‘Now is not the time to harvest a new character,’ he said.
Roberto shrugged and returned the box to the interior of the wagon. The players quickly formed a circle. Each held their own mask, even Mama Tina, Isabella, and Jal. Uberto passed Mina a mask and led her into the centre of the players’ circle as everyone else donned theirs. It was very late now, and the candles burned low within the coloured bowls of the lanterns, casting flickering red and blue light across the circle of grotesque leather faces. Overhead, the thin moon offered meagre borrowed light.
Facing the stern, masked faces, Mina felt frightened. None of them were recognisable as her friend. Was this a mistake? But her curiosity burned her. How could she turn from this? Aldo and Dario had tried to warn her, but they’d told
