“Maids in the warmth of a summer day

Dream of love and of love alway.”

“Maids in the warmth of a summer day Dream of love and of love alway.”

Emma raised herself like a galvanised corpse, her hair undone, her eyes fixed, staring.

“Where the sickle blades have been,

Nannette, gathering ears of corn,

Passes bending down, my queen,

To the earth where they were born.”