She turned to me, her eyes lit up like a child seeing a beloved relative return safely from war.
So Isolde was serious about that. I had to respond carefully. One wrong word and she might crack, spiraling into tumult as easily as she now shone. I made sure my voice was measured and even.
“Dear heart, are you sure you were not imagining things? Or mistook your own reflection? Perhaps you fell asleep and were dreaming.”
“I wondered that too. But then Galen appeared. For a long time I thought he was the one. I kept trying to reconcile his face with the image in my mind, but something did not fit right. Then when he disappeared, I knew my instincts had been right. He was not the one. But then I saw him again—the man from my vision—at the tournament.”
Oh no, I think I know where this is le
