The lips were red and curving, and about them played a little smile that was full of mystery as the eyes were full of thought and tenderness.

The figure was delicate and rounded, but not so very tall.

All these things and others I noted, yet it was not by them that I was drawn and held, but rather because I _knew this lady_.
She was the woman of whom, years ago, I had dreamed on the night on which I broke into the Wanderer's tomb at Aar! Never for one moment did I doubt me of this truth.

I was sure.

I was sure.