I waited for Grant in the courtyard behind the taberna. The last of the light was still leaching from the sky but the yard was already bright with candle lanterns. The well was in constant use now, so the scullery maids and kitchen porters needed to see their way. I sat on a stone bench flanked with tubs of geraniums almost glowing in the lamp light. I had left Susannah stretched out on the bed, languorous as a cat after a fine dinner taken from numerous small dishes. Some indeterminate as to their ingredients but all equally delicious. Then we had sated our desire once again. Rather well, truth be told.
‘Signor Rossi.’
I looked up, startled from my thoughts. ‘Raphael, please.’ I stood.
‘Then I’m Charlie. We should head to As Bagunças. More sailors’ haunts there than anywhere.’
As Bagu
