I lost track of time and even got lost once. I finally made it back to the hotel after three hours. It was past supper time and I knew I would catch s...it for being late. As I slid the card in the door, I braced myself for the verbal abuse that was about to come. Nobody said anything. I walked in the door and closed it and still nothing. Maybe they went to eat without me. Then I went in farther and froze in place. My "respectable" wife was lying on her back on the bed. She was nude and had her. We're almost at home. I suppose, we can make it to the Erlenburg, before nightfall."Hildburg nodded mutely. She was cold and miserable. Truth be told, she was hungry, too, and now they had to ride on for another two or three hours. There was a way cross ahead, and Bjoern rode up."I'll take my men and ride to Lauheim. I shall join you all in the Erlenburg tomorrow." Godspeed, Brother," Joerg retorted."Don't go and kill Rugenheim without me," Bjoern laughed and kicked the flanks of his horse. He. She was, in every was, his Grace. And he had become her nightmare. She layed next to him, forgetting all about the roast on the table. She closed her eyes, and drifted off herself. It was only eight o’clock. … She awoke feeling like she had slept for three days. Her body sat up quickly, and she turned to make sure he was still asleep. He was gone, but then, so was the bed she knew. She was on white satin sheets, with more room than four of her would take up. The headboard was now a gold frame,. And er, well, also discovering that I had a daughter, that I kind-a knew about from the first dream… Oh come on, you surely can understand what I’m raving on about here! You see, there was yet another very obvious scenario, that sprang into my mind. One that — over the years — had happened to me, maybe a little too often, if I’m being completely honest. Dreams, both pleasant and unpleasant of my youth, including Ottilie, had not been that uncommon for me. Not many really if you add them all.