"My name is Dulcinea," she stated quietly looking down at the man who made her believe again.
Sancho nodded and putting his hat back on his head, took her hand and led her out of the room.
There was no more Aldonza; no more poor woman working for the pay in a run-down inn; no more groping with men she did not love in the stable, she was Dulcinea now and she knew she and Sancho would continue the quest, the Impossible Dream. If she could believe, then others could too, that would be her mission. Hers and Sancho's. She knew now that Don Quixote was dead, Sancho would follow her wherever she went, he would be her servant as he was his. They would be inseparable now, Dulcinea and Sancho. And to adventure they go...