I hurried down the sticky steps close on Adonie's heels.
There was no getting round her. Subtlely she thwarted my attempts
to duck before her. Later I would remind her that we had vied,
however unacknowledged, for the honor of cowcatcher. Among the gold-fleeced
sheep of this realm.
We slipped through the lazy strolling preening observing babbling crowd strutting
in their costumes and holding forth the prescribed drinks
like lamps of illumination before their breasts.