Capture the Moon
There once was a young woman named Adrien, who lived with her father in a simple, low-roofed cottage at the edge of a forest. To the rear of the cottage stretched mighty hills covered with sweet-smelling pine and mountain ash; in front of it, the steep gables of a tiny village.
Adrien’s father, whose name was Robert, was a weaver, and had married late in life. Until his fortieth year he had dwelt alone in his homely cottage, content to work his loom and see to his modest needs himself. Indeed, having reached such an age unwed, he had not thought ever to marry; but there lived in the village at that time a beautiful, wilful girl of seventeen. She was named Roberta and was the daughter of the miller, a proud, prosperous man.
One brisk winter’s morning, the miller sent his
