“He looks like a man bewitched!” Geertruida commented on his appearance one day.
Roxana knew that she put into words what she herself had been afraid to acknowledge even in her thoughts.
In England or Holland she would have laughed at the very idea, but in Bali, knowing the power of the Priests and the universal belief in Black Magic, she was well aware that things happened which could not be explained in ordinary terms.
Two months ago Pieter Helderik had not returned from one of his walks.
They found him dead in the woods and Roxana was certain that he had died not normally but through supernatural means.
Yet what was the point of voicing such suspicions? If she did, what could anybody do about it?
When Pieter Helderik had been buried in the Dutch Cemetery, Roxana was confronted wit
