It had been his anguish and not Ray’s that had subconsciously flashed me that urgent S.O.S. and now his help was beyond my reach. His death may, of course, have fused the currents running between Ray and myself, but it seemed more likely that it would simply remove the obstruction he’d imposed, leaving me still more vulnerable to Ray’s influence. The meeting with the St Cyrs was arranged for Hugo’s free period that morning and there could hardly have been a less appropriate time to discuss my future. Hugo and Martha had been as shaken as I by the dramatic fulfilment of my premonition. “I really think we should postpone this meeting,” Hugo began worriedly. “Instead of committing yourself to an indefinite stay it would be more sensible to go home while you still can.” I shook my head. “Running away won’t solve anything. It never has, though it’s taken me a long time to realize it.” “But I keep thinking of the dreams you told us about.
