From the very next day he worked longer and harder, falling into bed exhausted each and every night. Still the weeks seemed to pass by at a glacial rate for it didn’t matter how many hours he filled with distractions, there were too many moments where thoughts of Heinrich came flooding back, and with those thoughts a longing that was almost painful.
On the night of the second full moon Wilhelm had an early dinner. He swallowed a mug of ale for courage and then scurried like a thief into the night. The leaf litter was damp though still made a noise beneath the leather of his boots. Who else would be out here? he had to keep asking himself.
When finally he came to the rock at the bend in the stream, he waited. The moon loomed large in the sky and with every sound his heart skipped a beat.
