A few weeks later, I am cavorting in the fields of Enna with my friends when I see him again. Enna is where my husband first abducted me. I know that my mother does not like me to go there, but the flowers are prettiest in those fields and so I am often drawn there. As I lay in the grass with my two friends, feeling the wind blow through my hair and watching the white flowers bob their heads, I suddenly hear the sound of horse's hooves. I sit up. "Do you hear that?" I ask my friend Adone and she shakes her head. "I can hear horses," I whisper as I stand. My other friend, Lascia, laughs at me. "She's hearing things. All that time in the underworld must have addled her wits." But then the sound comes closer and my friends stand up next to me, watching the horizon. Three men suddenly appear before us, two on white horses, one on a black horse. They are dark-skinned, like slaves, but dressed in fine clothing. The one on the black horse is taller and broader than the others. I recognize him instantly. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/25543