Dreams
Part 2
He broke the silence, “I’m asking the hard questions today.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the asking. Sometimes there are no answers or easy ones for that matter.”
They continued working. She prayed he would leave after they finished this row. But he didn’t. The bell rang alerting everyone the sun was setting. They walked toward the barracks, “are you staying for dinner?” It was the polite thing to ask.
He pointed, “lead the way.”
Neither of them spoke through dinner. They talked to the people around them but not to each other.
Max eyed Frego with a confused looked. Frego shrugged the best he could without being noticed.
“Where are you staying tonight?”
“With dad.” Came her dry reply. “My king.”
“May I walk you?”
“Thank you, my king.”
Frego couldn’t wait for them to leave so he could speculate with Max.
When they were in the street, she started walking toward the palace. “Where are you going?”
“I’m walking you home. Max is still eating.”
“There are 18 more of you.” He gently reminded her. She changed her direction back toward her dad’s. “What did I say that upset you?” He sat on a random wall. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. It wasn’t time. Her time or God’s time? She wasn’t sure. She was thankful it was dark. This way he couldn’t/wouldn’t see. “Kes, I’ve been dreaming about you. The woman I see in my dreams is not the woman I see when I’m awake.”
She choked on her words, “what’s the difference?” Maybe if she redirected? “You told me about the battle of Youn-der? How am I not that person?”
“These are dreams. They are not memories. What is God trying to show me?”
Her answer was as emotionless as she could get it. “You haven’t shared these with me.”
“I know it’s dark. Look at me, please.” The features of his face were soft in the sparse light.
The effort it took was immense. ‘Blank,’ she told herself. ‘Be blank.’
He studied her face before he spoke. “God, I believe, has put this on my heart. I’m worried about you. All I ever see is this amazingly strong woman. You are amazing and you are strong.”
“God has to tell you to worry about me?”
“That was not my intended direction.” She shook her head. “I feel like there is nothing you can’t do? Name something you can’t do.”
“Sing.”
“That was a quick response.”
“Well, I can’t.” She protested. “I appreciate your worry. It makes me a little glad to think someone worries about me. Even if God had to poke you. But you don’t have too. I know you have greater worries.”
“I know your dad does.” She didn’t respond.
Kessa felt a new presents. Someone carrying a torch came around a corner walking toward them. The upset man growled through gritted teeth, “get your lazy drunk ass off my wall.” Kol didn’t say a word but turned to face the angry man. His eyes got large and round. Frighten, he dropped the torch before turning and ran back toward his house giving Kessa a chance to disappear into the darkness.
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