“She likes you, you know,” Jetty Ayah said, watching the illusion with amusement.
“From what I can tell, Helen mostly likes Helen,” I said.
“Maybe. But she treats you differently than she does others.”
He strode over to Buran, mounted, and urged the horse forward, resolving to put the strange meeting out of his mind. But two circumstances conspired against him. For one, when they made camp that night, Woody found five white oblong marks on his throat, as though he had taken frostbite, though his beard was heavy, his throat well wrapped. For another, listen as he might, Dennis heard not a single word of discussion among his servants about the strange events in the courtyard and was forced, reluctantly, to conclude that he was the only one who remembered them at all.
The road home seemed
