I nodded. Our eyes locked; together we looked at the future. “I have heard rumors that there may be a mock vote held here, right in Newport.”
“Would you do it?” she asked me.
“Would you?”
“Yes,” we answered together.
Her gaze dropped back to the powerful words immortalized on the paper. “It changes much,” she said.
I shook my head, “It changes everything.”
We chewed on that for a while, but it was like taking a small bite out of a feast for four hundred.
“Do you want to marry, Ginevra?” I asked her after a time.
She said not a word. She looked up. My gaze followed hers. The sun had reached its apex. Through the straggle that was the beeches' limbs, its form, bright warm rays scurried through the gaps, dappled our faces with its light. We both stared at the limitless sky.
“Yes, I t
