When Link came to, he was in the infirmary of the Datillan castle, lying down, unconscious, surrounded by a mass of white beds where he knew the others were. He heaved himself up, perching his elbows on his knees and shaking his head so that his elven cap danced and his blond hair moved like whispers on the still air.
"What happened?" said Link, rubbing his eyes.
Tetra was the only other one awake. Her hand went to the cerulean stone hanging around her neck. "I think Fahel tested us," she answered, her blue eyes glowing. "That man wasn't really in danger; he was testing us." She paused, thinking about it. Then she looked up again so that her ponytail flicked slightly. "There's someone here for you, Link."
Link whirled around, wondering who in the world was waiting for him and caused Tetra to stop her theory. When the grizzled redwood face of the familiar King came into view, jutting through the wood-lined window, he smiled and grasped the boat's long neck, carefully climbing up as he had done so long ago. By now the others were waking up, and they murmured among themselves as the boy they had known for three days perched on the head of his talking boat.
"I'll visit you," Link called as King brought him skating across the blue waters and back to the world he loved. "I'll even bring my sister Aryll."
Lughing, they waved back, to the green-clad friend who was now leaving, but would come back, never forgetting them, his good friends from Datillo.
And it was in that way that the Hero of Time's descendant left Datillo Island that fateful day, and indeed he kept his word until the end of his days.
