As darkness fell he came to an abandoned temple. Wearily he dismounted. As he entered the temple, he heard a movement in the darkness. Instinctively drawing his sword, he called out, ”Who is there? Show yourself or I strike.” A figure rose from the shadows. “Green Willow!” And so it was. He sheathed his sword and held her close. How she had ever found him in that lonely spot, how she had arrived there before him-such thoughts he did not think. No. He had his Green Willow.