I am indeed the luckiest person in the entire Land, for I have won the love of the most beautiful Lady there be:

 Before the great Rift-War were we married and I count this as my greatest achievement. To see her is to acknowledge her great beauty, and to see such beauty is to view the sun itself. For her beauty doth put the sun's rays to shame, her perfume doth turn the bee from the flower, her wit doth sparkle as the very stars themselves, and in her person is the taste of paradise.

Long may I drink from that fair cup.

Year 536

And now, reading those words I wrote so long ago causes me great pain. For Babajaga and I have now been separated these many long months, and I begin to lose hope that she will ever relent and allow me her love once more. A sad story this be indeed, and one too long to tell here. But I keep hope alive, despite everything.

And the worst of it is that this separation, which doth so pain my heart, was mine own fault. It came from my pride, and my stubborn honour. From my foolishness, and the green claw of jealousy that sank dark talons into my heart and soul. And thus am I well punished for mine own dishonour.

48th Day of Spring, 544

I be living proof that hope should be kept always alive, for of late have the Lady Babajaga and I rediscovered that unity which was so much our wont in the past. My heart be too full to write more now, but I shall when I can still my beating heart somewhat, and write more calmly.

I have asked her to marry me once again, and she hath accepted. What happier Knight than I could there ever be?