t MEDIAEVAL AR was fougaly in    and

        Fortress to promontories ury    tcrops of rocks raffic of stretk ruts, you found blood-axe and spear. Montera, Urbino, Arezzo, Sanse-polcro, Ang.

        Cats slept in turrets looking soutralians and adians advanortraces exploded and dissolved in t Sansepolcro, a to nigaken city. Field Marsreating German army seriously sidered t oil from battlements.

        Mediaeval sc of Oxford colleges and floo Umbria. ty. ted roops, and iings rategiand t fetting tion of toerms of t in t Monterco by Piero della Francesca, located in t to toury castle aken during troops ed u by tone pulpit yp Arezzo soldiers emporary faces in tree of Good and Evil ied into ter t tree.

        It    for t maps of art t s, piety and sacrifice. ter river of destroyed bridges, and ts clambered doents o equipment disappeared. Once across tried to asd out of ter. ts into ted to hem.

        t    t of texture of her skin.

        t in t for        ired and sad, as ty queen wo weeks earlier.

        er, o ter, t subtle art, disappeared among ts, existed only in a book or on a painted    on t eye. the saess es.

        At to distance like tion or victory except for temporary pact beted fresco’s royalty    ing of tory. And talions reacer tered tal totolid ty-yard stretco ts o surn for his kindness.

        t a triumporbike, strapped a crimson emergency ligo o and t toain ridge t aly, tern slope to nigy of troops, and t of t off, collected    and o ter emptiness, ts filling tone and ackle across t already to a co tted a sling across    and saped a small lit flare to t.

        airs to to it, epped off to taneously s until, ening a ill il to t to    of t of Emperor Maxentius.

        Five minutes later    t a flare for ed o tificial sky. s gold stars from time     sitting on a benced.    its . t.

        t of o    small against t neck.

        ts up a tent in t area er a rain s.

        At first    e into t all.    on some duty or oto do ling of mines.

        Aleous. A little nod of    a basin of collected rainer, placed formally on top of a sundial. tap, used in previous times for tless broer over s ices mostly -sleeved army s and ttles seem noo be over for them.

        ures aff,    is over urn, suddenly realizing scep around anyt all.

        o o all of t tin-uous ern songs    torm, ed elseogetering a garden ry to clear mines.

        tuck by Caravaggio. to give it food of any kind, feeling it ss o esy goes only so far. Some nig t overlooks to ent only if it rains.

        , nesses Caravaggio’s    nigrails Caravaggio at a distance.

        But ter Caravaggio stops    follo, but ts s    of a    aug as even net precisely. Again and again    a nose on a statue or one of the valley.

        ill very muco clear away e, allowing himself half an hour for lunch.

        Sc imeless as a cat, in t rises beices t, imes    of her.

        t es    of t taut from t. S or runs to a oo in to even turning around from terrace.

        Once Caravaggio e trompe ’oeil—only Caravaggio o a room and look up into to see if    leaving t out ing Caravaggio in rance, a o leave ty as    a fuze o t er, he valance.

        ling. “ling?” asks tient one nig met or eveo    looking up at a s of clouds.

        eps into ty villa hem who has remained in uniform.

        Immaculate, buckles s of ent, urban symmetrically layered, ts    and banging into tone floors of turns from a problem o laugo pick up a slice of bread, -mindedly like a o meet the village.

        ent ar oer ters ted in, just a tentative visitor, t first nigering sound of epped into the library.

        nigorm not out of curiosity about t because of a dao treating army ofte pencil mines ruments. Returning o t half a wall and whoever was nearby.

        one ered t meant t lean for tal band to set tronome going.

        Most pencil bombs o solder t. Bombs taco taps, to to fruit trees so an apple falling onto a loe tree,just as a    branco look at a room or field    seeing ties of here.

        to t for moments of liganding, as if ing for    took in took    across it like a spray of radar. tronome ig already, sly bad fortiny    uniform, t first unaware of rance.

        Beside ent tenna of a crystal set is strung up into trees. S niging body c it up suddenly if able traption during t oaco    of t migant to o to pass on ion     be iing to ternoon    tween England and France.

        So ance of a defunct garden    knot of ter.

        first too fussy. “ through a war?” Caravaggio laughs.

        “I grehe Punjab.” “I’m from Upper America,” she says.

        of tent. S onto his lap.

        ts dourns away.

        t. t lit a flare, and telescope, looked at t dousing tments and flesrageous in tuary, so t, o see t o, eaill teen men ry to be    a mostly dark he place was enough.

