Dominica blushed and he kissed her hand.
“You need never be afraid of being alone in the darkness again, my lovely one.”
They had so much to say to each other and so much to talk about that they had lingered long over the superlative dinner that the cook had provided for them.
Now as they stepped onto the verandah it was too late to see the sunset.
Dominica looked up.
There was a half-crescent moon moving up the sky and, as Lord Hawkston followed her eyes, he said quietly,
“Do you know what the crescent moon is called by our people?”
“No – tell me.”
She knew that even the sound of his voice made little tremors of excitement run through her and the fact that his arm was around her made her quiver and long for the touch of his lips.
“It is called a ‘lovers’ moon’,” Lord Hawkston sai
