She felt it more clearly than ever this morning: the certainty that the ugliness of the men in the city and the ugliness of her suffering were transient accidentswhile the smiling sense of hope within her at the sight of a sun-flooded forest, the sense of an unlimited promise, was the permanent and the real. Daron blotted out in shadow, and was behind the one as he spun on his heel. A wave of panic shot down the bond from birgitte.
Sometimes his hopes ran high -- so high that he would venture to get out his regalia and practise before the looking-glass.
But where would they go if they had to leave.