“With the priest.”
She saw an expression of surprise flit over Count Anteoni’s face. It went away instantly.
“Pere Beret,” he said. “He is a cheerful creature and very good to the Arabs.”
They sat down just inside the shadow of the tent before the door, and he looked out quietly towards the city.
“Yes, this is the place,” he said.
She knew that he was alluding to the vision of the sand-diviner, and said so.
“Did you believe at the time that what he said would come true?” she asked.
“How could I? Am I a child?”
He spoke with gentle irony, but she felt he was playing with her.
“Cannot a man believe such things?”