So the trap was laid at a crossroads that lay between the two villages. The woman was tired from her journey, and her feet were sore. She stopped and rested at this intersection, unaware of the fate to befall her. Instead, the fair maiden stifled another sob and caught her tears before they fell onto her sleeve.
"Why would he travel so far without me? It is so miserable to be alone. I cannot bear to think how much he might enjoy it," she said to herself, only taking comfort from the soft caresses of the wind soothing her with its silent agreement with her remorse. But, as other elements, the wind was fickle as left as soon as it came, leaving her ever more alone and vulnerable to the wicked ways of the villagers who then caught her and took her back to the village.