The Weaver Girl sighed. “Everyone thinks their love is eternal. I like to let them keep believing.” “So let us through,” said Peter. “Love isn’t a crime.” “Indeed it isn’t,” said the Weaver Girl. “I do not inflict punishment, dear boy. I offer a solution.” She clasped her hands together. “I offer you a test. No arduous quest; only the answer to a question. I test your loyalty. If you pass, I build a bridge.” She brought her
