Beatrice stands and gazes out at the harbour of La Rocca Sorrentina and thinks,

"Ah, Dio! Life here has been so busy I have not had enough time to write about it! Meetings with Elisabetta, Lady Macbain, the Professore, Hugo and the Conte have kept me quite busy and I must settle down to record what has transpired. My first assumptions about this little island being a quiet backwater have definitely been challenged! Much has happened and is about to happen here that connects us to the rest of Europe - nothing certain of course but I do sense a feeling unrest and competing forces churning just below the surface of this tranquil Rocca.

I will begin to write once I have sorted this in my own mind...perhaps next week."

She turns and retraces her steps back up to the villa and and nods goodbye to the crow who has been a companion in her reverie.