“Do you know what it is to hope–to believe in more with no reason but your heart’s wanting it? Every day on my own, I believed the next would bring my more.” In the moonlight his face seemed rounder, younger.   “He treats me well enough. I know this life’s better than I might have had. Today I ate my fill of tarts and drank ale ’til my cheeks tingled . . . And there was something else.” His eyes met mine as he smiled broadly. “I was having this glorious dream about unmaking a maiden until somebody woke me.” I laughed. “No doubting that’s a dream.”