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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.23.04.21.2558]] |
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If you would love a hero, you had best steel your heart for waiting, occupy your mind with tasks small and large to carry it from the sullen lonely of sheets, and see to those things that will carry you till he loses taste for adventures. You had best know that it does not matter that his eye is alway on you in his heart, Always there will be a nymph, or sorcoress with a bright eye and a taste for the flesh of the noble, and if she has to turn the world to pigflesh to get her way, if she must dance for him wearing your skin, by a half moon, so that he knows no better, well that is simply how it is when you have given your heart to a hero. DO not break your heart watching for his signal, weeping on a shore like a child. You were not chosen for your tears, but rather the steel you wear beneath you skin, that told him he could trust in your heart, that vouchsafed his belief that he could leave all safe with you, and return to find no harridan scold, no simpering maid driven half mad by lonely--- but a woman worth fighting past demon spawn, insane gods, and flesh eaters to call his, and hold again. It is not the trickery of the sheets that caught his heart, You cannot trade the jewel between your thighs and hope for love eternal, even if you have taken him to places no mortal has walked in this life. There is only so much bliss a man can savor--- but after, where are your wits, and where is your tongue, and is your mind sharp? A rock can listen well, better than any woman--- but men do not speak to rocks, and a cave can cast his words back, but men do not love echoes, and it does not matter that my words dismay you girl. You were hoping for a love charm, an incantation, some woman secret that bound a heart to mine, and named me queen, or goddess. I tell you instead the true cost of loving a hero, and that the secret truly is being a woman worth the return to. |