Polystom
“He made sure to circle through the air several times to give her the opportunity to see the estate in detail from above. But from his rear pilot’s cockpit he could see that she wasn’t looking down. Her head was cast slightly back, her eyes fixed on the blue-violet of the sky.
There was no point in calling to her during the flight. His words wouldn’t carry. But on landing he stood up and leant forward, supporting himself on the rear rim of her cockpit: ‘I was flying around,’ he said breathlessly, ‘to show you the estate. It’s beautiful, you know.’ He felt foolish saying this last thing. It shouldn’t need pointing out.
‘The sky is lovely,’ she said as she took off her leather helmet. This wasn’t a direct contradiction of his words of course, but in an obscure way it felt like it was. ‘I’d like to be taught flying. I’d like to learn to fly a plane such as this.’ ‘We’ll see,’ said Stom, suddenly angry, as if thwarted.
They climbed out of the plane as servants steadied the wings.
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