There were four sisters. There were fours sisters swimming in the lake, their fine robes by the side of the water. He was a hunter with hands big as plates and he longed for the clothes' owners. "I want you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves and I'll have you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves". He made a fire. He made a fire. They saw the flames and came close to ask "What are you doing?" "One of you come forward and take my name, One for all or all for ruin." "Not one of us will leave the water. Not one amongst us: we are four quarters." "I will not chase you, I will not chase you but I can wait!" and the sisters said "So can we". There are his bones. There is the shore. There is the fire that burns evermore. The Lake of Proportion sings a sad cautionary song. Hunter: "I want you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves and I'll have you my loves, my loves, my loves." Sisters: "Not one of us will leave the water. Not one amongst us: we are four quarters."