When the fog had slipped around us completely Adonie sat on a twelve by twelve
left from the corner support. We were in the tower and it was still
roofless.
There seemed to be no sound, except a kind of breathing of the
overhanging trees.
But I could only feel the echoes.
It was curious, but without sound even more than without the sight of
the valley about us it seemed we had fallen out of time. We were in a
little organelle, forgotten by others, but far from empty.
The way she looked at me I stopped work and tapped the chisel softly
against my palm.
