Clad in scarlet, she was a ravishing gypsy entranced by a handsome minstrel. If it hadn't been for the Kansas City Annual Renaissance Festival, they might never have met. Shy, overcautious Alison Smith almost never took chances. Greg Masters had given up a secure future in computers for the theater and an actor's risky life. But in the moment Alison first gazed deep into his blue eyes, she was transported to another world, another time. By night --in dreams -- it was a magical memory of the past, filled with passion and abandon. By day it seemed a moonstruck madness urging her to become bolder, to discover her true self, to embrace a love she had been yearning for through what seemed like centuries of time.