CHAPTER FIVEAfter the Duke had gone, Sarida searched the house for lights that he could photograph the Temple with.
There was an oil lamp in her father’s room by which he wrote which she thought that she could borrow at the last moment.
There was another that they used in the sitting room and some small ones in the bedrooms.
She hoped that when she arranged them inside the dark chamber the Duke would have enough light to take good photographs of the Bodhisattvas.
It broke her heart to think that, if only he had come earlier, he would have been able to photograph the Lord Buddha before he was stolen.
She had often lain awake since it had happened wondering how she had not been awakened by the noise of wheels passing the cottage on the way to the wood.
Moreover, because what served as
