Enarrah awoke. She sat straight up in bed, wide awake, flinging the covers away from her.
She ran to the window and searched the starry night skies.
There, in the faraway distance to the north, faint but visible, shown the rainbow colors of the Aurora and to the west a silvery moon hung low in the sky.
Her hand went of its’ own accord reached to her chest between her breasts, thinking she would feel the lion’s head necklace still there. It was gone, and as she placed her hand flat on her chest over her heart she could feel the warmth of it as if it were still there.
'Sir Ron is ever steadfast' ?
She could not sleep
In a whisper she said, “Luke, dear one, my love. Return to me.”