Chapter 13 No.13

Coming out from luncheon-at which Sebastien had presided with a grave courtesy which lifted the inn's humble fare of eggs, tortillas, and rice to epicurean heights-Seyd and Francesca came face to face with Tomas, her mozo, who had just ridden into the patio. At sight of his mistress the mozo's teeth flashed in the golden dusk under his sombrero, bu