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not worthy of a king. He also found it difficult to silence me,
or to patronize me, or to ignore me when I spoke. I found it just
as hard to hold my tongue or to lower myself before him or any of
the others, in spite of my inferior lineage and their
unquestionable power. He could not make me mind him, poor
Henry.
    I see humor in it all, and for a second want
to share it with him. Only Henry would laugh as well, or at least
the Henry I knew in the beginning. I miss him. Even in my anger and
hatred, I miss “that” Henry.
    I see so much.
    Beyond that, I see we are tested more
rigorously. There are marriages where one or the other is infirm,
and the healthy partner assumes the role of caretaker. There are
lives where we are sworn enemies due to tribal loyalties. There are
lives that place us in destitution, squalor and anger, and lives
where we each cannot stomach the other because of some grievance or
another. When we hate each other, we hate with strong passion. It
comes, I see, and it goes. I see also that, even in the worst of
these situations, we have still chosen to be together, and always
manage to find a way to bring it about. We have a stronger need to
be together, even fighting and hating, than we have to be at peace,
apart.
    We always meet somehow, and sometimes clash,
but we are always drawn.
    We are not drawn by preference. Hatred and
love are interchangeable cousins, and each of these has carved an
impression on our souls. In the carving we became bound, and with
each successive life, the bond grows stronger. What we can never do
is avoid or ignore each other for, in being bound we can choose to
postpone our pairings, or we can separate after meeting once we
have handled our business, but we cannot choose to never meet.
There will always be circumstances that place us in each other’s
path, accidental meetings, coincidental events. We will almost
always inhabit a place upon the earth when the other is also there,
just as we always have.
    We marry in most of these recollections. We
are usually married. Sometimes he is my parent or I am his.
Sometimes we are siblings. Sometimes we are each the opposite
gender, sometimes we are the same gender, but our usual bond is
that of marriage. He is my soul mate. There are such things, and he
is mine. There are bonds stronger than death or marriage vows, and
we are bound in such a way. I would rather not hear this or know
it, but the knowledge comes to me, and I resign myself to it
unhappily. I once would have felt great joy.
    Thus far, we have always forgiven and moved
passed it. We will not be together again, I find, until I can
forgive him once more, and he in turn can learn to control his
fearsome temper. To meet before then would bring further damage to
us both.
    “Is he not damned?” I ask hotly and with a
small amount of hope. “I should think I would have no reason to
meet him again at all.”
    The Voice speaks again: “He deserves your
forgiveness.”
    I am very, very angry. I do not want to
forgive. I cannot forgive, just as I cannot stop loving him. I am
changed because of his cruelty and need to heal if I am ever to
forgive. I must forgive because it is Law and I am as bound to the
Law as anyone, but I will require lifetimes away from him before I
am ready, and it seems a hard task.
    In the meantime, I want never to see that
life again or think of that place and time or be reminded, and yet
I must because the memories crowd inside me. It is what I must do.
I vow that when I finish, I will place it all behind me, and never
ever look back again. England is a dark and haunted place to me,
and the era when I lived one that will have no appeal even after I
reappear on earth and forget the reason I recoil.
    Time passes, how much I cannot say, and I am
still here, forced to watch and examine. It is a long and painful
process.
     

 
     
Chapter 3
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    All three of us had exceptional minds and a
quick grasp of most concepts, but as females, Mary and I were