<br/>Robin watched her for a moment, studying her expression intently.  His blue eyes wandered back and forth over her face like a typewriter, as if trying to read her thoughts, her memories, her fears.  Tiny specks of gold twinkled from within the blue, like fish leaping from the surface of a clear blue lake.<br/><br/>Then he smiled.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about that, Pr-- Jude.  You'll know what to do, when the time comes.  I know you will."<br/><br/>He squeezed her hand tightly, then let go.<br/><br/>"I have to go talk with someone now.  Please finish the rest of your soup, Your H--Jude.  I'll be right back in a moment."<br/><br/>He walked to the entrance of the cottage, and, with a reassuring grin at her over his shoulder, pushed the door open and walked out, letting the door close behind him.<br/><br/>By now, rosy beams of sunlight were filtering through the windows and the cracks in the cottage roof.  The crickets had grown silent, and the trill of a bluebird filtered through to Jude's ears.<br/><br/>Something else flittered in through the window.  At first, it looked like a moth or a bee or a small golden hummingbird, as it buzzed through the air.  But when it settled on the table by Jude's hand, she could see that it was, in fact, a tiny girl.  A girl with golden wings and golden hair, so long that it covered most of her body.  In fact, she didn't appear to be wearing any clothes at all, but that was all right, because what bits of her that weren't too small to see were mostly hidden by the hair or the wings.<br/><br/>She blinked up at Jude with disproportionately huge eyes, and made a soft, lilting buzzing sound.  It almost sounded like a question.