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The thought somehow disturbed him. This wine should have brought back 1975, he told himself aggrievedly. That's when it was made. A bright year, full of promise and discovery. 'Sailing' playing on the radio. That's what happened before, with the other bottles. But his time machine 225.

was two years out, bringing him here instead, sending Joe even further away. He poured the rest of the wine onto the ground and closed his eyes.

A red chuckle from the bottom of the bottle. Jay opened his eyes again, uneasy, certain that someone was watching him. The dregs were almost black in this dull daylight, black and syrupy, like treacle, and from where he was lying there almost seemed to be movement around the neck of the bottle, as if something were trying to escape.

He sat up and looked a little closer. Inside the bottle, several wasps were gathered, attracted by the scent of sugar. Two crawled stickily on the neck. Another had flown right into the belly of the bottle to investigate the residue at the bottom. Jay shivered. Wasps sometimes hide in bottles and drinks cans. He knew from that summer. A sting inside the mouth is both painful and dangerous. The wasp crawled thickly against the gla.s.s. Its wings were clotted with syrup. He thought he could hear the insect inside the bottle, buzzing in a growing frenzy, but perhaps that was the wine itself calling, its hot bright scent distressing the air, rising like a column of red smoke, a signal, perhaps, or a warning.

Suddenly his closeness to the wasps' nest appalled him.



He realized he could hear the insects beneath him under the soil's thin crust. He sat up, meaning to move away, but a recklessness seized him, and instead of retreating he moved a little closer.

If Gilfy was here . . .

Nostalgia was upon him again before he could stop it. It dragged at him like a caught bramble. Perhaps it was the scent from the bottle, from the spilled wine on the ground making him feel this way, this trapped summer scent, intoxicating, overwhelming. The radio near by gave a quick crackle of static and began to play 'I Feel Love'. Jay shivered.

This was ridiculous, he told himself. He had nothing to prove. It was twenty years since he last fired a wasps' nest.

It seemed a reckless, lethal thing to do now, the kind of 226.

thing only a child would do, oblivious of the risks.

Besides . . .

A voice - from the bottle, he thought, though it might still be the wine talking - cajoling, a little scornful. It sounded something like Gilly's voice, something like Joe's. It was impatient, amused beneath the irritation. If Gilly was here you wouldn't be so chicken.

Something moved in the long gra.s.s on the other side of the river. For a second he thought he saw her, a blur of russet which might be her hair, something else which might be a stripy T-shirt or pullover.

'Rosa?'

No response. She stared out at him from the long gra.s.s, her green eyes bright with curiosity. He could see her now he knew where to look. From a short distance away, he could hear the sound of a goat bleating.

Rosa seemed to look at him with encouragement, almost with expectation. Beneath him he could hear the wasps i;buzzing, a strangely yeasty sound, as if something below Ijrthe earth were fermenting wildly. The sound, coupled with j I^Rosa's expectant look, was too much for him. He felt a burst t^of exhilaration, something which stripped the years away 1'^.and made him fourteen again, invulnerable.

'Watch this,' he said, and began to move closer to the 1 nest.

1 Rosa watched him intently. He moved awkwardly, A inching towards the hole in the bank. He moved with his head down, as if this would fool the wasps into thinking him invisible. A couple of wasps settled momentarily on his back. She watched as he pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket. There was a lighter in one hand, the same lighter he had offered Rosa that day by the stream. Carefully, he opened the lighter and doused the handkerchief in the fluid. Holding the object at arm's length, he moved closer to the nest. There was a larger hole under the banking, a hole which might once have housed rats. Around it, a complex of mud honeycomb. A moment's hesitation, 227.

choosing his spot, then he pushed the handkerchief right into the nest, leaving a tag-end of fabric dangling down like a fuse. As she watched, he looked at her and grinned.

Banzai.

He must have been drunk. That was the only explanation he could think of later, but it didn't feel like being drunk at the time. At the time it felt right. Good. Exciting. Amazing how quickly these things came back. He only had to flip the Bic once. The flame caught instantly, flaring with sudden, incredible fierceness. There must have been plenty of oxygen down the hole. Good. Briefly Jay wished he had brought some firecrackers. For a second or two there was no response from the wasps, then half a dozen came flying out like hot cinders. Jay felt a surge of euphoria and jumped to his feet, ready to run. That was the first mistake. Gilly always taught him to keep low, to find a hiding place from the start and to crouch low, under a root or behind a tree stump, as the enraged wasps came flying out. This time Jay was too busy watching Rosa. The wasps came out in a dreadful surge, and he ran for the bushes. Second mistake.

Never run. The movement attracts them, excites them. The best thing is to lie flat on the ground, covering the face. But he panicked. He could smell burning lighter fluid and a vicious stink like burnt carpet. Something stung him on the arm and he slapped at it. Several wasps stung him then, maddeningly, through his T-shirt and on his hands and arms, zinging by his ears like bullets, darkening the air, and Jay lost what cool he had. He swore and slapped at his skin. Another wasp stung him just under the left eye, driving a brilliant lance of pain into his face, and he stepped out blindly, right over the edge of the cutaway and into the water. If the river had been shallower he might have broken his neck. As it was his fall saved him. He hit the water face-first, sank, screamed, swallowed river water, surfaced, sank again, made for the far banking and found himself a minute later several yards downriver, his T-shirt nubby with drowned wasps.

