CHAPTER 35

She had not trusted this world, this dream.
The companions who had walked with her, led
her here. The warrior-prince with pine-green
eyes and who smelled of Terrasen.
Him, she had not dared to believe at all.
Not the words he spoke, but the mere fact that
he was there. She did not trust that he’d
removed the mask, the irons. They had
vanished in other dreams, too—dreams that
had proved false.
But the Little Folk had told her it was true.
All of this. They had said it was safe, and she
was to rest, and they would look after her.