From a secluded lake, in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the Lady's hand emerged gripping a rusty sword. His backpack lazing nearby, he cast a stone. Skipping over the water, then spreading its rings it cast a spell over all living creatures' What was he thinking, so far from his home and not knowing how to return? The path was telling: trees stood tall as sentinels, bushes bowed, flowers released their best perfume, as "the necessary angel of earth" trotted by.