A repeated soft tapping from the window woke her up. She waited, but it simply would not go away. Annoyed, she groggily got out of the bed, covered herself with a fur cloak and curiously went near the window. Carefully, she opened the small shutter only to be greeted by a raven perched on the outer side of the tiny window sill. It was snowing hard outside, and the bird was covered with a coat of white. Its beady eyes looked curiously inside the room. A few moments later, it cawed, shook the snow off itself, turned around and flew away hastily into the night.