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Scrisorile Lui Cardan
Scrisorile Lui Cardan
Jude,
Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous
and beneath you and I hate it. Cardan To the High
Queen Of Elfhame, Above me is the same silvery
moon that shines down on you. Looking at it makes
me recall the glint of your blade pressed against my
throat and other romantic moments. I do not know
what keeps you from returning to the High Court-
whether it is vexation with me, or whether, having
spent time in the mortal world, you have come to
believe that a life free of the Folk is better than one
ruling over them. In my most wretched hours, I
believe you will never come back
Why would you, save for your ambition? You have
always known exactly what I am and seen all my
failings, all my weaknesses and scars. I flattered
myself that at moments you had feelings for me
other than contempt, but even were that true, they
would be but watered wine beside the feast of your
other, greater desires. And yet my heart is buried
with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as
it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the
undersea. It was yours before I could admit it, and
yours it shall ever remain.
Cardan