It is a falsehood--a mere tale made for a purpose.

But had not your mother overcome me by her tears, perhaps we should both have perished.

You know--you can feel--how much I love her; like you, I would give my life for her.

I thought she loved me, for she had my very soul--all! Yet she rejected me, though she knows we were betrothed.

I saw there was no way--I devised a plan--I hired the sorcerer to raise a terror amongst all; he forged a fearful tale, chance did the rest.