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.She could scarcely tell such a man that she had recognized him from her own interpretation of her aunt's description of him, and dubbing him autocratic.'I - I just - guessed you might be,' she told him.He regarded her steadily for a moment, with some suspicion, she thought, then he gave a barely perceptible shrug of his broad shoulders and took her overnight case from her.'If you will come with me, senorita, we will leave as soon as possible.'Obediently Holly followed him across the blazing hot stretch of runway to the cooler interior of the buildings he had just left.She collected her other luggage and was passed through in a very few minutes, then Marcos Delgaro led the way out of the other side of the building to a kind of forecourt-cum-car park where a large American type car stood under the welcome shade of a cluster of palms.He saw her into her seat with a cool politeness that did nothing to cheer the prospect of a long hot drive with him.She watched him as he walked round the car and took his own seat, using her own long lashes again to cover her scrutiny.He wore a light, pale grey suit, very formal with a white shirt and a grey tie, and somehow he gave the impression of being ascetically unaware of her as a woman.Most men immediately and unhesitatingly made some sign that they found her attractive when they were confronted with a girl as lovely as Holly, and somehow this man's lack of response rankled.Not that she really cared, she told herself, but he had not even smiled at her so far, and she wondered at her own annoyance for his apparent immunity.She put up a hand to brush back her long dark hair as he took his seat beside her and, perhaps unknowingly, she tossed her head in a gesture of defiance for his indifference.She had deep blue eyes, small regular features and an exquisitely fair skin which would never go brown if she spent a year in the Spanish sun.She made a pretty enough picture to attract the eye of any man, except, apparently, the tall, arrogant Spaniard who sat beside her, starting up the engine without even a glance in her direction.'Is it very far to the castle?' she ventured as they turned out of the car park and out on to the winding road she had seen from the air.He shook his head.'Not very far,' he said quietly.'About twenty kilometres, that is all.'Discouraged again, she dared not admit her complete mystification in the matter of kilometres and miles, so she gave her attention to the countryside, although part of her was still very much aware of her companion.Marcos Delgaro was not an easy man to ignore, in fact she found herself rather annoyingly conscious of him as they picked up speed and began to wind their way upwards on the narrow, dusty road.It was not going to be easy driving with him through twenty kilometres of Spanish countryside, however far it might prove to be.As they drove further inland, the changing scene grew more intriguing and delightful.Away from the coast there seemed fewer palm trees, but many more oranges, lemons and olives, particularly olives, with their distinctive grey and twisted trunks and straggling, untidy branches.The whole variety of crops made possible only by the ancient, but still efficient system of irrigation.Little dams and streams channelled the water to the places it was most needed, making a pattern of shiny little runs among the trees.Artificial it may have been, but it had a charmingly natural look and Holly found it enchanting.Enchanting too, were more of those little white houses, like the ones she had spotted from the air, just before they landed.Then they had looked like dolls' houses and pretty enough, but now they appeared even prettier with each one set about by its own tiny patio, shaded by trees - oranges and lemons, and the occasional palm.It all looked so very different and so very Spanish, as she had imagined Spain would look, but rather as if they had stepped back several hundred years.Aunt Nan had said that Spain changed more slowly than most places, but had much to offer that those same countries had long since lost, and at the moment Holly was ready to agree with her wholeheartedly.Where the irrigation system did not reach, there were areas of more barren land and this, she thought, had a harsh, sun-dried look that was much less attractive and yet still had a kind of severe, more rugged, beauty.They seemed to be climbing all the time, and she remembered that her aunt had told her that the Castillo de la Valeroso was set in the higher country, in the hills around the edge of the sherry country.They would pass through the rich, productive vineyards on their way, and she hoped to be able to take photographs later on, to take back with her.Although Marcos Delgaro would probably view such a suggestion with a jaundiced eye.Taking pictures of the castle itself, too, would no doubt not be encouraged, but she intended to take some just the same [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]