I found Malgiolio and Dalakis in the midst of an argument. It appeared that Malgiolio wanted some of the soldiers to be kept in the house for our protection. Dalakis said it was unnecessary, arguing that the soldiers had better things to do.
âWhatâs more important than seeing to our safety?â said Malgiolio. âWe could be killed here.â He stood by the liquor cabinet, slapping his fist into the palm of his left hand.
âAbsolute foolishness. Weâre perfectly safe as long as we stay inside.â Dalakis laughed and shook his head, as if he found something lovable about Malgiolioâs fear. âExplain it to him, Batterby. Nobodyâs going to burst in here, although I expect we should close the curtains.â
So often had I been the butt of Malgiolioâs jokes that his fear gave me a little twinge of pleasure. âCarlâs right,â I said. âWhat danger is there? Certainly, Iâd prefer to be home, but here at least weâll be well fed.â
As I spoke, Dalakis crossed the room and closed the drapes, which were made of a dark blue material with pictures of birds, much like the tropical birds in the garden. âSee,â he said, ânow we canât even hear the gunshots.â
âIâd feel safer if I was armed,â said Malgiolio.
I started to make some light remark about Señora Pucciniâs pistol but decided against it. Most likely it would upset Malgiolio even more. The door opened and Pacheco entered.
âIâve come to escort you to the dining room. Everything is a little disturbed, as you can imagine. Iâm afraid youâll have to start your soup without me. I must do a bit more work on that fellowâs leg.â
We passed through the hall in single file. Several soldiers looked at us sullenly. Here they were risking their lives while we were about to sit down to dinner. Theyâd probably had little to eat all day. The wounded man remained unconscious, his face so white that he appeared dead. We entered the dining room, which was next to the library. I was expecting it to be elaborate and so was not surprised, but behind me I could hear Dalakis catch his breath.
It was a long room with a crystal chandelier suspended over the table. But what was particularly striking was that the table was set for the entire groupânot only for us but for the six who hadnât come and the other six who hadnât even been expected. It was set for sixteen: a seat on either end and seven on each side. And there were flowers everywhere. The long table had four different vases with complicated arrangements of at least a dozen different flowers. Unfortunately, I have never been an admirer of cut flowers and yet the extravagance of color as well as the palpable weight of their scent took oneâs breath simply as spectacle. A second door at the far end of the room opened onto the corridor that ran along the edge of the garden, and through a window I could see the cages of the tropical birds.
âAs you can see, you have a wide choice of seats,â said Pacheco. âSit where you wish. Iâll return as soon as possible.â
We watched him leave, then looked back at the table, which was covered with a thick white cloth. Each place setting included four separate wine glasses and eight pieces of silver. Malgiolio picked up a knife, felt its weight, then returned it to the table. The napkins were dark blue linen.
âShall we all sit at one end?â said Malgiolio, and immediately took his place at the far end opposite the open door giving a view of the garden. I sat down across from him and Dalakis sat on my left. The place at the head of the table we reserved for Pacheco. It was odd to look past Dalakis at that vast expanse of table with those flowers and elaborate place settings and think no one would be sitting there.
As soon as we were seated, a young man entered through the open door with a tray of oysters.