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For example, the town of Castelgard, beneath the castle itself. That could certainly be rebuilt.”
    “I suppose . . . Part of it could, yes.”
    “And that’s all we’re asking. Just to rebuild a part.”
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    David Stern wandered out of the storehouse, to find Chris listening with the radio pressed to his ear. “Eavesdropping, Chris?”
    “Shhh,” Chris said. “This is important.”
    Stern shrugged his shoulders. He always felt a little detached from the enthusiasms of the graduate students around him. The others were historians, but Stern was trained as a physicist, and he tended to see things differently. He just couldn’t get very excited about finding another medieval hearth, or a few bones from a burial site. In any case, Stern had only taken this job — which required him to run the electronic equipment, do various chemical analyses, carbon dating, and so on — to be near his girlfriend, who was attending summer school in Toulouse. He had been intrigued by the idea of quantum dating, but so far the equipment had failed to work.

TIMELINE
    On the radio, Kramer was saying, “And if you rebuild part of the town, then you could also rebuild part of the outer castle wall, where it is adjacent to the town. That section there.” She was pointing to a low, ragged wall running northsouth across the site.
    The Professor said, “Well, I suppose we could. . . .”
    “And,” Kramer continued, “you could extend the wall to the south, where it goes into the woods over there. You could clear the woods, and rebuild the tower.”
    Stern and Chris looked at each other.
    “What’s she talking about?” Stern said. “What tower?”
    “Nobody’s even surveyed the woods yet,” Chris said. “We were going to clear it at the end of the summer, and then have it surveyed in the fall.”
    Over the radio, they heard the Professor say, “Your proposal is very interesting, Ms. Kramer. Let me discuss it with the others, and we’ll meet again at lunch.”
    And then in the field below, Chris saw the Professor turn, look directly at them, and point a stabbing finger toward the woods.
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    Leaving the open field of ruins behind, they climbed a green embankment, and entered the woods. The trees were slender, but they grew close together, and beneath their canopy it was dark and cool. Chris Hughes followed the old outer castle wall as it diminished progressively from a waist-high wall to a low outcrop of stones, and then finally to nothing, disappearing beneath the underbrush.
    From then on, he had to bend over, pushing aside the ferns and small plants with his hands in order to see the path of the wall.
    The woods grew thicker around them. He felt a sense of peace here. He remembered that when he had first seen Castelgard, nearly the entire site had been within forest like this. The few standing walls were covered in moss and lichen, and seemed to emerge from the earth like organic forms. There had been a mystery to the site back then. But that had been lost once they cleared the land and began excavations.
    Stern trailed along behind him. Stern didn’t get out of the lab much, and he seemed to be enjoying it. “Why are all the trees so small?” he said.
    “Because it’s a new forest,” Chris said. “Nearly all the forests in the Périgord are less than a hundred years old. All this land used to be cleared, for vineyards.”
    “And?”
    Chris shrugged. “Disease. That blight, phylloxera, killed all the vines around the turn of the century. And the forest grew back.” And he added, “The French wine industry almost vanished. They were saved by importing vines that were phylloxera-resistant, from California. Something they’d rather forget.”
    As he talked, he continued looking at the ground, finding a piece of stone here and there, just enough to enable him to follow the line of the old wall.
    But suddenly, the wall was gone. He’d lost it entirely. Now he would have to double back, pick it up