Askaa was awakened the next morning by the warm rays of the sun. He searched for Zayaa,
but she was nowhere in sight. She had left at the night for her arranged marriage with Gantulga.
Wind had buried Ja’s footprints in the sand. He turned, and found something lying near his
baggage. It was Zayaa’s tsuur. Her music would be roaming with her love for the rest of eternity.
