' Am I to remain in such indignified glory?' the maiden protested to her servant lady, 'Am I to remain upon my step and sing the song of abundance and nothing more? For all I wish is nothing and nothing is my fate, the people of my father's crown have such wicked demands, so foreboding have they my future made - the subordinates have made me subordinate in that foul irony.'

'Your claims and forests of frowns have independence from the reality, mistress.' the servant woman replied,  begging her mistress' emotions to settle, 

'The serpent stings me,' cried the maiden, 'such rumours are to be believed and I am nothing but hated, kept only for the silver blood I hold - such precious silver could be bled and release me from hatred in their dreams. My servant, I can bear not the crown held upon me - the forceful sting of the serpent that holds me, I would be taken from this city and held away like an abandoned child. Come, my servant, I will not stay in this pernicious city but rather travel alone, less you come too.'

'I am loyal.' the servant replied simply, 'I am loyal to you alone, and swear not to your father, king of the land. I swore an oath, a bond to you, an everlasting bond. There are few lesser things on the world than my loyalty, in the heavens of the gods alone are there such powers that match the oath. And of such will I come with you if you beg to leave so much.'

The maiden changed to her less profound clothes, although cumbrous they were willing to hide her from the dangers that would befall if the people of the city - Heedlez - would see her and her faithful servant. Such ill actions would be ignored by the king, her father, for his care for her had fallen indeed since she had been cheated by his brother. Her infliction was nothing mentally, but her physical body had been judged so quickly by the children of the crown and by the crown itself. But she was mortal, ever dreaming more, and yet the coils of reality kept her inwards and now she wished for a fresh river in undiscovered country.

She and her faithful servant, hidden in the shadow, and with them the pith of stealth to giving them kind and honest invisibility. Not one child or ignorant man or woman spotted them. The seed of wise heavens followed them, keeping them fairly and justly well as they left the great city, leaving behind the betrayal of life.

The servant woman peered back at her home and called to her mistress, 'Look to it! We walk away from the grave of wrathful existence, in such steed may the gods bestow us good fall.'

'I care not for what will befall us, good servant, but the charientisms of Heedlez shall pass no more.' the maiden uttered as she headed into deep forests of fern-green trees, 'Our futures are henceforth desultory, loyal servant, no longer to  be considered dear or worthy in our eyes, but now we are cursed to vile creatures that are proclaimed as lives.'

'Your words are winged, my lady, winged and honest. But the rue you promise is confined within the darkest part of your mind - can you not see the bright unsealed passion of life that flows back and forth in unplanned route, the very essence of life is so obscure that your prophetic, melancholy whispers of our future are not in all truth correct.'

'You contradict me in risky methods, my lady servant, but I bless your thoughts with more of the same sort. Come, we must go, and may the gods find our way.'

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