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SILK WICKEDNESS 11

Sorting the quick from the dead and throwing the still wiggling into the sea kept her occupied for a while. Keeping a couple of the obviously dead and desiccated, she strolled on. What a setting , she thought.

Behind the multi-sided ‘palace’ and its gardens rose stark, mini-mountains of rock. The bay was bounded by rocks too, and at one end a fisherman was busy with his nets. He wore a long checked sarong, an untidy turban and a long grey beard. And when she walked past, he gave her a wide, one-toothed smile.

‘Good morning,’ she smiled.

His answer was unintelligible, but obviously kindly meant, making her ashamed at knowing not one word of the language. She walked back and headed for the shop in the foyer for a phrasebook. There were guide books too,

which she browsed through for ages. It was a shock when she glanced at her watch and saw the time. For a while she had felt she was on holiday in a new and fascinating country, but that mood was vanishing fast. It was time to check on Ano
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