The girl's name was Hana. Dusk was falling as the girl arrived with her herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy once stood. She decided to spend the night there. She saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away in the night. There were no wolves in the region, she had been told, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the girl had to spend the entire next day searching for it.

She swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book she had just finished reading as a pillow. She told himself that she would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows.

It was still dark when she awoke, and, looking up, she could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof.

I want to sleep a little longer, she thought. She had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again she had awakened before it ended.