“Very wonderful things, aren"t they?”
Ritter took the binoculars from Natis hands and studied them as if for the first time. “Yes, I suppose they are.”
They"d pulled into a small pass between groups of towering rocks and Ritter had decided to climb up to the top of one of them to gain a good view of the sprawling plain around them. As he flattened himself down amongst the scree and pulled out his German-made field glasses, Nati scrambled up beside him, breathless but eager. He looked at her and, not for the first time, lost himself in her wide, black eyes. Her rich, nutmeg-coloured skin shone with health, her prominent cheekbones acting almost like a mirror, reflecting the bright sunlight. She caught him looking and smiled. Embarrassed, he turned away, fitted the binoculars to his eyes a
