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ndergrowth of their saplings and much dead wood from old hurricanes。 Bond went carefully down； his feet making little sound among the leaves and moss…covered rocks； but soon the forest was aware of him and began to pass on the news。 A large doe； with two Bambi…like young； saw him first and galloped off with an appalling clatter。 A brilliant woodpecker with a scarlet head flew down ahead of him； screeching each time Bond caught up with it； and always there were the chipmunks； craning up on their hind feet； lifting their small muzzles from their teeth as they tried to catch his scent； and then scampering off to their rock holes with chatterings that seemed to fill the woods with fright。 Bond willed them to have no fear； that the gun he carried was not meant for them； but with each alarm he wondered if； when he got to the edge of the meadow； he would see down on the lawn a man with glasses who had been watching the frightened birds fleeing the treetops。
But when he stopped behind a last broad oak and looked down across the long meadow to the final belt of trees and the lake and the house； nothing had changed。 All the other blinds were still down and the only movement was the thin plume of smoke。
It was eight o'clock。 Bond gazed down across the meadow to the trees； looking for one which would suit his purpose。 He found it … a big maple； blazing with russet and crimson。 This would be right for his clothes； its trunk was thick enough and it stood slightly back from the wall of spruce。 From there； standing； he would be able to see all he needed of the lake and the house。 Bond stood for a while； plotting his route down through the thick grass and golden…rod of the meadow。 He would have to do it on his stomach； and slowly。 A small breeze got up and bed the meadow。 If only it would keep blowing and cover his passage！
Somewhere not far off； up to the left on the edge of the trees； a branch snapped。 It snapped once decisively and there was no further noise。 Bond dropped to one knee； his ears pricked and his senses questing。 He stayed like that for a full ten minutes； a motionless brown shadow against the wide trunk of the oak。
Animals and birds do not break twigs。 Dead wood must carry a special danger signal for them。 Birds never alight on twigs that will break under them； and even a large animal like a deer with antlers and four hooves to manipulate moves quite silently in a forest unless he is in flight。 Had these people after all got guards out？ Gently Bond eased the rifle off his shoulder and put his thumb on the safe。 Perhaps； if the people were still sleeping； a single shot； from high up in the woods； would pass for a hunter or a poacher。 But then； between him and approximately where the twig had snapped； two deer broke cover and cantered unhurriedly across the meadow to the left。 It was true that they stopped twice to look back； but each time they cropped a few mouthfuls of grass before moving on and into the distant fringe of the lower woods。 They showed no fright and no haste。 It was certainly they who had been the cause of the snapped branch。 Bond breathed a sigh。 So much for that。 And now to get on across the meadow。
A five…hundred…yard crawl through tall concealing grass is a long and wearisome business。 It is hard on knees and hands and elbows； there is a vista of nothing but grass and flower stalks； and the dust and small insects get into your eyes and nose and down your neck。 Bond focused on placing his hands right and maintaining a slow； even speed。 The breeze had kept up and his wake through the grass would certainly not be noticeable from the house。
From above； it looked as if a big ground animal … a beaver perhaps； or a woodchuck … was on its way down the meadow。 No； it would not be a beaver。 They always move in pairs。 And yet perhaps it might be a beaver … for now； from higher up on the meadow； something； somebody else had entered the tall grass； and behind and above Bond a second wake was being cut in the deep sea of grass。 It looked as if whatever it was would slowly catch up on Bond and that the two wakes would converge just at the next tree…line。
Bond crawled and slithered steadily on； stopping only to wipe the sweat and dust off his face and； from time to time； to make sure that he was on course for the maple。 But when he was close enough for the tree…line to hide him from the house； perhaps twenty feet from the maple； he stopped and lay for a while； massaging his knees and loosening his wrists for the last lap。
He had heard nothing to warn him； and when the soft threatening whisper came from only feet away in the thick grass on his left； his head swivelled so sharply that the vertebrae of his neck made a cracking sound。
〃Move an inch and I'll kill you。〃 It had been a girl's voice； but a voice that fiercely meant what it said。
Bond； his heart thumping； stared up the shaft of the steel arrow whose blue…tempered triangular tip parted the grass stalks perhaps eighteen inches from his head。
The bow was held sideways； flat in the grass。 The knuckles of the brown fingers that held the binding of the bow below the arrow…tip were white。 Then there was the length of glinting steel and； behind the metal feathers； partly obscured by waving strands of grass； were grimly clamped lips below two fierce grey eyes against a background of sunburned skin damp with sweat。 That was all Bond could make out through the grass。 Who the hell was this？ One of the guards？ Bond gathered saliva back into his dry mouth and began slowly to edge his right hand； his out…of…sight hand； round and up towards his waistband and his gun。 He said softly： 〃Who the hell are you？〃
The arrow…tip gestured threateningly。 〃Stop that right hand or I'll put this through your shoulder。 Are you one of the guards？〃
〃No。 Are you？〃
〃Don't be a fool。 What are you doing here？〃 The tension in the voice had slackened； but it was still hard； suspicious。 There was a trace of accent … what was it； Scots？ Welsh？
It was time to get to level terms。 There was something particularly deadly about the blue arrow…tip。 Bond said easily： 〃Put away your bow and arrow； Robina。 Then I'll tell you。〃
〃You swear not to go for your gun？〃
〃All right。 But for God's sake let's get out of the middle of this field。〃 Without waiting； Bond rose on hands and knees and started to crawl again。 Now he must get the initiative and hold it。 Whoever this damned girl was； she would have to be disposed of quickly and discreetly before the shooting match began。 God； as if there wasn't enough to think of already！
Bond reached the trunk of the tree。 He got carefully to his feet and took a quick look through the blazing leaves。 Most of the blinds had gone up。 Two slow…moving coloured maids were laying a large breakfast table on the patio。 He had been right。 The field of vision over the tops of the trees that now fell sharply to the lake was perfect。 Bond unslung his rifle and knapsack and sat down with his back against the trunk of the tree。 The girl came out of the edge of the grass and stood up under the maple。 She kept her distance。 The arrow was still held in the bow but the bow was unpulled。 They looked warily at each other。
The girl looked like a beautiful unkempt dryad in ragged shirt and trousers。 The shirt and trousers were olive green； crumpled and splashed with mud and stains and torn in places； and she had bound her pale blonde hair with golden…rod to conceal its brightness for her crawl through the meadow。 The beauty of her face was wild and rather animal； with a wide sensuous mouth； high cheekbones and silvery grey； disdainful eyes。 There was the blood of scratches on her forearms and down one cheek； and a bruise had puffed and slightly blackened the same cheekbone。 The metal feathers of a quiver full of arrows showed above her left shoulder。 Apart from the bow； she carried nothing but a hunting knife at her belt and； at her other hip； a small brown canvas bag that presumably carried her food。 She looked like a beautiful； dangerous customer who knew wild country and forests and was not afraid of them。 She would walk alone through life and have little use for civilisation。
Bond thought she was wonderful。 He smiled at her。 He said softly； reassurin