As Posei played his lyre and sang, it was like rain drops falling on a thirsty man’s lips, all wanted more and more, but Posei could not stop his staring upon the lovely princess Mori, his strange loss. The signs of unhappiness were on his face likewise, placid as it was; dark seas filled his eyes, longing to recapture her. Their souls seemed to be melting back together again, as the music played, the king ate, listened to the music and conversations of all who wanted his attention and in the process, in the course of these events, misplaced the convoluted, intricate moments of the princess, his wife and the lyrist who was showing—by stretching out with their eyes to his wife—they wanted to reunite; the lyrist eyes dissolving into his wife’s eyes. Oh, we cannot begrudge the king, for he did not know the end result, or for that matter, the background of these two unseparable souls, souls that were united long ago, at childhood. Had he known, had he even an inkling, he would not had married her, but so often to please another we give away another ones heart, and for the sake of an alliance the marriage as we all know did take place, for better or worse; and at the moment it was not for the better. And it might be fair to say, this was an awakening for the two at large, for both the Princess and the Lyrist, for they, yes, oh yes indeed, they themselves could no longer hold at bay their love for one another, nor deal with another impending separation: this would be to much, way to much to endure.

Yes, yes without a doubt, both showed the unhappy emptiness of a loss now found and afraid at present to let it drift or go—, go away like it did once before. Posei’s eyes sunk like the flames of a golden horizon, his legs even weakened. They both felt their limbs wanting to reach out and hold one another.

He played the song, a very short song of the Nrutas’ legendary giant squib that lived in the deep waters of the Great Volcano, in the valley region where the shepherds lived (and now you shall see he words((to hum, read or sing)):

Nrutas Squib

Ebbing in the semi-tropic placid waters, Within the yawning and ash filled deep, Within the volcanoes sub-marine lives: The giant squid; here he resides within And waits for his victims, the scorned—; Thus, one dark archasteroid-mystery!...