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Under the nest, the fire he had lit was already out.

Jay regurgitated river water. He coughed and swore shakily.

Fourteen had never seemed so far away. From her distant island in time he thought he could hear Gilly laughing.

The water was shallow on that side of the river, and he waded out onto the bank and flopped on all fours into the gra.s.s. His arms and hands were already swelling from the dozens of stings, and one eye was puffed shut like a boxer's. He felt like a week-old corpse.

Gradually he became aware of Rosa watching from her vantage point upstream. She had wisely moved back to avoid the angry wasps, but he could see her, perched on the .top rung of the gatepost beside the dragon's head. She '[ looked curious but unconcerned. Beside her the goat

y 'Never again,' gasped Jay. 'G.o.d, never again.'

r. He was just beginning to consider the idea of getting up when he heard footfalls in the vineyard beyond the fence.

He looked up, just in time to see Marise d'Api as she arrived breathlessly at the gate and swept Rosa into her arms. It itook her a few moments to register his presence, for she and IRosa had begun a rapid interchange of signing. Jay tried to get up, slipped, smiled and made a vague gesture with one hand, as if by following the rules of country etiquette he jmight somehow make her overlook everything else. He felt suddenly very conscious of his swollen eye, wet clothes, muddy jeans.

'I had an accident,' he explained.

Marise's eyes went to the wasps' nest in the banking. The remains of Jay's charred handkerchief still protruded from the hole, and he could smell lighter fluid across the water.

Some accident.

"How many times were you stung?' For the first time he thought he heard amus.e.m.e.nt in her voice.

Jay looked briefly at his arms and hands. 'I don't know. I ... didn't know they'd come out so fast.'

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He could see her looking at the discarded wine bottle, drawing conclusions.

"Are you allergic?'

'I don't think so.' Jay tried to stand up again, slipped and fell on the wet gra.s.s. He felt sick and dizzy. Dead wasps clung to his clothes. Marise looked both dismayed and almost ready to laugh.

'Come with me,' she said at last. 'I have a stings kit in the house. Sometimes there can be a delayed reaction.'

Carefully Jay pulled himself up the banking towards the hedge. Rosa trotted behind, closely followed by the goat.

Halfway to the house Jay felt the child's small cold hand slip into his and, looking down, he saw that she was smiling.

The house was larger than it seemed from the road, a converted barn with low gables and high, narrow windows.

Halfway up the front wall, a door stared out in midair from the loft where bales of hay were once kept. An old tractor was parked by one of the outbuildings. There was a neat kitchen garden by the side of the house, a small orchard twenty well-kept apple trees - at the back and a woodpile at the other side, with cords of carefully stacked wood for the winter. Two or three of the small brown goats wandered skittishly across the vineyard's small paths. Jay followed Marise along the rutted pathway between the rows of vines, and Marise put out a hand to steady him as they approached the gate, though he sensed this was less out of concern for him than for the vines, which his clumsy approach might have damaged.

'In here,' she told him shortly, indicating the kitchen door. 'Sit down. I'll get the kit.'

Her kitchen was bright and tidy, with a shelf of stone jugs above a porcelain sink, a long oak table, like the one at his own farm, and a giant black stove. Bunches of herbs hung from low beams above the chimney: rosemary, sage and pennyroyal. Rosa went to the pantry and fetched some lemonade, pouring a gla.s.sful and sitting at the table to drink it, watching Jay with curious eyes.

To as mat?' she asked.

He looked at her. 'So you can talk,' he said.

Rosa smiled mischievously.

'Can I have some of that?' Jay gestured at the gla.s.s of lemonade, and she pushed it across the table towards him.

So, he told himself, she can lipread as well as sign. He wondered whether Mireille knew. Somehow he didn't think so. Rosa's voice was childish but steady, without any of the usual fluctuations of tone of the deaf. The lemonade was home-made and good.

Thank you.'

Marise flicked him a suspicious look as she came into the kitchen with the stings kit. She had a disposable syringe in one hand.

'It's adrenalin. I used to be a nurse.'

After a moment's hesitation Jay held out his arm and closed his eyes.

There.'

He felt a small burning sensation in the crook of his r'elbow. There was a second's light-headedness, then noth ting.

Marise was looking at him in some amus.e.m.e.nt.

S& "You're very squeamish for a man who plays with I'wasps.'

i 'It wasn't quite like that,' said Jay, rubbing his arm, I 'If you behave like that, you can expect to be stung. You Is got away lightly.'

I He supposed that was true, but it didn't feel that way. ? His head was still pounding. His left eye was swollen tight and shiny. Marise went to the kitchen cupboard and brought out a shaker of white powder. She shook some into a cup, added a little water and stirred it with a spoon.

