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. And he saw the effect it had on
her callers, who were growing ever bolder, some even
venturing to open the gate. Apparently, waving a stick at
them was no longer enough to drive them away (which was
just as well since Aron was getting tired of running out
every other moment). So, finally, he decided there was only
one thing left to do: He would have to take Petal away from
Gateway.
This he did. He piled his loom and other possessions
high on a wagon, put Petal on the seat next to him, and off
they went, pulled by a tired, old ox, which he borrowed
from a neighbor. Petal sighed deeply as she waved farewell
to all her would-be lovers, who lined up along the road in
front of their own cottages to see her off. They waved back,
their hearts heavy.
Aron took Petal far away. The road became unpaved
and overgrown, and eventually it led to the Forest of
Wayreth. There, Aron had to leave behind most of his
possessions for the time being because there was no path
between the trees wide enough to allow the wagon to pass.
He would have to make several trips, but he loaded up his
goods on his back, took Petal by her slender hand, and off
they went through the sunless forest.
When he had gone far enough - that is to say, when he
became too exhausted to continue - Aron put down his load
and said, "Here! Here is where we shall live!" And right on
that bosky spot, he built a new cottage of sticks and thatch
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