It took a long time for her to relate the tale of her journey to Father William and Brother Nod. Neither really believed it for many months but, as no horrors descended on the countryside, they accepted the truth of what she said. Brother Nod was so overjoyed that he was willing to overlook anything to have his beloved return to him. Father William was quiet on the matter but he was more content now. Having someone that could understand what you had suffered made the bearing of it more tolerable.

The Prophetess used her time to write the tale in a book bound in leather that had been tooled in a representation of a Talisman. She and the warrior had changed the rules of the game; it was a matter of free will. The tales said that to possess the Crown was an act of avarice. She had started out to keep others from claiming it; the warrior would fulfill that obligation. He was correct; she did not have enough life under her belt to control her passions. Well that was changing quickly. She and Nod had been wed and she was with child. They had their joys, sorrows and arguments. Hard times came and went but they endured.

There was always the fear that the warrior would succumb to the temptation of the power that the Crown afforded, was that not the fear of any that took power? Some day the warrior would pass from this life. When that day came others would take up the Quest, with faith and fortune the victor would be a benign overseer. That was for the future; one had to live their life in the moment and not always try to see what was coming.