Mistress watched me carefully. “Go on.”
I gulped. “Er. The woman has a task and it’s terribly important. I’m so scared. What’s going on?”
Mistress didn’t respond to my question. I got the impression my vision hadn’t surprised her. “What does the woman look like?”
“Tall and strong. A forest dweller. Arrogant like them all. She’s with someone else.”
“Who?” Mistress urged.
The other woman in the image was me. Although we weren’t touching it was obvious affection flowed between me and the forest girl. “It’s me, Mistress. I—like the woman. Very much.” Right then, the forest dweller and I kissed—tenderly and passionately. Around the image, the great river swirled and roiled as if in triumph. Ignoring the sudden arousal and a tightening in my chest, I pulled back my hands in disgust. “Urgh.
