revisited。 Now； Lord…from…the…Sea； at whose coming my sleeping heart
awoke to love and whose sword saved me from shame and death； giving me
back to life and light； here； before this company of our people； I；
the Daughter of the Moon； defying the Sun who held me captive； and all
his servants； take you to husband with this kiss；〃 and leaning forward
Quilla pressed her lips upon my own。 。 。 。
The remaining parchment sheets of the ancient Manuscript are
rotted with the damp of the tomb in which it lay for centuries
and quite undecipherable。
Editor。
End