Even Mother Earth can't hold the secret of the King's ears for too long. It grows a tree from the pit where the barber's wife buried the secret. Someone cuts the tree and makes a musical instrument from its bark. When a musician drums the instrument, it sings 'King has donkey ears'...and soon the secret is out in the world.
Such a secret never travels. When the bonding is deeper than the deepest....a secret received..it goes down, down, all the way into the soul and dissolves, never to come out.