The day after that, when Dael rose early in the morning and started for the well with water jugs under each arm, he saw Flavia again. This time she was sitting in the garden, on the edge of the fountain, staring at her reflection. Every once in a while, she’d reach out, hand darting fast as a snake, and thrust her hand into the water.
Each time, her hand came out empty.
Dael came to stand beside her, curious.
On the surface of the water, he saw her reflection.
She struck the water again.
“Why mar such a lovely image?”
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