I wonder where she is now, what she is doing.

Perhaps she left because I did not appreciate her. I took what she gave me, and did not thank her. For her protection, for the lovely dreams, the inspiration.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again. I hope so, so I might thank her.

I think perhaps I could love her, but of course that is absurd. She is my ancestress. It would scarcely even be natural.

I wonder if I shall even come back alive. Perhaps she is somewhere about even now, keeping watch as she used to? No, I think not, I would sense her presence. I would have better dreams.

I cannot but wonder if she gave me that dream of the Sea. I dreamt it again. What can it mean?

Is that where I will find my doom?

Or perhaps my greatest joy?

I should be glad of some peaceful sleep now. That is all I would ask....