It seemed to her as she spoke as if Wynstan had cleared away from her mind everything that had been worrying her and everything that she had not understood.
There was silence for a while and then he said,
“Blake wrote, Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the Sons of God shouting for joy.”
He smiled at Larina as he went on,
“The Greeks regarded themselves as the sons of God and the echo of their joyful shouting can be heard down the ages. We can do the same.”
“That is what I want to do,” Larina said. “I think it is what I have always wanted, but now you have made it clear.”
“It is Capri which makes it clearer than anywhere else outside Greece itself,” Wynstan said.
He lay down on his back and looked at the branches of the trees above him.
“Here it is easy to be
