She held his face with her two hands and stared into his eyes, large now with fright. "Promise me?"
He stammered out a promise. A promise in the end, that he could not keep.
The singing was so beautiful. A woman's voice, a young woman, perhaps a girl, her lovely voice floated out across the meadow delicately, like butterflies painting the air with a rainbow of colors. The words were strange, a language he did not understand, but felt, felt deep, deep inside.
He listened.
