started.”
Petal did, in fact, stop crying, but things never quite
went back to the way they were. Petal was lonely, and she
never looked happy.
“What’s the matter?” Aron finally snapped one day from
his loom while Petal, long-faced, was sprinkling fragrant
pine needles on the floor. “I was good enough company all
these years!”
“Oh, Father,” said Petal, pausing in her work, her eyes
watering, “I still love you but as MY FATHER. Now it’s
time I loved another, as my husband.”
“Nonsense!” said Aron with a wave of his hand.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that when I’m dead!”
“Don’t talk that way!” said Petal, stepping toward her
father, dropping the rest of the pine needles.
“What way? One day I’ll be gone, and then you’ll be
able to entertain all the young men you want!” And, with
that, Aron turned his back on his daughter and continued his
weaving.
The arguments usually went that way, and they always
broke Petal’s heart. Finally, she stopped bringing up the
subject, which was what Aron wanted, anyway.
The days settled into a routine. Aron worked
methodically and constantly at his loom, and Petal tended
the cottage and the garden. Neither said much to the other.
Petal continued to look sad, and Aron, even way out in the
forest, continued to feel uneasy:
What if one of those tom cats should sniff his way to the
cottage, after all? What if a whole gang of them should
arrive and start wailing at his door?
Or, worse yet: What if Petal sneaked away?
This last thought truly began to worry Aron. He kept a
constant eye on his daughter, which caused many uneven
threads in his weaving. He became so nervous that if Petal
were out of his sight for any length of time – and he did not
hear her, either – he’d jump up from his loom, knocking
over his chair, and cry out, “Petal! Come here!”
“What is it, Father?” she’d call, hurrying into the
cottage, with, say, a basket of mushrooms she had been
gathering.
Aron never answered. He was just glad to see his
daughter, and, relieved, he’d pick up his chair and resume
his weaving.
Nights, though, proved even worse for Aron than the
days. It was then he had to sleep, and so it was then he
could keep neither eye nor ear on his daughter. He kept
waking at the slightest sound, thinking Petal might be
sneaking away, and he kept checking up on her in her room.
She was always there, curled up beneath her blanket on a
mattress filled with her fragrant pine needles.
But then, on one warm summer night, shortly after
midnight, Aron peeked into her room and found her bed
empty.
“Petal!” he bellowed, stepping from her door back into
the large room. “Petal!”
She didn’t answer.
Aron ran outside into the benighted woods, where only
sprinkles of silver moonlight fell through the canopy and
broke up the dark forest floor, the way Petal’s pine needles
broke up the cottage floor.
“Petal! Petal!”
There was no answer except for the hoot of a lone,
unseen owl.
All the rest of that night, Aron scrambled about the dark
woods, calling his daughter’s name and bruising himself as
he hit his head on low limbs and banged fully into unseen
tree trunks.
By the time the sun rose, sending its early morning rays
to light the misty air and awaken the birds, who promptly
began their warbling, Aron was ready to faint from
exhaustion. He had been searching and calling all night.
Defeated and heartbroken, but determined to march to
Gateway to fetch his daughter if need be, he trudged to his
cottage to get his stick.
Yet, when he got there, whom did he find, sleeping
curled up in her bed as innocently as a doe, but Petal.
Aron rubbed his swollen eyes. His heart soared with
joy. Was it possible, in his great concern, that he had missed
her sleeping there the night before? Everything was as it
was supposed to be – except, Aron noted, that there were
little puddles of water, footprints really, leading up to
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