teach me to box? Lothar smiled and shook his head. I always found it easier to kick a man between his legs, he said. And then hit him with a bottle or a gun b.u.t.t. I would like to learn to box, Manfred said. Someday I will learn. Perhaps the idea had been germinating there all along but suddenly it was a firm declaration. His father smiled indulgently and clapped him on the shoulder.
Get out the flour bag, he said. And I will teach you to bake soda bread instead.
Oh, Abe, you know how much I detest these soirees! Centaine exclaimed irritably. Crowded rooms filled with tobacco smoke, exchanging inanities with strangers. This man could be very valuable to know, Centaine. I will go further than that, he could be the most valuable friend you"ll ever make in this territory. Centaine pulled a face. Abe was right, of course. The administrator was in fact the governor of the territory with wide executive powers. He was appointed by the Government of the Union of South Africa under the powers of mandate conferred on it by the Treaty of Versailles.
I expect he is another pompous old bore, just like his predecessor was. I haven"t met him, Abe admitted. He only arrived in Windhoek to take up his appointment within the last few days and will not be sworn in until the first of next month, but our new concessions in the Tsumeb area are on his desk at this moment, awaiting his signature. He saw her eyes shift and he pressed the advantage. "Two thousand square miles of exclusive prospecting rights worth a few hours of boredom? But she wouldn"t give in that easily, and she counterattacked. We are due to hook onto the express that leaves this evening. Shasa must be back at Bishops on Wednesday morning. Centaine stood up and paced the saloon of her coach, stopping to rearrange the roses in the vase above her desk so she did not have to look at him as he deflected her thrust.
The next express leaves Tuesday evening. I have made arrangements for your coach to hook on. Master Shasa can leave on this evening"s express, I have booked a coupe for him. Sir Garry and his wife are still at Weltevreden, they would meet him at Cape Town station. It needs only a telegraph to arrange it. Abraham smiled across the saloon at Shasa. I"m sure, young man, you can make the journey without anyone to hold your hand? Abe was a cunning little devil, Centaine conceded, as Shasa rushed indignantly to take up the challenge.
Of course I can, Mater. You stay here. it"s important to meet the new administrator. I can get home on my own.
Anna will help me pack for school. Centaine threw up her hands. "if I die of boredom, Abe, let it be on your conscience for as long as you live! She had at first planned to wear her full suite of diamonds, but decided against it at the last moment. After all, it"s only a little provincial reception, with fat farmers wives and petty civil servants. Besides, I don"t want to blind the poor old dear. So she settled for a yellow silk evening dress by Coco Chanel. She had worn it before, but in Cape Town, so it was unlikely anybody here had seen it.
It was expensive enough to bear two wairings, she consoled herself. Too good for them, anyway. She settled on a pair of solitaire diamond ear studs, not too large to be ostentatious, but around her neck she wore the huge yellow diamond the colour of champagne on a platinum chain. It drew attention to her small pointed b.r.e.a.s.t.s; she liked the effect.
Her hair was a worry, as always. It was full of electricity from the dry desert air. She wished Anna was here, for she was the only one who could manage that l.u.s.trous unruly bush. In despair she tried to make a virtue of its disorder, deliberately fluffing it out into a halo and holding it up with a velvet band around her forehead.
That"s enough fuss. She didn"t feel like a party at all.
Shasa had left on the mail train as Abe had planned and already she was missing him keenly. on top of that she was anxious to get back to Weltevreden herself and resented having to stay over.
Abe called for her an hour after the time stipulated on the invitation card that was embossed with the administrator"s coat of arms. During the drive Rachel, Abe"s wife, regaled them with an account of her recent domestic triumphs and tragedies, including a detailed report of her youngest offsprings "bowel movements.
The administrative building, the Ink Palace, had been designed by the German colonial administration in heavy Gothic imperial style; when Centaine swept a glance around the ballroom, she saw that the company was no better than she had expected. It comprised mainly senior civil servants, heads and deputy heads of departments with their wives, the officers of the local garrison and police force, together with all the town"s prominent businessmen and the big landowners who lived close enough to Windhoek to respond to the invitation.
Amongst them were a number of Centaine"s own people, all the managers and under-managers of the Courtney Finance and Mining Company.
Abe had provided her with an up-to-date bulletin so that as each came forward diffidently to present their spouses, Centaine was able to make some gracious personal comment which had them glowing and grinning with gratification. Abe stood by to make sure that none of them imposed upon her, and after the appropriate interval gave her the excuse to escape.
I think we should pay our respects to the new administrator, Mrs Courtney. He took her arm and led her towards the reception line.
