Eddie Dean's last story is over. From here on out, she has to make it up for herself.
(In his favorite version of this story, there's only one man, with three faces. In that version of the story, Chloe becomes--Chloe is--the sun, crossing the sky bravely and eternally, carrying her father's brand; and the one who loves her lags behind, drawing near and falling back, turning from light to shadow, and once in a long, long while stealing a kiss.
But it's only one version of the story. And there are so many stories about the moon.)
He wonders what she'll do with what he's made for her; he wonders what she'll make for herself, too.
Re: Green grow the rushes, oh
(In his favorite version of this story, there's only one man, with three faces. In that version of the story, Chloe becomes--Chloe is--the sun, crossing the sky bravely and eternally, carrying her father's brand; and the one who loves her lags behind, drawing near and falling back, turning from light to shadow, and once in a long, long while stealing a kiss.
But it's only one version of the story. And there are so many stories about the moon.)
He wonders what she'll do with what he's made for her; he wonders what she'll make for herself, too.
"What's that, Loompa?"