Jennet looked at him, surprised, over the rim of her glass. Then she smiled back, and
the softness of his speech drained away her fear. They talked right through dinner and
then sat together on the grass as the sky gently darkened and the breeze turned chill.
The man’s hair was thick, black, sharply fragrant, longer even than her own. When
he made love to her he pressed bruises like wine stains into the transluce