There once was a woman who promised her hand to a man who was departing for the front. Devout by nature, she spent mornings, afternoons, and evenings in prayer for the safety of her beloved. Perhaps in response to her earnest pleas, one night a bird enveloped in light appeared to her in a dream and began to speak:
"The man you love will surely return safely," said the bird in a beautiful voice. These words brought great comfort to the woman, and she began weeping tears of joy.
"However," continued the bird, "his heart will surely not."
Soon, the man returned as the bird had foretold, his body covered in scars beyond counting. But as the bird had also foretold, he returned with an unfamiliar woman of extraordinary beauty at his side. Despite this, the pious woman could not contain her love for the man, and ran out to meet him as he approached.
Surprised, the man embraced her, then collapsed to the ground. The pious woman stood over him, a bloody dagger in one hand and the ripe crimson fruit of his heart in the other.
"His heart will stray no longer," she whispered. Amidst the gathering pool of blood, her face awash with pure ecstasy, she placed a tender kiss on her beloved's heart and offered a prayer of gratitude.
A girl was engaged to a man who roamed the battlefields. The girl held her belief, prayed in the mornings, at noon, on evenings, and hoped that the man would remain safe and sound. Maybe her straightforward prayers did reach—one night, a brightly shining bird appeared in her dreams and left her with these words.
"The man shall return safe and sound." At the bird’s whispered words, the faithful girl cried in joy. "However," the brightly shining bird continued in its beautiful voice. "His heart won’t return."
Eventually, the man did come back alive, just as the bird predicted. With a plethora of scars across his formidable body and a beautiful stranger at his side. Even then, the girl ran towards the man, her heart filled with her love until this point.
The man was surprised and embraced the girl; however, he eventually fell down. Standing beside the fallen man was the girl, her right hand grasping a blood-stained dagger, her left hand holding what resembled a red-black ripened fruit—the man’s heart. His heart shall never wander again. Standing in the pool of blood, the girl kissed the man’s heart with an expression of utmost fulfillment and intoxicated happiness, and gave a prayer of thanks.