When I woke up the next day, I could remember my dream, or most of it, very vividly and of course it was about the beautiful young woman. I had dreamt of being alone with her on a nice little plain. We were dressed like local royalty of some sort and she laughed at my jokes. In my dream, I spoke in English, but I knew that in reality, she knew no English or did she? I wished I could know her name, but why couldn't I? She lived only next door. I could ask Gret, if only his sly mind would not imagine unthinkable things. Perhaps I could find...