‘We seem to have been discovered. I wonder how that happened.’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ Daniel said quickly. ‘I don’t know where we are, and I’ve no way of telling anyone if I did.’ ‘Nevertheless, we are no longer alone.’ ‘Poachers?’ hazarded Daniel, without much hope. ‘I think we should assume it’s the police.’ ‘Does this’ – he didn’t know how to put it – ‘change anything?’ Kant considered, but not for long. ‘I think it might, yes.’ An hour ago, when he thought it was inevitable, Daniel had been able to face death with something approaching composure. Not exactly reconciled, not exactly unafraid, but giving a good enough performance to satisfy the critics. But then, for just a moment, he’d thought he’d dodged the bullet, and with that had come the realisation that appearance isn’t everything, that a good performance may convince the audience but the actor will always know it’s not the real thing. Of course he was afraid, even if he didn’t dare admit it.
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