The awakening taken place with such haste that hurts. His heart was throbbing so hard that he could hardly breeze and he was feeling his mouth full with an indefinite taste, but so intimate and so indispensable…

It was such like he had dreamed that savor which has persisted in a strange way after his wakening. He opened his eyes, but sees nothing, like an amply haze it has been laid over his face.

It came to his mind Elisa’s pall and he wandered if by chance, he had died and the wizard had buried his alongside of his daughter, in the tomb. He passed his hand trough his face and snatching the cover, which it proved to be just a poor shawl, he thrown it away, grumpy ///