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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.

A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.

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Master Cat stretches as he spins his tale; such a cat-like maneuver & he calls me 'Doll', which I find oddly endearing. A noble lady, smart & beautiful he calls her. But he never actually says what he is to do there. Well, I suppose I only asked him why, not what. The wording is important, after all. Noble, smart, beautiful... but not wealthy. So he does this for some other payment?

He then turns to the Golden Woman & prods her to tell her tale. He calls her 'Fair One', & suddenly I realize why I see her as I do - I can even feel it, briefly, like a shimmer - she is of the Fair Folk. And somehow Master Cat knew this.

And somehow I know this.

If she is aware of this, she does not show it, but draws herself up. She keeps us both in her steady gaze which has turned serious. "I go to rescue my sister, trapped behind those walls of bone and blood."

And my breath catches. Bone & blood (sacrifice). Out of old habit, my arms raise to bring my missing hands to my mouth. Trapped. Her sister. Sister- I was a- no, past is past & there it should stay. This is not my story.

But perhaps I am to play a part in theirs.

She does not elaborate, & they finally look to me to tell my tale. "I serve no mistress who is noble, fair & wise," I say to Master Cat. "Nor do I travel to save one trapped by lies," to the Fair One. "I have no great mission for the tower on high; I travel this path for to find my Why."

I stop, surprised at my own words. Can it really be that simple? And yet, it's not simple at all, is it?

Our rest is brief, & soon the Fair One is helping me onto her horse. She has me sit in front of her, so she might hold on to me & keep me from slipping. Master Cat chooses not to ride, claiming he is fast enough to keep up, but I think it is because of his sword; the metal must be dangerous to the Fair One.

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