Sundosia watched happily as her fifth son Logedi rode off into the sunset with his new bride on the back of his horse. “So happy is the day when I too will marry.â€? Sundosia whirled around, taking up a fighting stance. There stood the ten year old Arista, still in her party dress.
Sundosia sighed and looked the little girl up and down. Spick and span as always. “You should not be out at this time of night, little one. Don’t you think you should be in your bed?â€?
Arista, sadly looking down answered softly, “Yes maman. I should have been.â€?
Sundosia tickled the flesh of her underarms, and Arista laughed hysterically. Smiling and laughing, the two walked hand in hand into the castle.