The Blight of Muirwood
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Lia’s heart was hammering so wildly, she did not know what to think. She hugged herself, but it was not the cold that made her shiver. It was giddiness, hope, fear, and longing all boiling and seizing inside her at once. She could only nod for him to go on, unable to trust herself with words.
Colvin looked down at his hands again, as if ashamed to meet her gaze. “I am not afraid of succumbing to a blind fit of passion. As a maston, I have made oaths that I will not break. I value the presence of the Medium, though I cannot hear it right now. Should I even be telling you this? My head says I should trust you. My heart is nearly bursting with the words.” He looked up at her again, his look more desperate. “My biggest fear was hurting you. Disappointing you. Now I must risk that though it pains me. It is so difficult…finding the words. The poets always could. But that is not my way.” He looked away, she could see the frustration by the clenched jaw muscles. She wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, but she did not move. She waited until he was ready.
“You have a strange power over me, Lia. No one else has ever impressed me so deeply. In your presence, I have been my worst self as well as my best self. I have retched all over you. I have shouted at you, scolded you. I have wanted to clamp my hand over your mouth more than once. But I dare not touch you, because when it happens, it makes me feel things so intensely. It makes me forget who I am and what I want to be. When I was a learner at Billerbeck, there was a girl who tried to win me, despite my efforts to shun her. I am sure she was a worthy prize – from a good family. She knew languages and had the patience for engraving. But I did not care for her. My heart was secretly longing after Demont’s missing niece, even though I did not know who she was.” He chuckled darkly. “But now that I do know her, I cannot love her. She is too simple. Too biddable.”
Colvin looked her in the eye, his mood shifting again. His voice was grave. “When I care for someone, it runs deep. It becomes a firm part of me, like a stone. When I awoke in Muirwood in your kitchen, when I saw you peering at me with worry and concern, it brought out feelings that I had never experienced before. They were so powerful and so overwhelming to me that I thought it must be a kystrel…that you were some het…some girl who had found one and was using it to control my emotions. When the Medium obeyed you and you lit the fire, I believed violently that I was right. How could a wretched be so strong in the Medium? Especially as young as you. But the thread around your neck only concealed a ring, not a kystrel. I wanted to be away from you as quickly as possible, because the feelings were so impossibly strong. The way you savored life…even mocked its unfairness by taking such pleasure in simple things.” He laughed at himself. “I cannot hold an apple without thinking of you. In my mind, I see you smelling it before taking that first bite.” He leaned closer, his hand resting near the orb…near her fingers. “I do that myself now. Every time. The flavor of apples reminds me of you. The smell of purple mint. So many little things in my life remind me of the time we have shared together. The memories are cutting me apart like knives.”
He sighed in frustration, squinting at the light coming off the orb. “I am still not being plain enough. Your very presence here tonight is a torture and a comfort to me. Part of me wants to tell you that we cannot leave each other again. Never. That I cannot live without you being near me. But at the same time, I know we cannot. That if we are near each other, it will cause irreparable harm to us both. All my life, I have had duty prescribe to me the appropriate action to take in any circumstance. But right now, my feelings compel me to tell you that I love…” he swallowed, his voice thickening, his eyes seeking hers again, “that I love you. That I have concealed it from myself since you sheltered me in the kitchen and cured me. I did not recognize what the feeling was then. I thought I had mastered it by staying away. I let myself believe that when I returned to Muirwood, I would be able to control my thoughts and feelings as I should. That I would grow to only love you as as sister. I have failed miserably. I should not even be telling you this – not now when we are alone in the mountains. But we are not alone. It must be the Medium that pushes me to tell you, to trust you with my feelings.” He stared into her eyes deeply, full and unguarded at last. “To trust you with a most dangerous secret. To trust you with my heart – my whole heart. Not holding anything back. We cannot be together, Lia. But I had to tell you how I truly feel. And trust that you will not use it to harm us.”
