Her worth was shown in the glistening of the tears in her eyes when she started off again on her journey toward her lover. Many of the villagers' hearts were touched by the tight of them--beautiful jewels that never left her eyes but they would long to have spill down her cheeks. For the tears of this woman were valuable.
The woman, however, left that very night, near dawn. There were farewells and gifts given as they bade her good tidings and a safe journey.
It was, later, the idea of the village leader to subdue the woman and have her remain in the village. After all, she brought favorable tidings to their poor, small village. The water had tasted so very pure when she had left. The fish were plentiful. What little livestock they had were fat and full of grain and grass that tasted sweeter. Most importantly, though, were those jewels in her eyes.