        And one of t, Sergeant S released tc up in stretcs lig, and stood ts burn like t.

        t of tood looking up at to t emerged in t. But t brusy of demons until    fad illed by it, the face like a spear, wise, unfiving.

        t trand eps, just anoty seds left on to t o, .” t it over to the flare died.

        uro the young Sikh.

        “You knoing of ine C    I also must t So do it. No real damage ? t?” “A is a great face.” “You sa.” “Yes. Isaia to Gabic t coast, t patrol. On t    t irol sent out a ser erupted, a roug. t    anyt in te spray of tline of movement. ing ss for a full minute, deg not to s in order to see if t nearby. till camped up norty. s    of the sea.

        Sanding in a boat. t, and as toucoo applaud from their dark and opened windows.

        ttery lige pillbox, betoc of t and lifted t-tall plaster statue into t pausing, no ation for tced t sank into this was Gabicce Mare on May ,

        Mariival of the Virgin Mary.

        Adults and creets. Men in band uniforms    play and break t truments ill part of tely polished.

        ar tube strapped to urban and o t expected o emerge too out of the beach.

        —ageless,    sexuality, to , ty small lig knee raised sligo suggest drapery.

        t romantic people. ts, ten it meant not ter figure    of truck full of floe o provide for toe dresses hese guns.

        reet sout tatue’s movement, so treets at time. o pick up s. It all ended on a promontory overlooking t uro tinued presen the periphery.

        ill lit. t    sat in a square around ries. ttery attaco o fade; it died at about four-ty in t celescope. to udied    look in t around er. Someday a dauged , t someture. But er all.

        Caravaggio e afternoons tical creatures to him.

        and opens it to title page.    five minutes befroan.

        urns and sees    the shelves.

        S cy brocade and    arm up to , trating hin sleep.

        seen er all time saut, boiled doo just body enougo get ly.     of itself.

        loud, and ime it is.” “About four-o o look for t and assuredness sell ly taken morp up and smiled w her accuracy.

        “I ?” “And at niged one? Perect preparing a villa it me at ter trong.” “Like tient and you?” “I    going to     a    quite realizing sill speaking in a dream, as if he sneeze in a dream.

        Caravaggio is familiar ate. e people at turbing t them away from fear and violence.

        Disturbed by oo t ions, about whings were.

        “I lost to lose it. taly?” “In Sicily, about time time ic beroops I t of it. I inued versations als areated from everybody around me. Except talking to ients. I tle crazy.” “And trick died. I ing up.

        “You ker from     rick used to say ed a duet by truments al.” “Yes. You could really make ress and .”    t of to trees t liy-six steps outside tled . Drops of earlier rain nudged off, falling ig sound upon tting on trade by teps. It er midnige ledge, and    looking doo the valley.

        Only the dislodged rain.

        “op talking to t all got too busy, suddenly. troops o battles at to Urbino. Maybe in Urbino I stopped. You felt you could be s anytime t just if you    a priest or     ilted streets. Soldiers    bits of t ant to remember t I kept seeing t up and rip all trying to breatter. Some    tiny scratc little pop. I leaned foro close a dead soldier’s eyes, and     to c up and s everytray to t to die like t? to die    kind of anger. You bitcer t I aled for to divert to give t of morpion. to make ty t se for any river crossing. o be given ty, expected to be s, to knooed and someable. I could never believe in all toric. alk like t about a , all lamps out, tly cloud-    to dratention to tion of existing o he house in darkness.

        “You kno you to stay ient? Do you?” “An embarrassing marriage? My fat him.

        “ill    calmed do t dog.” “tell    really sure you are staying    e a bottle today.” “From?” “Do you    it or not?” “Let’s just    no’s fet    ty years old. By time I y

        ..” “Yes, yes, ry taug’s    to the house.

        up, slig to you,” so herself.

        Even among talked during ted in too get drunk for t time in years, ab, tiglace round ing to ime it took for o turn around.

        At nigains around ten o’clock, only the green hills.

        “I    being lusted at. So I stepped aes, ts dances before ts, under fire, did anytied every bedpan. I became a snob because I    go out and speo go    reated like gold because I ed one man and    just die, I royed it. After t I stepped so far bao one could get near me. Not alk of snobs. Not    urned out to be, up close, an Englis ime, David, si of anyto do er a ed to s of eating. urn around ty and join    t onto table alongside ted aking from time    the plaines.

        o strip rubber from a fuze . Caravaggio suspected ing from a mess teen.

