ering, I realized t Black o see me, to borroening to steps.

    Black passed took a feeps and stopped. e stood five paces apart and beronger there was a silence.

    “Remove your veil,” he said in a whisper. “Please.”

    “I’m married. I’m aing my urn.”

    “Remove your veil,” one. “Your  ever come back.”

    “o meet me o tell me this?”

    “Nay, I’ve done so to be able to see you. I’ve been t me look at you just once.”

    I removed it. I udied my face and stared at lengto ths of my eyes.

    “Marriage and motiful. And your face irely different t I remembered.”

    “how had you remembered me?”

    “it of you, I couldn’t  t  you but a fantasy. In our co discuss er seeing images of eac you?  t S fallen in love  sure ree branc o see t image times before falling in love? You used to say t in fairy tales everyt love ougo  saure. But  salked about t trait of your matc have suffered so.”

    e lovely tories of looking at an illustration and falling in love and of ely for me. I noticed tted ted some at time my appreciation of t  bound me to  guilty for  c t rust him.

    e embraced. t I felt no guilt. I let myself be borne a emotion. I ig  ire le t love o be like t ongue into my moutent  I  ; I could thing bad.

    Let me describe for you ’ve been depicted by ter miniaturists of , if tragic story of mine ain amazing illustrations t my fat’s flocation is ecchless wings

    piercing ture’s border suggests tion of tormenting eacive ped so small