Ted raised his<br >;yes and stared into the wide blue eyes of the young<br >~armaid. Her eyes were incredibly blue: as blue as the sky<br >mlfway above the horizon on a clear， clea~ day. He knew<br >t was ridiculous to think about the color o~f her eyes， but<br >le looked at them for what seemed to be an eternity. Her<br > ace was on a level with his. She was on her knees by the<br >able. Her frosty-morning， halfway-up-the-clear-blue-sky<br >yes almost matched the color of her dirndl bodice; and<br >hatching the roses embroidered on it， a thin line of red<br > an down from the hole above those eyes.<br >MONDAY， JULY 11 14:45 HOURS<br >SALZBURG<br > Rudi Bischl took a small sip of beer. He wa<br >half the stein--for the wetness， not for the<br >because of the alcohol， he only sipped. The 1<br >admission fee; he had to order something， and<br >would have made him appear even more adc<br >he did. Countering that appearance was one<br >goals. He had worn his brown double-knit jac<br >padded shoulders， even though the weather w<br >for it， because of the bulk it gave his thin fraJ<br >to remember to keep his chin down to minimiz<br >ness and the length of his neck<br > Older people always told him what a blessi<br >look young， how he would come to appreciate<br >They did not consider being taken for seventet<br >are twenty-three to be a serious problem. The<br >anything about him seriously. That was a con<br >ness to him， because he himself was se<br >everything.<br >