"Time is not a division." I said smiling to my grandchildren. "And it certainly is not a blockage." "Grandad," a child dear and sweet came up to me. "Will you tell us that story again?" I looked up, as if pondering. "Oh must I?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" A group of children insisted in chorus. "Very well..." I sat properly. "A long time ago, and a far time beyond... Two lovers met by accident, oh I wouldn't say it was an accident, but by destiny. One being a man cold and hard as iron... And one, being a girl clever and as pretty as roses, though as prick-y..."