"You'll marry him and like it!" she advised, and left the room, locking the door behind her. Calli collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. True was waiting for her, but oh, her vile, devious mother had coaxed a nobleman's ugly, ugly, rich son to come and marry her, take her away and pay her mother.
"I hate him! I hate him, I hate him, I hate you!" she screamed herself hoarse, pounding on the walls. Outside Kitt bent over on a chair, clutching her knees, and covered her ears, eyes squeezed tight shut.
A faint knocking on the window disturbed Calli, and she rose to see what was tapping. True crouched outside on her windowsill, smiling broadly. Let me in, he mimed. Calli unlocked the window and opened it, and True slipped in like a shadow, closing the window quietly behind him. He took Callillilli in his arms and kissed her.
"You were late; I was worried," he murmured. "What are you doing up here all alone?"
"I..I'm in trouble with Maman." True laughed.
"That's no trouble. Come with me," he said, and gestured to the window. Calli shook her head. "Why?"
"Because....oh, True, I'm getting married!" True's eyes hardened, but he retained his easy attitude.
"Well, I must say that came as a surprise..I don't suppose this is a joke?" Calli shook her head. "Well..." Calli grabbed his hand.
"I don't want to, True! I love you, not some pompous, rich windbag.." True's eyes softened again.
"Then come with me!" he urged, stepping over to the window and raising it. He reached out his hand, and, laughing with relief, Calli took it and swung herself over the window's edge after True.
They landed past the rose bushes and started running, True holding onto Calli's hand tightly and she was pressed hard to keep up, at times losing her footing and sailing like a kite behind him. Finally, he stopped, in the same place where they had met.
"Fate, Calli, remember?" True asked, smiling at her. Calli nodded panting, dirt smudging her cheeks. He took her hand again and they continued to run.