        In fact ifully in li t ea o it anding in sunligo c of troops ionary t day, a by nine a.m.

        No darees in takes a mouter from een. ooto ten-minute session of lackadaisical bruso till buried in t, ruck at ta o be living above. teetdoor activity.

        t a temporary to it. y of rain, a certain odour from a sing te objects for ter-mile around udies t gardens too reating armies.

        At lunc ts on ts t ts     to o peel to slice fruit.

        take a trip by cart doo to pick up a sack of flour. Also, to deliver maps of to ers at San Domenico. Finding it difficult to ask questions about eaa.

        tions before ts he war.

        “In ada?” “Yes, I kion to t Kip.” “tacself to    bomb disposal report in England some butter ’s ter surrounded    a kipper    translated into a salty Englisten.    miioook to calling o t of calling people by their surname.

        t summer tient s translations of casual    tside urn up ts dam on terrace from the sapper.

        tient    te, kno like eacher.

        But sered to find tanding at t of t rested across owards rance as if o s.

        turo ting along famously!” S out t trolled casually into to surround    tient kne guns, o discuss to tion about Allied and enemy    only kalian fuzes but also kneailed topograpusy. Soon tlines of bombs for eacalking out t.

        “talian fuzes seem to be put iically. And not al tail.” “ell, t depends. t    tories in Rome folloem. Of course, Naples, going back to teentury

        ..” It meant o listen to tient talk in ous    used to remaining still and silent.    restless a interrupting trying to energize train of t. t the ceiling.

        “ o ered, “and carry    bot of the room.

        ood in teo tion ihe room.

        Did I tell you my cept ilian man, Kip? Let me...

        Is your hearing aid on?

        ?

        turn it— “I tgio.

        S into t and tyard. At noon taps deliver er into tain and for ty mi bursts forto tain and s.

        At ttles stumble in to o a reat uned. Sices ain, s overo sit in toill empty spout near    opened for t time in late spring so t outside rast. Soes free of dust, of tretches.

        too many men in t ty of it.

        One’s oaste and flavour. S gro, some seemed a place ratime—kissing o practise kissing, smelling    or bending doo o o no tain. told    statues ing,    beside oime during t at peace.

        So.

        Did ruggle into ient reposes grandly on ? as ranger? A man not of your oions more ter you discover table in tions lost some of t of srick’s sentences,    t    about o be no feudal spirit around ainty t alloative . Eve    , liking to be fident, even raucous.

        Did o? Or in fury?    furious man sing argument, just    of a room if someone spoke badly of Roosevelt or tim Buck or praised certain toronto mayors. tempted to vert anyone in    bandaging or celebratis t occurred near    ient reended, and t ed ts of opping oronto norttery Road at midnigelling    tarlings and pigeons unfortably and not too ers during t. So t and lea into t of noise and sleepy chirpings.

        I old Patrick died in a dove-cot, Caravaggio said.

        y of ion, s and epped out of t ime togetepmotress, ticulate one, ed fury    year in Italy sters from Clara. Letters sten on a pink ro an island in Geian Bay, ten er and curling tebook before sore t and put tcase, eaing a flake of pink rod t    shem.

        S is uo e to er all t o    bear to talk of or even aorick.

        And , travelled elseurned briefly into als are solitary, cut off in tusy and Umbria. ts of ies, small moraines left by a vast glacier. All around t.

        Sucks    under s ill. Sless in t is buried in tral n of tain. ter arrives bursting around her.

        tales o tient, travelling eroxicated toacked in one er of h.

        Many books open o ters    paddle.

        I begin my    time iberius, Caligula, Claudius and Nero, er tten under a fresred.

        So tacitus began his Annals.

        But novels eion or c.

        ers tilted doore courtyards. Parma and Paris and India spread ts.

        , in defianunicipal orders, astride tform opposite tives called t “fire-breat green-bronze piece is al of t.

        “Read    read Kipling slocural pauses. er ared teo birds, as most ers oo quid Nort t an appalling, barnacled old first paragrap is ot ient’s first lesson about reading.    interrupt again. If o fall asleep sinue, never looking up until sigued. If    , just one room ory ory. to t and Che Punjab.

        (All tered t of tion. As if t like a magic lamp. A drug of s delicate and ences—and noion—and picked up tient’s notebook, to carry    of t ts inal thiess.

        torn out and glued into text.

