He knelt before her.
“I must go now, to prepare my father’s castle for your coming. Do not be afraid, for I will leave my Helper with you. Although a day will seem like a thousand years, do not lose heart, for I will never leave you, or forsake you.”
She bit her lip. “When will you return? I must know when to expect you.”
He laughed, a clear, high note like the call of the trumpet. “I shall return when you least expect it, as soon as our home is prepared. Take courage and be patient; as I prepare our home, you prepare things to fill it. I must go now. Take courage! I will return.”