the lake, child?
he is peering at me, even I can see that, in this desolate evening.
they drained the lake, child, years ago.
why, it was a long while back.
your mother had not even dreamt of you, then.
I thank him. She had said,
be courteous, as you make your way.
So I snatch at words which will not convince him
and walk on, for she also said,
be courageous, if you lose your way.
but if they have drained the lake,
I have failed her.
bathwater, turned stale, and I will have failed
the only quest and request
she has made of me.