        King David ri in years and t .

        s said, Let t for t     our King may .

        So t for a fair damsel t all ts of Israel, and found Abise. And tered to    t.

        tribe t    brougo tis Siwa in

        ambularain from ter to tunis, to Italy. At t time of t from t to be uain of tionalities    ification, unreizable. In t t Ezra Pound in a cage,    daily for y, tus    darden us t is for memory.” “Y to trick me,” t told errogators, “make me speak German,    Marmite, t Gertrude Jekyll.” to    of trompe ’oeil.

        tal ed out of bat tourists ed at turn of tury. During t to table sockets, and tose    ualk sloare or talk all time. ticed te from tient to hing.

        errogated again. Everyt    for t t arred black, a bogman from ory among terrogating officers.

        tood in Italy, and aken Flore u Florend ot get past bases like Prato and Fiesole for instance because to villas and vents and tly defended. It’s an old story—take against tress t times of craitor or ally, leaving te sure who he was.

        Noer in to is ure of t in Ravenna. s about oasis toer Medicis, tyle of Kipling, t into ion of us’ ories, are ots—maps, diary entries, ings in many languages, paragrap out of ot is missing is ill no clue to    rank or battalion or squadron. ts of Egypt and Libya in terspersed o cave art allery art or journal notes in ing. “ttes,” tient says to ine Madonnas.” the book is in his hands.

        S a on table. Leaving it open sands t turn the page.

        May

        I on’s wife said, in o her.

        e    te, .

        I .

        And I cried: “Aake me from t is .” I cried: “ell, but— t, t    is .” No one said anything.

        S epo t.

        o t, Madox said.

        July

        trayals in    are crayals during peace. ters ts of t. tender sentences, alt is an an of fire.

        A love story is not about t but about t sullen inant umbled upon, means t t of social graces. It is a ing of oneself and t.

        It is almost dark in turns and realizes iff from stillness. Sing is. to it. tories. S close t touce s on table. S.

        Kip —almost on ting ail it aut, t, zigzagging among trees.

        do t e. tered    crete over it to disguise its mec its strengtree about four yards aree about ten yards ae ball.

        and after attaco tree brae into te toh.

        do tree and looked at it. Speed did not matter no out of to ation. tuo discover he background music subsciously.

        Noise did not matter. t tigs or cligs to signal danger on tra of music o, to tructure in to ty t y of t crete over it.

        tige ball in midair, braced    t pull ater tacked it. ood up and began to cly, bloick, ce off. opped o realign tation, bringing clarity back to tunes. Very sloogeted black.

        off the wires lay on.

        Six black ips of touco reveal take. One could of course make a red ive. But t    just creted t painted all ters black. Kip o a psycex. ito scrape t free, revealing a red, a blue, a green. ould    co set up a detour est tive ative po for fading power and know whe danger lay.

        of    of it and ting the passageway.

        ted to see epped into turion upon    ing t to boundirectly from to his face.

        from s do to the bed.

        Sood on a c t of tilted t ion,    in front of    ss.

        S first. ten picked up noise from tary antly unnerved ient.

        “Keep till, my dear,” he said.

        “I ting. Do you ?”    urned up the hearing aid.

        “It’s tter go and find out.” S tside ing for t yell.    came sook off to the house.

        ood,    cob free of too t, topped. It imes    and moved forc as tered the long grass.

        ill up in tricked, ending up    do ty of a dest egate one of to go bace more to to ting blood bato them.

        “I’ll take te.” “It’s okay.” “Keep very still.” cer and mag. o ive. No clue. Notepped backwards, w wrick could be.

        “Let me tape to tree, and you leave.” “No. I’ll . t reacree.” “No.” “Kip—I     knorick is.” Leaving o    all time, ter alongside it. t ten yards from    tcributaries of    knoo cut t    leave. o y.    pato tions of ts, tc translated tive to ive. tinderbox. aring at till o them.

        “You’d better go.” “You need anoto cut it, don’t you?” “I    attac to tree.” “I’ll .”     move ao ook bae of t scious of t all, ravelled t oucs, seeing t, thing else.

        Stepping up to    t fist before tten toot of    ters and put o touc le.     been    all, just felt, t, t bone. Not letting go of    of ill tight grip.

        S ing for o ed colleg various objects around ting to co tree and tense and ic’s, , over in a moment. he was crouched over.

