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Morgana drops her fork and push away the secondo plate of cialde she finished today. She licks her finger and lifts her eyes towards the door of the commensale, diner and sighs. There’s still no sight of Gwen yet. She quickly glances at her watch; the time is just five minuti shy of twelve. And Gwen should have been here ten minuti ago. Well that’s what she detto through the phone.
“Can I clear the table, miss?” the waitress asks, her smile pleasing. Morgana looks up at the waitress and smiles, leaning back to allow the girl to clear the table.
“Yeah, please go ahead. And can te get me some fresh doughnuts please?”
“At this hour?”
“Hmm… why?” Morgana was completely bewildered at the question.
“It’s almost lunch time and usually we have lunch specialties to offer. Today is the chef’s special. fungo la minestra, zuppa laced with goat’s cheese and fresh basil along with freshly baked garlic bread. For dessert we have Cioccolato cake topped with homemade ice cream and strawberries”
“Now you’re talking… get me those and take all the time te need. I might be here for at least an hour”
“Very well, then,” the waitress says and leaves with Morgana’s plates. Morgana sips her coffee and waits patiently.
“Gwen… Gwen… where are you?” she asks herself. The couple at the tavolo beside her tosses a quick look. Morgana ignores them and keeps watching the door. What could be keeping that girl so long? She detto she was already on her way here and da Morgana’s calculation the trip to this commensale, diner would not be this long unless Gwen has decided to stop and mind something else. Morgana finishes her coffee and signals for her cup to be refilled, massaging her neck slowly. It’s been a long giorno at work yesterday, with the shifting and relocating between the old and new buildings. Though Morgana took care of the shifting within the old building, she had to do three people’s tasks. With Gwen still on leave, Morgana steps into Gwen’s shoes and sees to the transferring of the documentation and hardware personally. Add her own duties as well as Bedievere’s, who still hasn’t come back from his leave, and she’s got her hands full. Yesterday, right after the funeral service, Morgana headed back to work to finish her incomplete tasks. Though Gaius has dato permission for her to take the rest of the giorno off, she insisted on getting on with the work. It was fruitful as she managed to get almost half of hers and Gwen’s belongings shifted to the new building. But it came with a price. Her body ached like hell and her neck cramped. She was supposed to travel with Kay and Gaius to the new site but Gaius asked her to rest instead. She has an appointment with a masseur today at three in the afternoon, but she wanted to hang out with Gwen first. She saw first hand how traumatic Gwen became the giorno she picked her up at the hospital and then at the funeral service yesterday. Gwen needs someone to talk to, a friend to share her burden and Morgana is that friend. And Morgana is willing to spend endless hours with Gwen as long as it makes her friend better.
“Dreaming again, are we?” Gwen says with a smile, pulls the chair back and sits down. Morgana is shocked da the sudden intrusion, looks at Gwen a while before smiling back.
“When te did te arrive?”
“A while ago,” Gwen says, removing her bag strap from around her shoulder. Morgana makes a face. ‘A while ago?’ she thinks to herself, loudly.
“I didn’t see te through the door.”
“I took the back door” Gwen risposte shortly.
“Oh, I see, silly me… of course there’s a back door,” Morgana laughs at her own silliness and pushes the cup inoltrare, avanti as the waitress comes around to refill her coffee. “So what’s the delay? The door was locked?” she teases. Gwen smiles and waves to the waitress, signaling she didn’t want the coffee. The waitress leaves. Gwen inches forward.
“You would not believe me if I told you.”
“Try me. Besides, we’ve got plenty of time” Morgana says.
“I went to the hospital…”
“What? But I thought te detto te went to the grocery store?”
“I went there after making my trip to the grocery store, and…” Gwen lies.
“Why?” Morgana cuts her short, her face tightening. After what she endured the night her father died, Morgana didn’t expect her friend to return there again.
“To find out about the man… the driver who killed my father.”
“Are te insane, Gwen? Why would te want to do that?” now Morgana is really upset. What in the world was Gwen thinking? o not thinking?
“I needed to know, Morgana… I know he survived, so I wanted to see him.”
“And…” Morgana smells revenge.
“And what?”
“Come on, Gwen, te don’t think I’m that stupid. te wouldn’t want to visit that man without a reason. Why did te go there, honestly speaking?”
“I told you…”
“Gwen?” Morgana doesn’t buy her words and waits patiently. Gwen bites her lip and sighs. Morgana is a smart girl and there’s no way she’s getting tricked in this matter. No matter how hard she tries, Gwen knows Morgana will get to the end of this issue somehow. So it’s better to play it smart. Tell her friend everything.
