The Magus - John Fowles [158]
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I came up to the gate, waited a few moments to listen, heard nothing, and went off the track through the trees to where I could see the house. It lay in silence, black against the last lavender light from the west; there was one light on, in the music room. The scops owl called from somewhere nearby. As I returned to the gate a small black shape slipped overhead and dipped towards the sea between the trees. Conchis, perhaps; the wizard as owl. I came out onto the edge of the beach at Moutsa; the beach dark, the water dim, the very faintest night lap. She stood, pale ghost, from the chapel wall as soon as I appeared through the trees; a pale ivory skirt with a green hem, a white blouse under a loose long Virginia Woolf-like cardigan garment of the same--almost, in that light, black--dark green. She held up her wrist with the sleeve pushed back. But I hardly glanced at the scar and we took each other's hands. A moment, suddenly shy. Then she came into my arms, and we kissed; she turned her head away almost at once but let me hold her close. It was strange; physical privileges so small that I had taken them with so many other girls for granted--granted to the point of not even realising they existed--seemed with her things one was lucky to have. "I thought you weren't coming." "I thought you wouldn't be here." "Have you missed me?" I kissed the top of her head: a melony perfume in the hair. "Where have you been?" "On Maurice's yacht. At Nauplia." "Is he here?" She nodded. "And the Negro?" "Somewhere." "Watching us?" "I said I didn't want him watching me all the time. Maurice says he won't. But I don't know." She felt in her cardigan pocket. "He's given me his whistle. To blow if I need help." "High opinion of me." "It's his same old trick." We began to walk towards the sea. After a moment I put my arm round her shoulders. "How long?" "Till eleven." "By the way. Those names. Tsimbou and Papaioannou. Unknown." She nodded. "We guessed." We began to walk along the edge of the trees between the water and the forest. "I asked one of the teachers of demotic about _Three Hearts_. It seems it is a sort of modern Greek classic. But he hadn't heard they were making a film. Obviously." She was silent. "Tell me what you've been doing." "Maurice has been alway. He sent us on a cruise. Down to a place called Kyparissi. It was nice. Except that we have to keep out of the sun all the time. Under the awning." I thought of my own two days: catching up on a backlog of marking, a prep duty, the smell of chalk, the smell of boys... the split being. She was silent again. "Sometimes I feel you're still Lily." She gave a little downbreath of amusement, but said nothing. "Julie?" "I'm sorry. I'm being difficult." She bowed her head. "What about next weekend?" "We're going to discuss it tomorrow." "Here?" "No. We're going back to Nauplia tonight." "What does June think about it all?" "She wants us to fly home." "Is this what's worrying you?" She nodded. "Where's June now?" "At the house. She says you obviously don't care what risks we're running." "Because of you." "And me because of you." I pressed her shoulder. "She's agreed that we should wait till next weekend." The last peacock-blue light hung in the west, over the black headland. It was tropically airless. She stopped for a moment to take off her cardigan coat. I carried it over my free arm, and we went on hand in hand. She said, "Whatever happens June won't play that part. I think Maurice knows she won't." "Where's he been away to?" "I don't know. He only came back tonight." She smiled briefly in the darkness. "On the way here he apologised to me twice mcre. Advice. About keeping you at arm's length." "Which you apparently take." We walked perhaps another five steps and then she said, "Please kiss me." She turned into my arms. Her mouth twisted under mine in a nervous need to shed all her masks, real and imposed. When we separated she gave me one of those slightly sullen under-the-eyebrows looks girls one has just aroused seem unable to repress. I put my arm round her shoulders again and