“I’d forgotten—” He leaned forward, searching the night. “Where is the Signora?”
“There—in front! She is rowing to the village. No, she has turned.”
He stopped rowing.
“The Signora has seen, or she has heard, and she is going in to shore.”
“But there are only the rocks.”
“The Signora is going in to the Palazzo of the Spirits.”
“The Palazzo of the Spirits?” Artois repeated.
“Si, Signore.”
Gaspare turned and looked again into the darkness.
“I cannot see the Signora any more.”