CHAPTER TENPerdita walked in the garden in the hot sunshine and, moving slowly, stopped in front of a large bed of lilies.
She knew that to anyone watching her from a window in the Kasbah she would appear to be intent on admiring the flowers. But really, out of the corners of her eyes, she was looking at the far end of the garden where on the South wall there was quite a profusion of purple bougainvillaea and two lovely pomegranate trees in blossom.
She was determined to go no further, but merely to fix in her mind the exact position of the trees and where she knew the rope would be waiting for her that evening.
It was only the second time she had been in the garden and, although she had walked alone as was correct for a bride, meditating on the inexpressible delights of the marriage th
