I was standing beside my father and the miller. My father looked surprised, the miller seemed slightly ashamed for keeping secrets. And I grew more curious by the moment — who was this girl they spoke of? The villagers’ eyes turned toward the sound of galloping hooves. They smiled, for they knew who it was. Then I saw her — riding towards us, unlike any girl I had ever seen. Beautiful. Radiant. Even in peasant clothes, she seemed almost regal. And she was riding straight toward us
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