“Get me some tea, will you?” he told the girl and she left.
He lowered his head and buried his face in his hands. Shortly, he noticed someone serving him the tea and a voice he’d recognize even in his dreams saying, “Here’s your tea, sir.” Slowly, he raised his head and went white as he saw who stood before him. “Hannah?”
She continued to stand, and then, she smiled. It was obvious she was happy to see him.
“Hannah.” He stood up and spread out his hands to hug her. He remembered instantly she was a maiden and wasn’t related to him in any way. He put down his hands. “Hannah,” he said a third time.
“Christopher. I would address you properly if you told me your complete name. I could equally ask what you’re doing here but I know you’re from Forzaland. Are you from Dixford? Is your famil
