Martin the Warrior woke up in a sweat and sigh. He was again dreaming
of Rose.
His best friend, Gonff, walked up to him and offered him some tea.
"Aye, matey. Still dreaming of Rose?"
"Yes. If it weren't for me, she'd be still alive."
"But nobeast knows that Cluny has a son and that the son will vow
revenge against yer, matey."
"True, old friend. But I could have died instead of Rose."
Martin closed his eyes and saw the whole battle right before his eyes. His love, fighting her life for him. He saw Dastard (Cluny's son) draw his sword and stick it through Rose's stomach. He then ran to Rose and he begin fighting Dastard. For two hours, he fought Dastard and then finally he killed Dastard. He ran to Rose and put her in his lap. He knew Rose was died. His face was all wet. He took her and started walking to the Abbey.
"Martin!! What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Go back to yer family. Yer family is where yer belongs. Go!"
"Ok. Are yer sure yer okay?" "Yes! Now please go."
Goneff left, shaking his head.
Martin went back to his room, and picked up a sleeping mousebabe.
"Jasmin, yer like yer mother in every way possible."
She woke up and noticed her father holding her and she laugh.