“I went there to… kill him” Gwen says slowly.
Morgana spits out her coffee and coughs. A number of customers in the commensale, diner turn towards them. Gwen reaches out and pats Morgana’s back but her friend shrugs it away. Gwen signals for the waitress for a fresh cloth and a cup of warm water. Morgana’s cough reduces and Morgana wipes her mouth with the napkin.
“Morgana?”
“What’s got into you, Gwen?” Morgana asks and wipes the front of her blouse. The waitress arrives and cleans the table.
“What were te thinking?” Morgana asks again and sniffs.
“I’m just giving him what he deserves.”
“And who told te can play God, Gwen?”
“He played God and took my father’s life? Was that fair to me?”
“And that means te can repeat that? So, what’s the difference between te and him?”
“I don’t care Morgana!!” Gwen hisses softly. The waitress arrives with a new cup of coffee, places it on the tavolo and leaves. “I can’t be bloody bothered about all this conscience, fairness and stuff like that! I just want… justice. I know it is wrong, but… what he did was unfair to me!!”
“Of course, honey… but that doesn’t give te the right to take matters in your own hands.”
“Then what do te expect me to do, Morgana? Just tell me, please, because I don’t know. I saw my father dying in front of my eyes, Morgana… he didn’t deserve it, yet he was taken away from me. And you’re expecting me to sit back and accept his death?”
“Gwen… it’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s what you’re suggesting, isn’t it?” Gwen is pissed. Morgana sighs and keeps mum. She knows Gwen is angry, who wouldn’t be, after all? She just went through some traumatic moments in her life; losing her father in a gruesome death and being orphaned at such young age. Anyone in her shoes will be gutted and this is how they’d react. Morgana doesn’t blame Gwen for having such hatred in her cuore but she knows Gwen didn’t mean what she detto she’d do. Gwen has always been the sensible one and always respects her conscience but she is also a fighter. She believes being true to her cuore and never makes hasty decision. So if she is turned against her own self, then she must be really hurt inside. Morgana reaches out and grabs Gwen’s hand, clasping it warmly in hers.
“Look, honey… I understand your hate for that man and I don’t blame you. I would do exactly the same if I was in yours shoes, but… that’s me, Gwen. I would do something stupid like this, but not you. You’re the one who’d be careful with your decisions, so… I’m surprised te even considered what te planned.”
“I know, Morgana… I know,” Gwen says sadly and drops her head down. Morgana lifts Gwen’s chin.
“What made te think like this?” she asks. Gwen looks at her for a while.
“When te watch someone te Amore die in front of you, the mind immediately switches off and the cuore takes over. I think that’s what happened to me, Morgana. I didn’t think o consider my actions. I just listened to my cuore weeping and thought he had to pay. That’s all. I wouldn’t take this drastic measure if he’d died along with my father. Because he lived, he’s got to pay!” Gwen explains.
“But, is this what your father would want?”
“No… definitely not. He’d never approve, but …”
“But what?”
“He’s not alive to disapprove Morgana. I’m just avenging his death.”
“And te can live with that? Ignore your conscience and act as if everything is all right?” Morgana asks.
Gwen doesn’t want to answer that question. Morgana is right. She can never live with that guilt plaguing her cuore for the rest of her life. And she can never ignore her conscience. It would be haunting her forever. And her father… would never forgive her. But she’s hurt, too and did anyone consider her feelings? Did anyone step inoltrare, avanti and ask how she’s been?
“Sweetheart… look! I know te can never betray your trust o belief and that’s why I think it’s a hasty decision and you’re recitazione emotionally. But deep down, even te know it’s a wrong decision. So, just let go of it, yeah?”
“Is it fair to me?”
“It’s not… definitely not, but at least you’ll be guilt free.”
“He still lives, Morgana!!” Gwen says, her tears welling in her eyes. “He lives and my father doesn’t!”
“I know… I know.”
“How can I live with that? My father was taken away from me da force, and what did he do to deserve such… such a horrifying death? The driver is the one who should have been in the morgue, not my father… not my father!!” Gwen pulls her hand away from Morgana’s and wipes her tears. Morgana wants to open her mouth but the waitress arrives with her food.
After the waitress leaves, she asks, “So, there’s no changing your mind about this?”
“Morgana… I’m not sure what to think. One part of me wants him dead and the other is reminding me of the sin. I’m lost… I don’t even know what to think anymore”
“It’s never healthy to think ill of another; despite what they’ve done to us. But as your friend, I can only advise you. You’re old enough to think for yourself, so I’ve decided: either you’re in o out.”
