Amazingly, there was a girl peering through the gate straight at him. Her mouth was wide open, gaping. Was she... dreaming? Could this be it? The thing she had been hoping for all this time? There were no words. The last thing she'd expected when she set out that morning was... this. It was the last day before she was going to leave for the city to stay with her aunt and find a job, or worse... a husband.<br/><br/>But her thoughts were not on that now. Stories of times passed came rushing into head: stories that her grandparents had told her of a time long ago. All that there was between her and those stories was a locked gate. "Beautiful..." she murmured, transfixed.