The others are asleep now. But I cannot sleep. I do not think it is because we are so high up in this tree. I slept in a tree once before, when I was a lad.
I wonder where she is now, what she is doing.
Perhaps she left because I did not appreciate her. I took what she gave me, and did not thank her. For her protection, for the lovely dreams, the inspiration.
I wonder if I shall ever see her again. I hope so, so I might thank her.
I think perhaps I could love her, but of course that is absurd. She is my ancestress. It would scarcely even be natural.
I wonder if I shall even come back alive. Perhaps she is somewhere about even now, keeping watch as she used to? No, I think not, I would sense her presence. I would have better dreams.
I cannot but wonder if she gave me that dream of the Sea. I dreamt it again. What can it mean?
Is that where I will find my doom?
Or perhaps my greatest joy?
I should be glad of some peaceful sleep now. That is all I would ask....