Three Years Of Marriage, He Left For The Crown Princess

Synopsis

I followed the great general when he laid down his arms and returned to a farmer's life. For three years, we were content. Then, the Crown Princess came weeping to our door. "That woman murdered my son, and now, he wants to take her as his concubine! Frank, what am I to do?" Tears welled in her eyes, a picture of perfect helplessness. My husband set aside his hoe, afraid even a speck of dirt might stain her. He sighed, resigned. "You know I can never resist your tears." Then, he retrieved his armor, covered in the dust of our peaceful years, and followed her back to the capital. All he said to me was, "Wait for me." So, I sold the livestock and gave the animal pelts he'd hunted to the neighbors. "If he returns," I told them, "tell him I died."