Beyond the fine tapestry and the drunkenness of the banquet the king did not see nor guess the winter weaving of a loss to be, for the lover, the lover Posei who had now forgotten the seven years of loneliness, and wanderings in the pastures, plains and valleys and the rolling hills where he was sent, and where he dreamt day and night, night and day of his reunion with his long lost soul mate. Her beauty and love came back to him, especially those dark strange enchanting eyes, now but a short distance away; and her realms of bronze skin. Her advise, and comments and everyday whispers and wishes, were all stuck deep inside his chest now, congesting him; there was no big moments in their lives, just a whole lot of little ones that froze each other’s hearts, and when separated they melted, and now again, now again they were being frozen.

Furthermore, Moir, in a whisper to her soul murmured in a lull,

‘My love in a single day has captured my heart back, captured me beyond fear of death or pain; he has filled my bleak life, filled me with completeness.’

Thus, she felt no longer alone, life was fresh, vibrant.

As the festivities went on, they both, Posei and Mori, ran off and submerged themselves in the deepest part of the woods, leaving the city and all its glory; Posei holding onto her one hand and his other hand onto his lyre. They ran and ran and they ran, until they couldn’t run anymore; laughing and smiling, and her dress waving in the wind and her hair waving with her dress. The lost love within them was rebuild within the running against the wind.

In the process of their running, they had also captured a ride from a farmer, and now he had stopped, stopped after the long ride; days later they found themselves in the Valley of the Shepherds not even remembering how they got there, where nearby was the Great Volcano of the Squid, it was at that instant that they both sat quietly against a big cedar tree, just outside the Great Cedar Forest.

Said Posei—as Mori, laid her head against his left arm, on his cotton white shirt, her holding him tightly as if never to let him go. He said in, in a most soft mellow tone:

“The end will be just only if we never part again.” Having said that, they embraced once more and she whispered,

“There is more fear of life without you, than death, and so we shall die together, if need be, should anyone try to pull us apart.”

She further said, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, and body to body: