So it was a great surprise that with a clack clack she was released from the room she'd spent so long weeping. The wind immediately rushed up to great her and pet away whatever was left of those bitter tears on her pale cheeks. A merry whisper that dashed away just as the villagers grabbed hold of her and took her to get rid of her. The river, of course, with the tide being so high and the waters so rough, was the perfect place to carry out the deed.
However, as soon as the villagers began to walk her into the water, a man came riding into the village. A rage flashed in his eyes as he cut into the men who held the fair maiden captive. It was a rage that frightened even the pale woman who recognized her beloved. It had been so long since she had last seen him, that he seemed almost a stranger to her and she dared not hope that he would truly remember her.
The rest of the villagers fled this wrath that had come down upon them and left the maiden alone in the river. When the man turned to face her, tears leaped into her eyes once again. For the man was just as much the fiery, passionate soul she had known despite his travel weariness. But these were not bitter tears she wept and when they fell from her cheeks, they landed in the water with a light splash.
The man started toward his lover, wanting nothing more than to embrace this ragged and torn beauty that stood in the cool waters, lost and fearfully alone. It made his heart ache at the sight. She stopped his advance with a reminder, though she smiled as she cried, pearls falling from her eyes, "Were you not the one who said you would burn me if you were to embrace me? For me, it will be that I will drown you."