I have been able to get a few facts about him. He is a Lieutenant-Colonel Blaine Malcomess and commanded a battalion of the Natal Mounted Rifles. He had a good war and ended with a bar to his Military Cross. In private life he is a lawyer, and- The police band was belting out a Strauss waltz with zeal and gusto and the dance floor was already crowded. As they came up to the tail of the reception line, Centaine saw with satisfaction that they would be the last to be presented.
Centaine was paying little attention to their host at the head of the line as she moved along on Abe"s arm, leaning across him to listen to Rachel on his other arm who was giving her a family recipe for chicken soup but at the same time Centaine was trying to decide just how early she could make her escape.
Abruptly she realized that they had reached the head of the line, the very last to do so, and that the administrator"s A.D.C. was announcing them to their host.
Mr and Mrs Abraham Abrahams and Mrs Centaine de Thiry Courtney. She looked up at the man who stood before her and involuntarily she dug her fingernails into the soft inside of Abraham Abrahams elbow with such force that he winced. She did not notice it, for she was staring at Colonel Blaine Malcomess.
He was tall and lean, and he stood well over six feet. His bearing was relaxed without any military stiffness and yet he seemed to be balanced on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet as though he could explode into movement at any moment.
Mrs Courtney, he offered her his hand, I am delighted you were able to come. You were the one person I particularly wanted to meet. His voice was a clear tenor, with a faint lilt to it that might have been Welsh. An educated and cultivated voice, with modulations which lifted a little electric rash of pleasure on her forearms and at the nape of her neck.
She took his hand. The skin was dry and warm, and she could feel the restrained strength of his fingers as they pressed hers gently. "He could crush my hand like an eggsh.e.l.l, she thought, and the idea gave her a delicious little chill of apprehension. She studied his face.
His features were large, the bones of his jaw and cheek and forehead seemed weighty and ma.s.sive as stone. His nose was big with a Roman bridge to it, his brow was beetling and his mouth was big and mobile. He reminded her strongly of a younger more handsome Abraham Lincoln. He isn"t yet forty, she estimated, so young for the rank and the job.
Then she realized with a start that she was still holding his hand, and that she had not replied to his greeting. He was leaning over her, studying her as openly and intently as she was him, and Abe and Rachel were looking from one to the other of them with interest and amus.e.m.e.nt. Centaine had to shake her hand lightly to free it from his grip, and to her horror she felt the hot rush of blood up her throat into her cheeks.
I"m blushing! It was something she had not done in years.
I have been fortunate enough to be a.s.sociated with your family before this, Blaine Malcomess told her, His teeth also were large and square and very white. His mouth was wide, even wider when he smiled. A little shakily she smiled back.
Have you? She realized that it wasn"t the most sparkling conversational gambit, but her wits seemed to have deserted her. She was standing there like a school-girl, blushing and gawking at him. His eyes were a most startling shade of green. They distracted her.
I served under General Sean Courtney in France, he told her, still smiling. Somebody had cut his hair too short at the temples, it made his large ears stick out. That irritated her, and yet the sticking-out ears made him endearing and appealing.
He was a fine gentleman, Blaine Malcomess went on.
Yes, he was, she replied and upbraided herself, Say something witty, something intelligent, he"ll think you a clod. He was wearing dress uniform, dark blue and gold with a double row of medal ribbons. Since girlhood uniforms had always affected her.
I heard that you were at General Courtney"s headquarters in Arras for a few weeks in 1917. I was still in the line then; I didn"t go on his staff until the end of that year. She took a deep breath to steady herself and at last managed to get control again. What turbulent days those were, with the universe crashing in ruins about us, she said, her voice low and husky, her French accent emphasized a little, and she thought, What is this? What"s happening to you, Centaine? This is not the way it is supposed to be.
Remember Michael and Shasa. Give this man a friendly nod and pa.s.s on. It seems that I have performed my duties for the moment, Blaine Malcomess glanced at his A.D.C. for confirmation and then turned back to Centaine. May I have the honour of this waltz, Mrs Courtney? He offered his arm, and without a moment"s hesitation she laid her fingers lightly in the crook of his elbow.
The other dancers veered away, leaving them an open s.p.a.ce as they walked out side by side onto the floor. She turned to face Blaine and stepped into the circle of his arm.
He didn"t have to move, merely the way he held her told her that he would be a marvelous dancer. Immediately she felt light and dainty and fleet of foot, and she arched her back and leaned out against the circle of his arm while his lower body seemed to meld with hers.
He took her on one spinning whirling circuit of the floor, and when she matched his every move feather light and swift, he began a complicated series of dips and counter-turns, and she followed him without conscious effort, seeming to skim the ground, yet totally under his control, responding to his every whim.
When at last the music ended with a crashing chord and the musicians fell back in their seats sweating and panting, Centaine felt unreasonable resentment towards them. They had not played long enough.