She remembered…

They had danced and laughed beneath a Barley Moon...their love as fresh as the harvest laid before them.

"Will you love me when I’ m old and my hair has turned to silver?" she asked

“ I will love you beyond the Otherworld” he replied. “ For to me you will always be as fair as the corn that lies beneath our feet”.

As she reached across his sleeping body, a lock of her silver hair fell across his cheek.

“My love” he whispered, reaching for her.

… She smiled.