“When she first brought me to Krosno I was … so naïve. Frankly, I was no better than a pretty idiot. Perhaps I am unfair. A very pretty idiot. I think it was late spring, maybe early summer…” The baron frowned, scratching his neck. “No! Mid-spring, definitely, I remember the trees were coming into leaf…” “My God,” breathed Brother Diaz. The revelation burst upon him, a mind-expanding epiphany. If the trees had been coming into leaf … that would have been mid-spring! Bishop Apollonia was similarly moved. “Trees … in leaf.” Tears ran freely down her cheeks.
