“Does she stand on that cliff every day?” Tobias asked.
“Every day,” Raulf replied, looking at the young girl wrapped in her woolen shawl, black hair windswept like a flag.
“But five years! Surely she doesn’t still hope.”
Raulf nodded his head. “Serena insists Jamie will not fail her. He promised, and she must keep trusting.”
Tobias frowned. “She’s so beautiful. I’d gladly have her for my wife. There must be some way to make her see that she needs to move on with her life.”
“She’ll move on … when she sees his sails on the horizon … and not before.”