Thus, Spirit Untamed, my! Have to even scores so once didn't ye? Yet lost love in this season? Ye could naught blamed be such for any kind trespass! Which I forbid this, for it be treason. Ye did naught when allowed it was. Why ye and not me to gift one explanation with reason?

Reason with explanation? One gift to me not, and ye, why was it allowed, when naught did ye? Treason? Be it for this? Forbid I, which trespass kind any for such. Be blamed naught could ye! Season this in love lost, yet, ye didn't once. So scores even, to have my untamed spirit thus.