8: Amber Meets Prince Arnold

Somewhere off Amber’s view, Arnold a young man, fine to behold, rowed his canoe faster, ignoring the chills he felt from the rain that had drenched him. He had heard the voice of a girl weeping and was eager to find out whom because, for no certain reason, it bothered him.

“Who is that?” he wondered and listening closely, he observed that the voice seemed to be coming from somewhere ahead of him and so he paddled forward until he came into view of Isis’s house where he spotted Amber at the shore.

Mercifully, the rain had started to recede and Amber looked up at the approaching Prince in his canoe and stopped crying. She rose and moved closer to the bank as he rowed his boat closer. On reaching the shore, he pinned the paddle into the earth and used that as a pole to anchor the canoe. Amber was wiping her tears with her hands as he approached and within earshot of her, he spoke.

“You’re the one crying.”

Amber nodded. Wasn’t it obvious? She wondered.

“And you’re Arnold.”

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