"They mean that we share a family," says Laertes, and his smile grows softer, warm and infinitely tender. "We chose them together--the trees doubly crowned; the fenced-off pastures where horses and dogs might run. All our dreams for our marriage, writ small upon mine arm. Sagramore bears marks just like these upon his thigh. They mark us as each other's." Unconsciously, he trails his fingertips over the branching fir at his wrist.