Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- INTRODUCTION
- ADVENTURES IN THE SKIN TRADE
- AFTER THE FAIR
- THE ENEMIES
- THE TREE
- THE VISITOR
- THE LEMON
- THE BURNING BABY
- THE ORCHARDS
- THE MOUSE AND THE WOMAN
- THE HORSE’S HA
- A PROSPECT OF THE SEA
- THE HOLY SIX
- PROLOGUE TO AN ADVENTURE
- THE MAP OF LOVE
- IN THE DIRECTION OF THE BEGINNING
- AN ADVENTURE FROM A WORK IN PROGRESS
- THE SCHOOL FOR WITCHES
- THE DRESS
- THE VEST
- THE TRUE STORY
- THE FOLLOWERS
- Other Titles
- Copyright
We, said they, are Jarvis, Jarvis under the hedge, in the arms of a woman, a green woman, a woman bald as a badger, on a nun’s thigh.
They counted the numbers of their loves before the children’s ears. Beth Rib and Reuben heard the ten oracles, and shyly they surrendered. Over the remaining fields, to the whispers of the last ten lovers, to the voice of ageing Jarvis, grey-haired in the final shadows, they sped to Idris. The island shone, the water babbled, there was a gesture of the limbs in each wind’s stroke denting the flat river. He took off her summer clothes, and she shaped her arms like a swan. The bare boy stood at her shoulder; and she turned and saw him dive into the ripples in her wake. Behind them her fathers’ voices slipped out of sound.
Up river, called Beth, up river.
Up river, he answered.
Only the warm, mapped waters ran that night over the edges of the first beasts’ island white in a new moon.