How long Sorrow lay in that abyss none knew, for none asked after her. The firs alone kept watch over the sleeper and whispered dreams to her that she did not hear.
One day strong steps broke the silence, and Courage, his club upon his shoulder, came singing by. He beheld Sorrow as she lay there, her head on a stone, her feet in the water, encircled with her long black hair that had been bathed in blood. He raised the body and rubbed her numb hands.
"Have I got you at last?" he said, "I wanted to find you. You may not die, you must be alive again."
He warmed her in his arms, he revived her with his breath until she opened her eyes.
"Why do you seek me?" she asked in tuneless voice. "I am dead."
"The world misses you, you must wander again. Sin reigns unchecked since you have vanished."
"Let her keep her empire," said Sorrow, and closed her eyes.
Courage shook her.