Handing him the cup: 'Baking soda,' she advised. 'You should put some of this onto the stings.'

She did not offer to help. Jay followed her advice, feeling rather foolish. This wasn't how he'd envisaged their meeting at all. He said so.

Marise shrugged and turned back to the cupboard. Jay watched as she poured pasta into a pan, added water and salt, placed the pan carefully on the hob.

'I have to make lunch for Rosa,' she explained. Take what time you need.' In spite of her words, Jay got the distinct impression she wanted him out of her kitchen as soon as possible. He struggled with the baking soda, trying to reach the stings on his back. The brown goat poked its head around the door and bleated.

'Clopette, non! Pas clans la cuisine.'' Rosa jumped from her place and shooed the goat away. Marise shot her a look of fierce warning, and the child put her hand over her mouth, subdued. Jay looked at her, puzzled. Why should Marise not want her child to speak in front of him? She motioned towards the table, asking Rosa to set the plates out. Rosa took out three plates from the cupboard. Marise shook her head again. Reluctantly the child replaced one of the plates.

'Thanks for the first aid,' said Jay carefully.

Marise nodded, busy chopping tomatoes for the sauce.

There was fresh basil in a window box on the ledge and she added a fistful.

'You have a lovely farm.'

'Oh?' He thought he detected an edge in her voice.

"Not that I was thinking of buying it,' added Jay quickly. 'I mean, it's just a nice farm. Pretty. Unspoilt.'

Marise turned and looked at him.

'What do you mean?' Her face was vivid with suspicion.

'What do you mean, buying it? Have you been talking to someone?'

'No!' he protested. 'I was just trying to make conversation.

I swear--'

'Don't,' she said flatly. The fleeting warmth he had glimpsed in her was gone. 'Don't say it. I know you've been talking to Clairmont. I've seen his van parked outside your house. I'm sure he's been giving you all kinds of ideas.'

'Ideas?'

She laughed.

'Oh, I know about you, Monsieur Mackintosh. Sneaking 232.

around, asking questions. First, you buy the old Chateau Foudouin, then you show a great curiosity about the land down to the river. What are you planning? Holiday chalets?

A sports' complex, like Le Pinot? Something even more exciting?'

Jay shook his head.

'You've got it wrong. I'm a writer. I came here to finish my book. That's all.'

She looked at him cynically. Her eyes were lasers.

'I don't want to see Lansquenet turned into Le Pinot,' he insisted. 'I told Clairmont right from the start. If you've seen his van, it's just that he keeps delivering brocante to the farm; he's got it into his head that I'm interested in buying junk.'

Marise began to add chopped shallots to the pasta sauce, seemingly unconvinced, but Jay thought the curve of her ^ spine relaxed, just a little. ^ 'If I ask questions,' he said, 'it's just because I'm a writer; H-I'm curious. I was blocked for years, but when I came to S* I Lansquenet--' He was hardly aware of what he was saying I'jBow, his eyes fixed on the hollow of her back beneath the feaaan's shirt. 'The air's different here, somehow. I've been pwriting like crazy. I've left everything to be here--'

' She turned then, a red onion in one hand, the knife in the either.

I"* He persisted: 'I promise I'm not here to develop anything.

I^.For Christ's sake, I'm sitting in your kitchen soaked to the skin and covered in baking soda. Do I look like an en trepreneur?'

: She considered this for a moment. 'Perhaps not,' she said at last.

'I bought the place on impulse. I didn't even know you were ... I didn't think you ... I don't usually have impulses,' he finished lamely.

'I find that hard to believe,' said Marise, smiling. "For a It was a small smile, maybe two on a scale of one to ten, but it was there anyway.

They talked after that. Jay told her about London and Kerry and JachappJe Joe. He talked about the rose garden and the vegetable patch beside the house. Of course he didn't mention Joe's mysterious presence and subsequent disappearance, or the six bottles, or the way she herself had infiltrated his new book. He didn't want her to think he was crazy.

She made lunch - pasta with beans - and invited him to join them. Then they drank coffee and Armagnac. She let him change his wet clothes for a pair of Tony's overalls while Rosa played outside with Clopette. Jay found it strange that she did not refer to Tony as her husband, but as 'Rosa's father', but the rapport between them was too new, too tenuous, for him to endanger it by asking questions. When - if - she wanted to discuss Tony, she would do it in her own time.

So far, she was giving little away. A fierce independence, tenderness for her daughter, pride in her work, in the house, the land. A way of smiling, grave-seeming, but with a kernel of sweetness. A way of listening in silence, an economy of movement which belied the quick mind, the occasional wry twist of humour beneath the practicality.

Thinking back to his first glimpse of her, to his previous a.s.sumptions, to the way he had listened to, and half believed, the opinions of people like Caro Clairmont and Mireille Faizande he felt a rush of shame. The heroine of his novel - unpredictable, dangerous, possibly mad - bore no relation to this quiet, calm woman. He had let his imagination run far ahead of the truth. He drank his coffee, abashed, and resolved to pry no further into her affairs. Her life and his fiction had nothing in common.

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