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The illustrations are all in full colour.”
    Don laughed. He handed the news sheet back. “Could give it a go.”
    “Glad to see you have faith, Don.”
    “Ah. Faith. Not so fast. You know me. I’m lacking in that department.” Don dug his hand in his trouser pocket, brought out his handkerchief, and blew his nose. She suspected it was a device to cover his awkwardness, rather than because he was starting a cold.
    “The only way to prove something true or false,” Llewellyn said, “is to suspend disbelief, and agree to conduct an experiment, as if it were true.”
    Don shook his head. “Don’t believe it. Recipe for a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
    Juliet gazed from one to the other. How would Llewellyn counter Don’s argument?
    Silence fell instead.
    The Welshman’s hair stirred in the breeze. “Perhaps you should take part a little more, Don,” he suggested. “You haven’t done that yet, have you? And you’ve been here nearly a week. We’ve all noticed. Why don’t you join in?”
    Don lifted his hands, as if raising a shield against an oncoming charger. “I’m here to sort the finances, not attend my own son’s classes,” he said. “Though he’d be keen enough to show off his skills, I’d be bound.”
    “Come to Dynamic Meditation in the barn tomorrow evening,” said Llewellyn. “You don’t want to miss out. I hope you’ll forgive me for quoting one of my fellow countrymen. The poet R.S. Thomas speaks about seeing the sun break through to illuminate a small field. That might be the experience you’re having now.”
    “Nonsense,” said Don. “Expect me to swallow that?”
    Juliet couldn’t resist a smile.
    “In the poem,” continued Llewellyn, “he goes his way and forgets it.  Years later he discovers it was the one field that had the treasure in it. Do the same, Don, and you might spend the rest of your life searching for it again.”
    His gaze swung round to include both of them. “ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy ,” he remarked.
    “Thought you’d quote that,” grunted Don. Then he sighed. “Idealism of youth. Tell me. What do you know about gullibility, cheating and lies?”
    “Plenty,” Llewellyn said softly. “Put away your cynicism.”
    “You’re persuasive, Llewellyn,” said Juliet. “What’s Dynamic Meditation?”
    Don broke in. “They let all their emotions hang out. Be warned.”
    “You come too, Juliet,” said Llewellyn. “It might open something up in you. Try it. It could help you understand what we’re about.”
    Then he said his goodbyes and walked back through the gateway, leaving her alone with Don once more.
    “So, Don?” she said. “What do you think?”
    “Oh, I’ve heard a silver tongue or two in my time.”
    “But what about Dynamic Meditation?” she persisted. “Will you go? I certainly shall, to make recordings. Why not join me?”
    “Perhaps. If I do, Craig may even…”  He stopped short.
    “Craig may even do what?”
    “Nothing.”
    She felt rebuffed.
    Then he said, “You’ll want a bite of lunch. Come along.” He set off towards the garden gate, and she followed. “Might meet a few more of them,” he flung over his shoulder. “Won’t join you though. Just show you the way.”
    Hmm. No more clues from him then, for a while. But never mind. She’d meet some others.
    As they passed through the gateway, and emerged onto the forecourt again, a door on the north side of the house banged shut, and they heard voices raised in argument.
    “What’s that about?” she asked. “I thought this was a place of love and serenity.”
    “Did you?” Don crossed to the front door and held it open.
    “Yes. Isn’t that what Craig’s brochure promises?” She walked through into the hallway.
    “Look more closely,” said Don, closing the door behind them. “Might find something very different.”
    “Oh?”
    He nodded. “All that talk of heaven. And freedom.” He went