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I dedicate this book to my wife Danielle Antoinette whose love down all
the years has been the monsoon wind that, constant and MW" has given my
life direction.

The three boys came up through the gill behind the chapel, so that they
were hidden from the big house and the stables. Tom, the eldest, led
them as he always did, but the youngest brother was close on his heels,
and when Tom paused where the stream made its first turn above the
village he renewed his argument.

"Why do I always have to be the cat? Why can I never join in the fun,
Tom?

"Because you are the littlest," Tom told him, with lordly authority. He
was surveying the tiny hamlet below them, which was now visible in the
slot of the ravine.

Smoke was rising from the forge in the smithy, and washing flapped in
the easterly breeze behind the Widow Evans's cottage, but there was no
sign of human life. At this time of day most of the men would be out
in his father's fields, for the harvest was in full swing, while those
women who were not toiling beside them would be at work in the big
house.

Tom grinned with satisfaction and anticipation.

"No one's spotted us." No one to carry reports back to their father.

"It's not fair." Dorian was not so easily distracted from his
argument. His coppery gold curls spilled down on to his forehead,
giving him the look of an angry cherub.