He had said it. Lia was so relieved to hear the words…to understand she had not been imagining his feelings all this time. She trembled, knowing she would savor his confession for the rest of her days. It brought a strange feeling of calm over her. A feeling of safety and warmth.
Colvin looked down at his hands again, as if ashamed to meet her gaze. “I am not afraid of succumbing to a blind fit of passion. As a maston, I have made oaths that I will not break. I value the presence of the Medium, though I cannot hear it right now. Should I even be telling you this? My head says I should trust you. My heart is nearly bursting with the words.” He looked up at her again, his look more desperate. “My biggest fear was hurting you. Disappointing you. Now I must risk that though it pains me. It is so difficult…finding the words. The poets always could. But that is not my way.” He looked away, she could see the frustration by the clenched jaw muscles. She wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him, but she did not move. She waited until he was ready.
“You have a strange power over me, Lia. No one else has ever impressed me so deeply. In your presence, I have been my worst self as well as my best self. I have retched all over you. I have shouted at you, scolded you. I have wanted to clamp my hand over your mouth more than once. But I dare not touch you, because when it happens, it makes me feel things so intensely. It makes me forget who I am and what I want to be. When I was a learner at Billerbeck, there was a girl who tried to win me, despite my efforts to shun her. I am sure she was a worthy prize – from a good family. She knew languages and had the patience for engraving. But I did not care for her. My heart was secretly longing after Demont’s missing niece, even though I did not know who she was.” He chuckled darkly. “But now that I do know her, I cannot love her. She is too simple. Too biddable.”
Colvin looked her in the eye, his mood shifting again. His voice was grave. “When I care for someone, it runs deep. It becomes a firm part of me, like a stone. When I awoke in Muirwood in your kitchen, when I saw you peering at me with worry and concern, it brought out feelings that I had never experienced before. They were so powerful and so overwhelming to me that I thought it must be a kystrel…that you were some het…some girl who had found one and was using it to control my emotions. When the Medium obeyed you and you lit the fire, I believed violently that I was right. How could a wretched be so strong in the Medium? Especially as young as you. But the thread around your neck only concealed a ring, not a kystrel. I wanted to be away from you as quickly as possible, because the feelings were so impossibly strong. The way you savored life…even mocked its unfairness by taking such pleasure in simple things.” He laughed at himself. “I cannot hold an apple without thinking of you. In my mind, I see you smelling it before taking that first bite.” He leaned closer, his hand resting near the orb…near her fingers. “I do that myself now. Every time. The flavor of apples reminds me of you. The smell of purple mint. So many little things in my life remind me of the time we have shared together. The memories are cutting me apart like knives.”
He sighed in frustration, squinting at the light coming off the orb. “I am still not being plain enough. Your very presence here tonight is a torture and a comfort to me. Part of me wants to tell you that we cannot leave each other again. Never. That I cannot live without you being near me. But at the same time, I know we cannot. That if we are near each other, it will cause irreparable harm to us both. All my life, I have had duty prescribe to me the appropriate action to take in any circumstance. But right now, my feelings compel me to tell you that I love…” he swallowed, his voice thickening, his eyes seeking hers again, “that I love you. That I have concealed it from myself since you sheltered me in the kitchen and cured me. I did not recognize what the feeling was then. I thought I had mastered it by staying away. I let myself believe that when I returned to Muirwood, I would be able to control my thoughts and feelings as I should. That I would grow to only love you as as sister. I have failed miserably. I should not even be telling you this – not now when we are alone in the mountains. But we are not alone. It must be the Medium that pushes me to tell you, to trust you with my feelings.” He stared into her eyes deeply, full and unguarded at last. “To trust you with a most dangerous secret. To trust you with my heart – my whole heart. Not holding anything back. We cannot be together, Lia. But I had to tell you how I truly feel. And trust that you will not use it to harm us.”
He had said it. Lia was so relieved to hear the words…to understand she had not been imagining his feelings all this time. She trembled, knowing she would savor his confession for the rest of her days. It brought a strange feeling of calm over her. A feeling of safety and warmth.
