"Are you still sorrowing for your little girl?" asks the Blue one in the innocence of her heart. "Is it not ten years since she died?"
The Black one answers:
"Yes. She would have been fifteen now."
Then the Blue one says to console her:
"But you have other daughters alive, you have two left."
The Black one sobs:
"Yes. But neither of them is fair. She who died was so fair and bright."
And the two mothers part and go their several ways, each with her love....
But the same two dark daughters had also, each her love, and they loved the same man.
He came to the elder and said: