"Then we are well acquainted already."

"Are you really an ogre?"

"I think the answer is probably yes."

"You're not a giant, though."

"I'm sorry about that.''

"Do you eat people?"

"Do I look like a cannibal?"

"What is a cannibal, Mama?"

"Someone who eats people," I said.

"They do not form a regular part of my diet," he told her.

"Would you eat me?"

"This is a silly conversation," I said. "You know it is, Katie."

He laughed and taking her by the chin smiled at her. "Not for breakfast," he said.

"Dinner then?"

"I should have to fatten you up."

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," chanted Katie, "I smell the blood of an English girl."

She giggled.

I said to him: "Did you want to see my father?"

"No. I wanted to make sure that all was well and that he had overcome his bad luck."

"He was grateful to you," I said.

"If all is well, I am satisfied." He added, "What do you think of this?" He waved his hand. "This . . . ceremony?"

"It is very interesting."

"Quite amusing . . . briefly, for the lady of business from London and Paris."

"Quite amusing."

"I see that Mademoiselle Katie is entranced. Mademoiselle, I should like to show you a true vendange . . . just how it has been done for the last hundreds of years ... the way they do it at my chateau. Will you honour me by attending?''

"Do you mean to come to yours? Oh yes, please. We will, won't we, Mama?"

I said: "We shall have to see."

"But why can't we go?"

"We must see what plans your grandfather has for us."

"He hasn't any."

"Then," said the Comte, "it is arranged. Madame Sallonger, Mademoiselle Katie, you are to be my guests. It will be in three days from now."

Katie clapped her hands.

"I promise not to eat you," he added.

Katie lifted her shoulders and giggled.

My father had seen us and came speedily towards us.

"Monsieur le Comte.''

He rose smiling urbanely as though it were the most natural thing to call casually on an enemy of years' standing.

"I'm glad all went well, St. Allengere."

"I have to thank you," began my father stiffly.

"Don't think of it. It was the only thing to do. I heard about the accident. What a time for it to happen! I guessed your predicament and so I sent the men."

"They came just in time."

"Then I am content."

"I am indebted to you," went on my father.

The Comte waved his hand. "Madame Sallonger and Mademoiselle Katie have just agreed to come to the chateau vendange. That is ample reward for the little service I have been able to render."

My father looked stunned. He said: "I am sure the Comte will want to look round. Would you care to come with me, Comte?"

"With pleasure."

He was smiling secretively as he bowed first to me, then to Katie; and we watched him walk off with my father.

"He's not a giant,'' said Katie. ''But he's better than a giant. He makes me laugh. I like him, don't you, Mama?"

I was silent.

She looked disappointed. "He doesn't really eat people. That was only a joke."

"Oh?" I said.

"I like him," she added, almost defiantly.

I did not see him again that night.

I was glad to be alone in my room. There was no doubt that he was disturbing. I wondered why he had sent those men and why he had actually put in an appearance tonight. First he had shown his power by commanding the itinerant workers to come to him and then he had made the grand gesture. I thought it had all been rather contrived.

I lay awake for a long time thinking of him.

In the morning, when we were alone together, my father said: "The Comte is acting very strangely ... to turn up like that, as though we had been fast friends for years. We have never had any communication whatsoever."

"Well, he did send the men over."

"Why? In the normal way he would have snapped his fingers at us. He would have been glad if our harvest had been spoilt. We are, in a measure, rivals. Moreover his family have had a long-standing feud with ours."

"Not you personally."

"My father and he are at daggers drawn. If they could do each other an ill turn there would be no hesitation. Why this sudden volte facet" He looked at me searchingly and I felt myself flushing. "You met him, of course."

"Yes, in the woods. I told you."

"I think this must be something to do with you. You will have to be careful, Lenore.''

"Don't worry about me."

"I think he may well be planning to pursue you. He is said to be susceptible and you are attractive."

"He seemed to like Katie.''

"I expect that is part of the act. He apparently has little in-terest in his own son."

"Katie was greatly taken with him. He played along with her little game of ogres and cannibalistic tendencies. He seemed amused."

"I don't like it. I have looked forward so much to your coming here, and now I think I shall be relieved when we return to Paris."

"Don't worry," I told him. "I am not a young and innocent girl. Remember I am a widow with a child."

"I know. But he is said to be a very attractive man."

''I am sure he sees himself in that light.''

''I fear others do, too.''

"I tell you not to worry."

"But you have promised to go to his vendange."

"Katie more or less accepted before I could intervene."

My father shook his head. "I don't like it," he repeated.

"All will be well," I assured him.

And I was thinking: / did like it-although I was sure my father was right and the Comte probably thought that I should be an easy conquest.

I was greatly looking forward to proving him wrong.

That night will always stand out clearly in my memory. At the time there seemed something unreal about it. I can shut my eyes even now and recall it in every detail. The air was so clear that the stars seemed close above; it was warm and windless. The voices of the revellers came to us from a little distance away-singing to the accompaniment of violins, accordions, triangles and drums.

But most of all I remembered the Comte. He had somehow arranged that he and I should be apart from the others and we sat in a small courtyard about whose grey walls bougainvilleas bloomed and there was a smell of frangipani in the air. I sipped the special wine which he had had brought from his cellars and nibbled the cake which had been made for the occasion and which was a feature of the vendange.

From the moment he had sent his carriage to conduct Katie and me to the chateau it had been an enchanted evening. It was a somewhat cumbersome vehicle although very dignified with his family's arms engraved on it. My father had been concerned and I had reassured him. I should be all right and Katie was with me. I said we should return at midnight and he muttered something about its being late for Katie to which I had said she might stay up for once and no harm would be done.

He was certain that the Comte was set on a course of seduction. I was largely in agreement with him, but I had no intention of becoming the easy victim of a philanderer; and I felt I had been serious too long and should be none the worse for a little light entertainment which I intended this to be.

How magnificent was the castle! It overwhelmed one with its antiquity. As we approached the platform on which it stood a feeling of anticipation swept over me. This night was going to be like no other. The high round tower of the main wing encircled by a corbelled parapet, the cylindrical towers which flanked the building, the thick massive walls, the narrow slits of windows ... it all seemed to me entirely medieval. I felt that I was passing into another world.

The Comte greeted us with his son Raoul beside him. Katie and the boy eyed each other speculatively. Katie took the initiative and said: "Hello, Raoul. Do you really live here?" Then she wanted to know whether they poured boiling oil down on their enemies.

"Oh, we have more subtle means of dealing with them nowadays," said the Comte.

As I stood in that ancient hall, I felt the past closing in on me and the Comte was an essential part of it-the overlord, the all powerful seigneur who believed that he could claim the droit de seigneur now, as his ancestors had undoubtedly done in the past.

I looked about at the weapons hanging on the walls, the great fireplace over which was displayed the arms of Carsonne, the embrasures in which there were stone benches, clearly centuries old. It was impressive indeed.

The Comte had arranged everything as he had intended it should go. He said he knew that Katie was eager to observe the manner in which they conducted the wine making at the chateau.

"Here we observe tradition," he said. "Everything must be done as it was hundreds of years ago. You will want to see the treading." He told Raoul that he must look after his guest. He summoned Raoul's tutor, Monsieur Grenier, to take charge of the two of them. The housekeeper, Madame Le Grand, appeared and was presented to me. She would make sure that the children's wine was well watered. She knew they were longing to taste the vendange cake.

So tactfully was it all arranged that Katie went off happily with them, which left me alone with the Comte.

It was an unforgettable scene.

We saw the men with their laden baskets marching to the troughs in which the grapes were to be trod to the sound of music. They must have been about three feet deep when the treaders appeared.

The Comte was watching me closely. "You are thinking this is unhygienic. Let me assure you that every precaution has been taken. All the utensils have been disinfected. The treaders' legs and feet have been scrubbed. You see, they are in a special sort of short trousers . . . all of them, men and women. This is how it has always been done at the chateau. They will sing our traditional folk songs as they dance. Ah, they are beginning."

I watched them, dancing methodically as their feet sank lower and lower into the purple juice.

"They will go on till midnight."

"Katie ..."

"Is very happy with Raoul. Grenier and Madame Le Grand will see that she is all right.''

"I think I. . ."

"Let us enjoy a little freedom for a while. It is good for us . . . even the children. Have no fear. Before midnight strikes you will be safely on your way. I give you my word. I swear it."