The countryside and the forests were left behind. So fast ran my horse, that the rivers and lakes only seemed pieces of glass reflecting the light of the sun that died behind the mountains. Soon the night, dark, without stars, extended herself until cover totally the horizon, but I still was not able to see that imposing mountain upon which the Enchanted Castle stands out, where my lady, my sweet Candy Lady, waited for me.

The cold wind obligated me to shrink under my cloak, what hindered even more the sight of the road, forcing me to decrease the speed. Soon the last light extinguished and the step of the horse began to hesitate. A thin and yellowish shine indicated me the proximity of the Inn, two long hours from the castle... without a tired horse. I stopped, went down to drink something and to try to get another mount. It was not difficult, but quite expensive, like every good horse. This meant at least 30 minutes of delay. "Well, it is not much", I thought. Later I would realize that this was an error.

I continued my way in the darkness, illuminating as much as I was able with the blue shine of my staff. Apparently, this new horse knew the road well, because his pace was sure and speedy, more and more, as he got used to his new horseman . Soon the horse and I appeared like one, challenging the wind who tried to stop us with his cold blasts of mountain air, and to the fatigue that took possession of my body. I could realize how the horse, Hasufel, felt my hurry and my anxiety and made them of his own, demanding his body to the maximum, giving it all, but without signs of fatigue.

So absorbed I went, that I didn't realize the pass of the time. So, upon looking at forward, I suddenly sighted it: the magnificent shade of the mountain, crowned by the equally magnificent castle. From the windows sprouted a clear and warm brightness that distanced from my all fatigue, and is that finally, after so much days, I would meet again to my sweet Lady...

The last hill was hard for the poor Hasufel, from whose body emanated the lukewarm vapor of the perspiration and the fatigue. But for me now little mattered, because in front of me was the Portal that would lead to me She. Already I almost could listen to her. The air brought me the aroma of her perfume. Yes, she still was here...

I hurried. Barely I greeted the friends that were at the entrance.

I asked about her. "she Is at the pool," informed me one of the servants and with hardly a gesture apologized and left running toward the garden. As an echo to my backs, seemed me to hear her voice saying good-bye. "it Is only my imagination," I thought, and I continued ahead. But upon arriving to the pool I didn't find nobody. Did I go through the garden and their outskirts, but she neither was.." Why?" did I scream hopeless.

Depressed, I fall down on a seat. When I raised the head, after a while, I saw there, on the table, a letter, with her writing finely traced on it. "She was here waiting for me, and she felt alone," I told myself after reading the few lines drawn on the paper. "I should arrive before!" I repeated once and again. "She should wait for me a little more" I thought later... But nothing of this consoled me.

I returned to the entrance and I conversed a while with the friends that still was in the castle, but soon I was alone and sad again. I went through the complete castle, each room, as if I was a soul in pain, awaiting in vain that she has forgotten something and returns.

I waited for hours, until the servitude requested permission in order to retire. I requested my horse then and mounted. Crestfallen, I head back to the Inn, without hurry, because already nothing mattered.

A part of me desired go back and wait for her at the castle, until she comes again, but I should return to my city, I could not avoid it. When I would see her again? I could not know it.

Upon arriving to the Inn, I asked for my old horse, Arod, who rested already, snorted desperate for returning to the road, back to home. I entrusted the care of Hasufel, because soon I would come for him, and I departed, in the middle of the night who, cynically, retired her mantel of clouds in order to show off the smiling face of the last stars, like deceiving of my pain...