So Vulpes approached Iocale secretly – every night he would creep to her window and simply talk with her, until the moon was sinking to its bed. She would sit in her pale, silvered robe at the end of her low bed, and he would perch on the sill of the window, framed by stars. He never touched Iocale, but his tongue was silver and charm, and Iocale fell in love with Vulpes, begging her father to let her marry him.