"You are happy with me this way, aren't you, George?"
"But you're so beautiful."
The golden-haired girl nodded her head, and the shining blue eyes watched him carefully.
"You see then," Gistla said. "It does make a difference. You love me more this way."
"No," George said, touching her hair again. "I don't love you more, but if you can do this, why then, we'll have no more worries. Don't you see?"
"I think so," Gistla said, looking away.
George's voice was excited, and his eyes darted over her face and body. "Would other people see you as I do?"
"If I wished, yes."
"Then you see? It's all changed! You are what I see. Golden-haired and pale-skinned—"
"I am still Gistla. You would always know that. Would you love something that is not real, just because you see it with your eyes?"