She is alone.
It is her room; hers, and no-one else's. Kerrak had said so. This should be an auspicious moment for a girl who has spent her entire life sleeping where she eats and works, in cots beside brothers and sisters and clay pots and dirty shoes.
Her thoughts, however, are somewhere else entirely.
[I]“A dream, Agnieszka? Not just any dream, mind – a particular dream. You dreamed of a window. You opened the window and tried to wave away the fog behind it.â€