Chapter 8

　　As she lay on the cold ground, Elizabeth dreamed of a young Arthur Mu. 　　The beautiful scenery of wild flowers on the hillside has distracted her. She has lost sight of her father. The boy is out hunting. He is by himself. 　　Arthur’s facial features are more delicate. His long hair, thick and silky, is pulled back in a bun. He is much shorter. 　　After trying to hunt down a hare, the boy has fallen into a hunter's trap. Elizabeth walks past, and happens upon him, trying to break out of the trap. He is crying in pain. 　　Arthur, thinking that Elizabeth might lose her wits and fall into the trap herself, screams for her to move away. She ignores him and moves closer. She has already pulled out her needle and thread. She squats beside him. 　　“I secretly took this from my mother," she tells the boy. She looks straight at him, staring him in the eye. "It may hurt a little. Just a little bit. You can bear it." 　　"Aren't you afraid?" The boy looks int