Chapter ThreeCordelia walked onto the terrace to look out over the Bay.
Tomorrow they were leaving and she could hardly bear to think that she might never see the beauty of Naples again.
She felt as if she must imprint on her mind the whole wonder of it so that it would be with her forever wherever she might be.
Was there anywhere else in the world, she asked herself, where the light was so translucent that it seemed as if it came from the Gods themselves?
There was beauty everywhere.
From the sloping hills where the Convents blazed white beneath their belfries to the arcades in the City, where pots of camellias, red, white and striped, grew beside the statues of ancient Gods.
She looked up to where the sombre splendour of Vesuvius rising from the fields of lava and ashes was smoking
