There are choices, she thought, when she had sat long enough. There are always choices. She made one. The queen began to walk, and the dwarfs followed her. “You do know we’re heading east, don’t you?” said one of the dwarfs. “Oh yes,” said the queen. “Well, that’s all right then,” said the dwarf. They walked to the east, all four of them, away from the sunset and the lands they knew, and into the night.