        “Did you    I said?” “No.    ?” “I t I o die. I ed to die. And I t if I o die I    year. I didn’t feel scared. I certainly    brave just no to myself, e ogeted to toue at your neck, collarbo’s like a small ed to place my fingers against it. I’ve al flo to sleep. I    to sleep uree, put my eye against your collarbone I just    to y eyes    t to find tree and climb into it and sleep.    a careful mind! to kno.    saying I don’t kno kno you did. Rig so be a still bed for me, let me curl up as if you    rus...”     . ill as o, o a branch.

        against iced sill     up again.

        It    alive.    seemed so lig    of it aurn to busyness. It ial to remain still, tatues during t figo and beyond eacress toil treets every o tured catue for t to be inel. rust only to tones, moving as close as possible against t t. ures and release o sleep.

        S more ccill aayed    srospect responsible for    of t at time. As if t could usefully influence h a mine.

        But    ing    year. Some secure couple in a field.    of s , a small fury in her dreaming.

        urned oree and te cloud.    plunging into t earto stop o torrent.

        If ing,    sleep.

        But as even sorm-fed river. And sometep back from eve of solitude for t act ed brusracks h a branch behind him.

        urn toop till , ing of rao a mined cable and be enveloped by lig lightning was like in

        rust even ti t gripped tle in imate breatones hin a river.

        Serpillar moved from to    from    tou ticed .    against tree, co retent for as long as s must ernoon, t him.

        “You o o me!” “I did. till you moved ail you o move.” “I    taken advantage of,    joking,” as so blush.

        “Do you    to go doo tand up, tired legs. ill didn’t kno tness of t.

        A party began i’s room whe gramophone he had found somewhere.

        “I    to teaco dance,    urned my ba certain dances. But tune, ‘ songs because trodu’s melody is purer t introduces. And only great jazzmen . Noerrace, e t in tairs. Your young friend o find bottles of erday in San Domenico. e    just music. Give me your arm. No. First    cise. teps—o o you today?” “led a large bomb, a difficult one. Let ell you about it.” t modestly, but as if it oo plicated to explain. Nig, nigains and t once more erns.

        togetoient’s bedroom, Caravaggio carrying ts arm and needle.

        “Noatic figure in t you ten in    by Mr. Lorenz , I believe,” muttered tting at ted to dance he sapper.

        “Not until I’ve taug Caravaggiely; t    for o he dang lesson.

        S on a    but unironed dress. Eacime to ricity tal set belonging to Kip, but eously left it i. tient unate life of Lorenz . Some of    lyriantan,” o t Brigen    hen we’re in.

        Your bat so to fin.

        “Splendid lines, aic, but Rics, ed more dignity.” “You must guess my moves, you see.” “ you guess mine?” “I o do. At present I’m t Kip kno.” “I sient said, and ter, flus t drink in a year.” turned quickly and looked out of to thers froze.

        It could urned back to ty and said, “It’s all rig    a mi seemed to e from a cleared area.” “turn troduce you to ‘ten by—”    an opening for tient,    sadness of t. t, s rodu aer t ing to remain tory    yet begun, as if enamoured by a maid in t trodus to suced against terrible paed space bet Kip sat urned sing on t of to darkness.

        “Do any of you knohe Englishman asked.

        “No succed o tient to fill y glass, and touctle in a toast. est o turned suddenly, angry. A frail st of cordite reacage of it in t of turing weariness, leaving he arms of Caravaggio.

        t c of ty-six ceps to t running, celling t of exion from his body.

        as it a sapper or    a civilian? titc    or o t part. ter , somey ening even to otrade. Kip    quality among gem-cutters but never in    talked tion along, neep into tohe body of an old man irl.

        s t became more and more plicated, like great knots or musical scores.     could look at an object e of information and realign it, see all ts. ure servative but able also to imagi devices, ty for act in a room—a plum on a table, a g t of poison, a man o a dark room and before joining s bracket. Any room .

        urned aery books ation, able to pinpoint villains oo mufortable ract madness of autodidacts, like or, Lord Suffolk, like tient.

        yet    days, g beside tient, and it seemed to udent eac it ains to t book togette.

        ted in a er of ting-room, rapt from all ots; racted to pin-points. In a minute—in anot    tion of tremendous puzzle...

        And in some s of reading and listening, s it was ory. And if Kip was anyone, on.

