Looking East – November 1418

“What are you doing?” Freddy asked, voice low and tight behind her.

“Nothing.”

“Night is falling, please come in.”

“I want to see the stars,” Estella said, thinking silently, ‘Our star.’

“Please, Estella, it isn’t safe,” he cautioned again.

“I just need another moment more.” ‘With him.’

“He’s not coming back,” he said softly, one hand upon her shoulder.

“Why do you say that?”

She looked up at him and saw there horror and regret.

“The Black Men…”

“I don’t believe it.  I won’t, not…. Not ever.”

‘He will come back.  He must,’ she thought, turning again to the east.