The Thread Weaves Once More;

The Sun King

The maiden smiled and pulled down her hood. "Of course, good sun. You may listen all the day."

But --

THE SUN, SO DELIGHTED TO HEAR HER SONG, GREW BRIGHT AND BLAZED. IT BURNED, AND BURNED, AND BURNED THE GROUND -- AND THE MAIDEN WHO DID CAST HER HOOD BURNED ALL THE SAME.