You like to gossip awhile, or borrow a cup of sugar?”

“Sure. But could I have a swim first? Or is he within binocular range?”

“Not unless he’s got the Mount Palomar telescope. Anyway, you could wear a suit.”

She sniffed. “Swim suit? Fine pagan you are.”

After they’d cooked and eaten breakfast and washed the dishes, he returned to the cockpit. The sun was up now, glaring brassily on the polished surface of the sea. Saracen had swung around on the swell, but he checked the bearing on the compass and located the other boat without difficulty, using the binoculars. It was off the starboard quarter. Rae came up, wrapped in a terrycloth robe and carrying a towel. “Which way is he?”

He handed her the binoculars and pointed. She searched for a moment. “Mmmmm. There he is. Is he really that small, or just so far away?”

“He’s a long way off.”

She grinned. “Far enough, I think. I can’t even tell if there’s anybody on deck.”

he went forward, hung the ladder over the side, unbelted the robe, and let it drop. She stepped across the lifeline, poised for a moment, dived cleanly, and came to the surface almost immediately with a flip of her head to clear the hair from her eyes. He walked forward along the port side, watching the water around and below her, faintly uneasy as he always was when she was down there. Motion pictures to the contrary, sharks didn’t always travel on the surface with their dorsal fins conveniently showing. “Don’t go too far from the ladder,” he warned.

“I won’t.”

She swam back and forth several times and came back to the ladder. When she had her feet on the bottom rung and the lifeline in her hands, he said, “Wait there a minute.” He turned and ran below, grabbed a saucepan, and pumped a quart of fresh water into it at the sink. She watched, puzzled, as he came hurrying back. He knelt and poured it slowly over her head, washing the salt water out of her hair. She began to laugh, and when he put down the saucepan she sprang the rest of the way up the ladder and threw her arms about him. “It’s because I love you,” he said, as wet now as she was.

She kissed him again, and then broke up into laughter once more with her face against his throat. “I was thinking of that woman the Taj Mahal was built for.”

“Why?”

“When she was alive, I bet even her husband didn’t pour a whole quart of fresh water in her hair.”

“Probably nothing but emeralds.”

“The clod.” She pushed back. “But I’d better get some clothes on. They just might have bigger binoculars over there.”

He went back to the cockpit. She dried herself with the towel, wrapped it about her head, put on the robe, and went below. The engine controls were in the cockpit. He set the choke, switched on the ignition, and turned it over with the starter.