2“How,” asked Sarnac, “can I make you see Hetty Marcus, dark- eyed, warm-skinned, wayward and fragile, who brought me to love and death two thousand years ago?
“In a way, she was like Sunray here. She was of her type. She had the same darkness in her eyes, the same still bearing. She was like Sunray’s hungry sister. With a touch of fire in her blood.
“Yes—and she had those same stumpy little fingers...Look at them!
“I met her on those very Downs I used to walk over with my father when I was a boy, to steal the produce from Lord Bramble’s gardens. I had a short leave before I was drafted to France and I did not spend it in London with Matilda Good and Fanny as you may think I should have done, but I went with three other youngsters who had enough money to do so, to Cliffstone. I don’t kn