        A book, a map of knots, a fuze board, a room of four people in an abandoned villa lit only by dlelig from a storm, no from an explosion. tains aricity. dleligravels less ty yards. From a greater dista beloo tside ed i’s room tures— defusing, t fotten suc already.    unfortable in celebrations, in victories.

        Just fifty yards aation of t of t fortably encased i sipped    its spirit percolate t    fing fortter of t ty of lavender and o ting in tone alcove. turned ain of it.    t time in ’s all rig    a mi seemed to e from a cleared area”—prepared to    till te reached him.

        Nos once again in touctle lig t table    reading tonig perly drunk.

        urned from to find Caravaggio asleep on the dog in his arms.

        tc ttle of its body as it o, to ao s quiet growl rising above Caravaggio’s snore.

        ook off s, tied toget upstairs. It arted to rain and arpaulin for ent. From t still on i’s room.

        S in table o tly into ty    o ered ao tient.        in touc betreay sound, turo full level ill wangle of window.

        ion of t    ter afternoon, suddenly terrified for    ried to damage ared.    unication o    the lanyard on his shoulder.

        o pollarded trees of torimmed siart of t traatue of tering    tell y.

        If so , but ig t, o fear ernoon dismantling. o remove it, or sime    y and music filled inguis being carried by an officer out of a tuempting to flood.

        No.

        t    true. ed ed to place    as    er’s landscape.     fort but ed to surround t, to guide o believe in    found a o fit . o reveal sucy to t so still. S ered    for    a silte,    body and    of the darkness.

        Earlier,    eg t-gio. It . And tonigion of t permit o read after Caravaggio o bed, stopping to rifle t, and after tient    t over, kissed her cheek.

        S t just t stub at table and sat ter time a ime a ime a fire.” So tal tray beside oo some rea place, and ill angered her.

        S read. S in ternally dying man, till feeling bruised from an actal slam against th Caravaggio.

        o a similar silence. Let him guess, make a move. She has been approached before by soldiers.

        But    in cill . urns and pauses beside tient pletes one of ions ters and drops to ts and grins towards her.

        “I’ll rewire s    hand on her shoulder.

        David Caravaggio—an absurd name for you, of course

        ..” “At least I s in ernoon sun fills tes. ts angular nose ill s. thinks.

        turns to him.

        “ting by Caravaggio, doe in , t tstretc t is not true sadness in ture. It is assumed t trait of trait of ing. Yout ts outstretcality.

        I t t of my bed t Kip is my David.”    Caravaggio sits ts lost among ting motes. ar urn to no ot morpomed to families. All    intimacy. till tter lover than husband.

        hieves leave reduced houses.

        ow w is, and reveal him for hana’s sake.

        Or per a skin for annic acid camouflages a burned man’s rawness.

        in Cair traio i double agents or poms s, giving ies of cer—suco t as some inCairo ed . ime of    like a man in tating the calls of a bird.

        But ate not    to look for truthers.

        Sanding against to e into ts last pages.

        ill tside tal cups and boaken from every y—as jizya, or tax. ted doo ttles ieenturies against Sik during a battle crossing in to a cles to the high, invisible shelf.

        Sers ted bedroom itle.

        “No books no grey stare out of    flicker onto , t ahouse.

        “No more books. Just give me tus.” Ss to his hands.

        “I ions of tories ed portrait on tatue found in a Frenever imagine us t o oasis, trading legends as if it is t suspi, pieg togetory of mine,’ us says, ‘ out tary to t.’    you find in ory—ray eas, y.” “I was muc his eyes are away from her now.

        Birds prefer trees e vistas from ion.” “If you are talking about me,”    a bird. tairs.” Kip tried to imagine her as a bird.

        “tell me, is it possible to love someone    as you are?” Caravaggio, in a belligerent morped t. “t    of my sexual life— annouo t pany. In tion came to me only after I ietimes I really do like to talk more tences. Buckets of ts of t and ts of trouble    you    really talk yourself into a er.    fuck yourself into a er.” “t’s a man talking,” muttered hana.

        “ell, I ,” Caravaggio tinued, “maybe you o Bombay from to England for military training. o a er. y-six.” “Older t smarter t be smarter than you.

        But isn’t it important for you to ter to fall in love? talk to t guy. e don’t even kno is easier to fall in love ? Because    to kno. talkers seduce,    us into ers. e    more to grohink so,” said hana.

        “ me tell you about people my age. t ter by norouble ed up    up and    be her arm around his neck.

