In a certain age there was a certain woman who claimed to be a daughter of a Kmit man. She represented herself in a quiet way to every person that she met, hoping to ensnare young men to provide for her needs. Much to the sorrow of the hapless young men of any land the woman visited, her story was effective.

She told the men that her father died when she was a girl and that her mother and older sister did not love her. Her family was cruel and mistreated her. In a moment of great grief the girl fled her home and was now destitute except for the kindness of strangers.

It was indeed a sad story, but none knows how much of it was true. It succeeded in seducing the affections and money of many a man. Any man who had ears and knew her language was in danger of being a prisoner to the woman's desires. She refused to stop, even as she gained what she needed for the next day.

One or two particularly innocent young man learned of her lies in a tragic way. They found her in the midst of seducing another man to spend the night with her because the first had to leave for one day's time. Rightfully, these young men were enraged, and threw her away from their presence.

However, desperate as she was to keep herself near the presence of these men, the woman let slip one grain of truth that her lies could not cover. The woman was lonely. For some reason, she felt a deep fear of solitude. No man was able to discover just how deep the fear ran, or its source. Her fear of solitude began before her father died.