oh, and

I had a complementary dream to this one. There were three hessian sacks with children inside. They were all intended to be thrown off the castle walls. (“Good idea,” said Big.)

I only saved one, but in it was a dark-haired baby like Knoa. I was determined above all things to protect her. An angry mob pursued me through the castle, hell-bent on sacrificing the girl in accordance with prophecy, but I managed to evade them, and she was still alive when I woke up.

I’m a little embarrassed: my dreams aren’t usually quite so transparent.

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