She who holds the key CHAPTER II
After a while Miràlah started coming out ever more often, ever closer, so much so that I could detect the tiny golden key attached to her neck, hanging to a tiny, shiny chain. And yet she always managed to escape me.
Until one evening, when the sun was setting, I saw her drinking from a little lake on the mountainside, where a waterfall poured its load. I hid very well in the thicket and watched, waiting. And then, lo and behold, I saw her turn into a fair maid, whose hair was so long it went down to her heels. The maid plunged into the pool and disappeared. I stood there along time, hiding, but I did not see her coming back.
You should know that, since quite a while already, the ten daughters of the hunter who was my mentor were trying to catch my at
