“Don’t worry, my Fatædi… the earth promised… and I honoured the agreement.”
“Sniff… husband…!”
“I will do what’s needed. Even if the earth lied… I won’t let sorrow hurt you any longer.” — Aslak, giving her crown a caress with caring stroke, promised in soft comfort, cuddling the wife to contain her tremble caused by fright. — “We’ll do what gives you ease.”
“mn… d-does this mean… t-that husband believes me? Y-You believe what I said…?”
“… I do.”
“T-truly?? You… you do not believe I have lost sanity??”
“… I don’t… I don’t even have reasons not to believe you, Fatædi.”