And if there was rain there was also
the ending of rain, rainbows, and the piercing of clouds by the
sun's incandescence, and sunsets and the moon, first full, then new
and then growing full again as the holiday wore on.
They found tolerable accommodation at Cattaro and at Cettinje and at
a place halfway between them. It was only when they had secured a
guide and horses, and pushed on into the south-east of Montenegro
that they began to realize the real difficulties of their journey.
They aimed for a place called Podgoritza, which had a partially
justifiable reputation for an inn, they missed the road and spent
the night in the open beside a fire, rolled in the blankets they had
very fortunately bought in Cettinje. They supped on biscuits and
Benham's brandy flask. It chanced to be a fine night, and, drawn
like moths by the fire, four heavily-armed mountaineers came out of
nowhere, sat down beside Benham and Amanda, rolled cigarettes,
achieved conversation in bad Italian through the muleteer and
awaited refreshment. They approved of the brandy highly, they
finished it, and towards dawn warmed to song.
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