        “Don’t do tly around his.

        “e’ve already got one crazy talker upstairs.” “Look at us— y gets too . It’s nine in tairs is asleep. y of    bloy-six years old.

        tiseaceaceam of sappers are giveures, are decorated a off into t staying    to take you    t of Dodge City.” “Stop it, David.    blo, w was hing from Kip.

        “ o t, leaving tion.

        “trouble    be.    are aly?    is Kip doing dismantling bombs in orc is ing Englisern front ot pruree    ruining    of s into it during t rees are t. trinate you and leave you o cause trouble, inky-dinky parlez-vous. e s toget leave t monts p.    even remember trying to talk about.    know whe fuck he is.

        “You t you, don’t you? Because you    you? A jealous uncle. I’m terrified for you. I    to kill t is t    you out of o like    your post.    smart enougo make op risking    mistake. t move is to get on a train, go and oget hinks?

        “ smarter? It’s only t afford to be smart. t locked years ago into privilege. to protect their belongings.

        No one is mearust me. But to folloty civilised    leave. But you t you dead yet?

        Be irresponsible. Luck runs out.” o inued p to opped.    move it away.

        to t of terrad, oeps and crete statues almost disappear uent pitc rises out of t on the hill.

        Only bonfires    dry tly    and sers from prior sernoons, scyttles—all are brouge afternoon’s pivot into dusk. team and burn, and t-odoured smoke sidles into to trees, terra front of t reat, ranslates t backo ly acidic soil of this hill.

        tient advises    to gro your Italian friend to find seeds for you,    category.    you    are plum leaves. Also fire pink and Indian pink—if you    tin name for your Latin friend, it is Silene virginica. Red savory is good. If you    finc es everyts tain pen into table a matco    t, s    urbing ts ts into t of o give tgio. No ptra s o feel ahree men.

        If it is ptra. If all to do o lay    t dark broo , against to locate and i a saline solution into if he were dying.

        At ter leaving to. Cope darkness bet sion of ts near pletion. Sometimes s times s burning and ducks u aers to cra s, ongue instead of a sead of a needle, ead of to make o make al tig brain sloo sleepiness. S on top of ennis s for Nt eam, you drain it, you—all tuous as a sister.

        tent and them.

        tep past t semporary als in Ortona or Monterc ,    to enter    es from a need or    to ments of desert iios and pollen to reassemble    for t of sleep.

        ts ain leaves sub of dle, and ial set and ts of discipline. ing inues riess, follos float along t, opening up a bomb and aking    o tal cup.

        t of us are just perip is dangerous, ening ear on    lost look till     from danger, is peripaugo make a noise, desired it of    all siing it is only in to admit s in to signal out h a human sound.

        knos. As timate tance . It gives eaergy, a code of air bet a o assemble oo . Or taring up a collapsing ern songs, ends not to.

        “Pennsylvania six-five-ohe young soldier gasps.

        Sies of    turban. ting red and black    bread al plate ill uses for food. tands up. o t    is excessive politeness.

        S t colours of    s s , or oime in    from ty, finally free of curfehe colour of his body.

        Later so be beo o are at t it off t to a diary. Beo be under obligation. And . If s from y, to be clear-mio day’s treacs.

        look. Or in t of a foolis .

        talk, t singsong of ent, ougers as if it too beloo . It is    of ada during ts.    sleep. Sated at y to turn so easily as a tin roof for trees to sside , sleeping trees and sleeping roofs t s end of toronto and trid Clara along tamatta River and later Geian Bay. S found a sleeping tree, even in ty of this garden.

        “Kiss me. It’s your mout purely in love eeter, oent’s opening, sold me o Caravaggio    just in love but al. Always fused.

        Al of all sy in staco ted steel panels of it slipping into ter beure, and t up    pulleys, grappling er among t up by phem.

        All t, o stop eacer river, to a road above ter anoto s name arless, s slid in s, oil-covered to sileals, and ted bridge ill in ter below.

        So often t in midstream    teel and iron into stones.    metals t ripped t.

        urned from t.

        rick of quick sleep against t from them.

        Yes, Caravaggio o o love. Even o sink into cautious love. “I    to take you to tamatta River, Kip,” s to s on to ore easily to a car. I miss t blinks out electricity. I    you to meet Clara of t one in my family. toent    a false step or any ation. trees make a sieve of moonlig    of a dance ers ent and puts ao    and listens to ing , ten to a clo a mi her.
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