among the trees without uttering another word.
Victoria sat beside the pit in confusion for a long time, occasionally throwing dry grass-blades into it. She sadly examined the spoiled manicure, while biting the tips of her dirty hair pulled up in a tail.
“My life has sure changed dramatically in the last few days, to an incredible degree, and it’s me who brought it upon myself… I’ll wash my head, I can heat up a pot of water… But how am I supposed to bury the corpse? A-a-a!” Victoria began to cry and covered her face with her hands.
A light wave of warm air blew into her face. Victoria slowly opened her eyes, afraid to make another move. The huge collar of the dress was iridescent. The flowers on the embroidery changed color from black to light green, then to purple… She felt calm and appeasement. Her hair went loose, and she felt someone slowly comb her hair…
“What is this?” Whispered Victoria, examining the collar with iridescent flowers. “Are you calming me down?”
With a slightly perceptible wind, the collar rose and soaked the tears on her face.
“It’s too much. Do you want me to go crazy?”
The color waves on the collar slowed down slightly, the flowers became blue.
“I agree,” Victoria said softly. “I do not know much, maybe I should read your library. But thank you, I really feel better now. Fear is gone, as well as the desperation. Thank you…”
And she gently stroked the collar, adjusting the dress.
“Okay, let’s assume that I’m a brave girl,” Victoria said aloud, and, tied the rope to a tree, and threw the other end into the pit.
She climbed down carefully, and then quickly tied the wild boar with a rope, trying not to look at the human. She got out in a clap. It was easy to pull the boar out of the pit. Vic was no longer surprised about her new power.
The boar had obviously fallen into the pit recently. It was covered with fresh blood. Its hair was still warm.
“It’s not enough for a shawl,” sighed Victoria. “But I guess I have to start with something, otherwise I’ll be here forever.” Having untied the rope from the tree, she dragged the boar into the hut.
She quickly found the shovel in the attic. She also noticed a spindle with a spinning wheel, carefully covered with a dusty cloth.
Victoria didn’t feel like going back to the pit, but she had to.
The man was lying awkwardly crouched, his hands clasped. Victoria was shaking all over. Trying not to panic, she tightly tied him with a rope and instantly climbed out of the pit.
“I need to dig a grave for him,” she said to herself, “I can’t look at him. And then I’ll get him out and quickly put in the grave… That I can do, ‘she reassured herself.
The easiest part of the day was to sharpen the paling in the pits; first in the one she had freed, then in the second, which was located near the lake, easy to find. It was already dark, and Victoria walked slowly to the hut. She almost didn’t feel tired, the dress helped her a lot, giving her strength and power, but she was lonesome, and couldn’t cope with it. For the first time in her life she had to bury a man, even though he was a stranger…
The collar managed to cheer her up a little. Flowers shimmered and brightly lit the way, like a lantern.
Victoria returned later than Trap. Approaching the hut, she noticed Trap in the clearing. She made a large broiling rack and was frying a boar.
“It will be ready soon,” she winked at Victoria. “You’re doing fine today, eat, and go to bed.”
“Thank you,” Victoria smiled sadly and sat down beside Trap. “I am to go to the village,” Victoria said quietly.
“What for?” Trap turned to her.
“Wool. Maybe I’ll find it there.”
“Well, yes, they have goats there, that’s true. Go, you can bring one home, it would be nice to have milk. Head north, you won’t get lost, the dress will help you.” Trap approved.
The boar turned out delicious. Trap and Victoria were sitting in the clearing for a long time, listening to the chirping of birds.
“She likes the stars…” Victoria thought, watching Trap as she looked thoughtfully into the night sky.
“I’m going to sleep then. Thank you for the dinner.” Victoria rose from the grass and walked slowly into the house.
Trap wrapped up in her old shawl and nodded in approval.
Victoria changed her clothes and neatly put the dress on the chest. She curled up on other two chests. She no longer felt their stiffness, as she really wanted to sleep. But all of a sudden, the chests transformed into a soft bed with pillows and a blanket.
“Thank you,” Victoria whispered weakly, smiled and fell into sleep.
Early in the morning, Trap was gone. Victoria washed herself, changed her clothes and found old scissors in the attic. She went out onto the clearing and plunged into reverie, looking at the huge furry spruce around her…
“Where is the nearest village?”
She was staring at the spruce branch for several minutes.
“Why haven’t I seen your beauty before?” She slowly stroked the rough trunk of the tree. A light wind slightly lifted the hem of the dress.
“Looks like I’ll learn to understand the wind soon. Do I understand you correctly? Was that a direction?”
But the wind didn’t answer. Somewhere deep inside, timidly, as if trying to get to know her, inner confidence in her actions awoke.
“Well, Victoria, now we need to go there… It’s very simple,” Confidence grew bolder. “Listen, and you will hear… Look, and you will see. And I will help.”
“All right, that’s a bargain,” Victoria said softly. “We need to get to the village. And if I understand it correctly, we need to go straight.”
“That’s right,” whispered the confidence.
“I have to take food along,” thought Victoria, cutting a piece of meat from the boar and wrapping it in bag cloth. She fixed a small bindle and swung it to her back.
“There we go. Funny, no one ate it up during the night… It seems that the beasts are avoiding the house, they feel there’s something fishy going on here… I’s time for me to think about going back home, preferably unharmed, both mentally and physically.” Victoria looked back at the hut.
“One question bothers me, confidence. A poser, that is… This was me, who thought about the food, and that was you, who gave a clue on signs, is that right? It’s not that I have any problems with that, perish the thought! It’s just that the split mind is not what I need right now.”
“What?” She heard a surprised voice of confidence.
“I’m sorry, dress, is that you?”
“It’s me,” Victoria felt embarrassment. “But I liked the new name, ‘Confidence’. Could you call me that?”
“No problem,” Victoria smiled. “That’s better… I’ve brought something upon myself.”
“I understand… But I like you. You duly raise the hemstitch, and you hear me perfectly well!”
“You know, I’m also very happy, especially that you can talk. Very nice to meet you, can I ask another question?”
“Of course.” The dress livened up a little.
“You hear my thoughts, don’t you? Well, what am I thinking about?”
“No,