ILLUSTRATIONS

MATTINA

I

With her black kerchief drawn forward over her face to protect her head from the sun, her back bent under a load of sticks, Mattina, Kyra[1] Kanella’s niece, came stumbling down from the road that leads from the little spring, the “Vryssoula,” through the pine trees, over the bridge, past the old well, and into the village of Poros.