I Will Travel Back to the Mountain on My Own!

The king rode his horse across rivers and valleys, forests and fields. When he reached the mountain, he began singing the wise woman's song. The moment he sang the last note, there was a great rumble. He made a break for the entrance, but after fifteen minutes were up, the secret door slammed shut. After spending all day sick with worry, she decided to play her old ood again. She couldn't remember the last time she had held it in her hands.