“And so I think,” said the God of Autumn, and went his ways.
Then the young God of Spring went to his mother, who loved him.
“Do you love me, my mother?” he said.
She answered, “More than a hundred existences.”
“Mother,” he said, “get me for my wife the Princess, the Fairest of the Fair. She is called the Greatly Desired; greatly, oh, greatly, do I desire her.”
“You love her, my son?” said his mother.
“More than a hundred existences,” he said.
“Then lie down, my son, my best beloved, lie down and sleep, and I will work for you.”
So she spread a couch for him, and when he was asleep she looked on him.
“Your face,” she said, “is the sweetest thing in the world.”