The pedlar raised a hand to shield his eyes.
The elf was lying on the ground, exactly where he had fallen;
the woman was sitting by his side.
She was wearing a dress of pearl grey velvet, with sleeves of
vivid blue, and her hair fell over her smooth, pale shoulders
like strands of the purest gold.
She was his destinyhis doom, if the lockets
whisper was to be believed...
But the locket was wrong. He would take her, as he had taken
all the rest, andunlike the resthe would keep
her (in a blue crystal vial).
And he would take her hair, and weave it into a braid, to wear
about his neck.