THE LAST WORD
365
touched with sorrow only as all things that fringe on the Infinite are so touched. It was love, the deep love that lives only in deep souls.
They were alone under the high-arching tropical sun. The condor wheeled back over Paraiso Hill unnoticed; barefooted soldiers in ragged denim marched by under the Palace unseen; Ulloa's mounted band brayed itself into the distance unheard.
