Oh,
Michael, I've been so afraid!" It was some time before he could calm
her enough to give voice to his own bewilderment.
"It's all right, now. It's over. But the strange truth is....." He
hesitated, not wanting to upset her further. "I
thought it was the end for me as well, though they only took me to
stand with the other prisoners. That day, and especially those first
moments when I regained consciousness, have woven themselves in and
out of my nightmares ever since. I don't understand. How could you
have known?"
Surprisingly, it was the widow Scott who shed light on this first part
of the mystery. "I've heard it said that twins, or merely siblings who
have been close since childhood, can be miles apart, after a
separations of years, and suddenly know when the other is ill or in
danger. The two of you, growing up as brother and sister, were every
bit as close. And in some ways you shared a bond that was closer
still, because you were in love.
"I once heard you, Mary, cry out `Wolf!' in your sleep, only to learn
the next day that Michael had had a terrible dream, in which he was
being torn apart by wolves.
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