Melodica could see the knight at sunset. She sat in front of the mirror and saw him riding near the stream. Three golden towers on his surcoat peeked out between the folds of his black cloak; the cloak fanned down his back onto his horse’s golden flanks. The knight of Glavinore’s face was in shadow but Melodica could still see its weathered lines. His hair was blacker than night and pulled back into a silver clip at the base of this neck. The most startling thing about the knight had to be his eyes. They were brighter than the brightest blue. The setting sun caught them and the shine of them muted the color of the water and sky. She mused over him and scratched at a bug bite before running a hand down her hair. Melodica’s own hair was long, woody in color, and tangled as if birds lived in it, fell over her eyes, which glittered with uncertain color. Her eyes were as dark as the depths of the sea and they changed color with it but they held the knight now. She brushed her hand over the mirror as if she wanted to hold him. The horses steady pace could take her across miles and days. The knight and his horse followed the water until nightfall. Melodica longed to leave the tower and dance in the moon light but she knew that such a thing could never happen. Leaving the tower meant certain death. The bard had made sure Melodica knew that before she entered but the world seemed a small price to pay. Staying meant a slow death then, better life as a prisoner than death to Umbria and all she held dear.