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is about to toss a pebble at the window pane, taking a chance at being foundout and shot down like a burglar in the night, when the sash opens and he sees,framed like a picture, Celina’s tense face. Jonas signals to her. She opens thewindow wider, climbs onto the ledge and drops onto the back of Passarinho,who calmly accepts the extra load. Celina’s arms encircle Jonas’s waist and sheis leaning against him, turning him into a big hard pillow: her face rests on hisshoulder, her breasts are pressed against his back – one and the other, the riderand his stolen lady, a misshapen figure with a strange back and four legs, inthe darkened light of the obscure new moon. He lightly touches Passarinho’sflanks with his spurs, and the horse, observed by three dogs that are scratchingthemselves, picking at fleas, and still waiting for a piece of meat, retreats into thedeeper shade of the cacoa trees – a compact shadow where it is hard to see thefruit-laden trunks among which the horse is guided.Jonas feels the warmth of the girl’s breasts against his back. Tightly bound,for him they are like two suppressed flames. Lukewarm, warm, hot. Hot, too areher face, the arms that enfold the rider. Naked in the warmth of the bed, inthe shamelessness of intimacy, Celina must burn deliciously, from head to toe –and now Jonas focuses his desire on the first moment they are alone and safefrom Castro Guerra, on their entanglement, which at first must be frenzied, theirbodies shaken by spasms.“Are you sleepy?” Jonas asks.“A little.”“Try not to fall sleep. Keep fighting to stay awake until we get away.”“Where are you taking me?”“We’ll stay the night at a friend’s house. Tomorrow we’ll be back on the run.”“Do you know where we’re going?”“Not right now. Not yet.”“I’m afraid,” Celina whispers.“Fear is a luxury now, after what we’ve done,” he says.“My father and brothers are probably after us already.”“Maybe not. They’re busy all day and at night, right after dinner, they gostraight to bed. They sleep like rocks, like animals.”“That’s true.”“But in the morning, they’ll come to look for me, find out that we’ve fled andunleash the dogs.”“Their dogs won’t bite us.”“But they’ll find our scent and track us down.”“I promise not to leave a trail,” says Jonas says, turning in the saddle, in anattempt to give her a kiss. But he only brushes her hair, which is fragrant. Inflamed,afraid of losing track of their escape because all his senses were focused on thewoman, Jonas crosses a shallow river in an unaccustomed spot to elude thepursuers, and rides along the other bank before heading up the ravine. HoldingHÉLIO PÓLVORA301