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Chapter Four: October 9, 1809

Another sleepless night: Byron lay awake until morning, looking up at the ceiling. But anyone in the same room with him would have believed him to be sleeping. He did not move, neither turning from side to side nor sitting up nor rising; no, he lay there quietly on his back and stared at the ceiling. ‘Zuleiha,’ he repeated to himself. ‘Zuleiha!’ His lips formed the word silently. Three syllables: zu lei ha. Zu: the incisors in his mouth clicked briefly to make the sound. Lei: the tip of his tongue flitted over his teeth. And ha: his lower lip leapt out as if he were amazed. Oh, how tenderly had Isak pronounced this name! Byron doubted he could do the same.