The old woman, who had not slept in so many decades, she who had once been a princess, said, ‘You took my dreams. You took my sleep. Now, that’s enough of all that.’ She was a very old woman: her fingers were gnarled, like the roots of a hawthorn bush. Her nose was long, and her eyelids drooped, but there was a look in her eyes in that moment that was the look of someone young.