“What?” Gwen didn’t understand.
“If te still want him dead, fine. Let’s do it together!””
“Wha…” Gwen doesn’t believe what she hears. Is Morgana out of her mind o is she teasing her? But however it may be, it sounds funny. Suddenly her cuore feels light.
“I’m your friend, Gwen. I share your tears and grief and I too want to share your guilt. te want to kill the driver, let’s do it together. How do te plan to do it?”
Gwen laughed. She just felt like laughing. Morgana smiles. It feels good to see Gwen laugh like she always did.
“You sure, Morgana?”
“Yeah… what shall we do? We pull the plug on his breathing machine o cut him open o what? I have seen some murder Film on the telly and maybe we can use that as examples?”
“Morgana!!” Gwen laughs again.
“Gwen, I’m being serious here. te really want him dead, so let’s get it done!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Look… I wanted to kill him but te don’t have to share the burden, Morgana. Besides, I’m done thinking I want to kill him,” Gwen smiles and swallows.
“So now te don’t want to kill him? I thought a while fa te were fretting to see him dead?”
I do… God, I still do, but you’re right. I respect my conscience and I was behaving emotionally, that’s all. Whether he’s dead o not, my father isn’t going to return to me. So it’s best I should let it go. Like te said.”
“Now, that’s my girl… though I am still suspicious of this sudden change of heart”
“It was you… when te wanted to unisciti me; I sensed something in your offer. I sensed I was troubling my Friends più than I do myself. And I can never live with that, so… I’ve decided to cast my atrocious thoughts aside”
“No più revenge talk, I believe?”
“I hope not.”
“Good! It’s not a healthy subject, Gwen. I am sure your father wouldn’t want te to become a murderer. It aches to lose someone, but life goes on. God has plan for all of us. Death is part of our life and your father’s demise is part of God’s plan for te and your future. We may feel amaro about this now but one giorno you’ll look back and be able to remember all the good.”
“Though your words are beautiful, Morgana, I still can’t help feeling bitter. But I will consider what te said. Thanks, Morgana,” Gwen replies.
“Did te see him?” Morgana asks and spoons a mouthful of the soup.
“Yeah… and he’s blind.”
Morgana almost spits the la minestra, zuppa out but she controls herself. “He’s blind?”
“Yeah, I saw it myself”
“Bloody hell… God punished him way quicker than us.”
“He’s still in the ward but I saw him struggling, Morgana. He just found out he is blind and that was the most beautiful sight I’ve seen today,” Gwen picks the spoon and spoons a mouthful of la minestra, zuppa herself.
“You can’t mean that!.” Morgana was shocked.
“I do… I might be disappointed he’s alive, Morgana, but I’m thrilled to see him blind! I just enjoyed watching him suffer.” Gwen tells her calmly.
“Gwen,” Morgana says and slows down. Gwen knows why her friend has slowed down and she knows she’s being nasty but she’s just a human being. She has right to feel amaro and a little nasty wouldn’t hurt anyone. She wants everyone to know she’s unhappy with the way things turned around. Elyan and the rest might disagree but she didn’t care. She hates the driver and she is happy he is suffering for his sin. Perhaps, she should make another trip to the hospital. Try to talk to him, make him realise his mistake and pile on his guilt. A smile escaped her lips as she thinks of her plans.
“Gwen, I’m sorry but I don’t know you. Really… this isn’t you. How can te be so cold?”
“I am not, Morgana. I am just being human”
“First te want to kill him and now you’re enjoying his misery? What happened to the old Gwen?”
“She died the giorno my father was killed, Morgana. This is the new Gwen and I don’t give a shit about what others think of me. I value your advice, which is why I decided not to carry on with my earlier plans but do not ask me not to enjoy this! I want him to suffer and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it. And please,” Gwen halts Morgana as the latter moves to speak out. “Don’t try advising me on this Morgana. I am sorry but this is one bit you’ll have to accept regardless te like it o not” Gwen finishes sternly. Morgana sighs and bites her lips, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table.
“Well, since you’ve made your mind up there’s nothing I can do o say about it, I suppose” Morgana says after a short while. “But a word of advice… just make sure it’s not te who ends up being hurt,” she adds, eyeing her friend keenly.
“I won’t, Morgana, I won’t” Gwen promises. Morgana nods and spoons her soup.
“Is he just blind, or…”
“He seems to have cast on his arm and still bedridden but his blindness was obvious.”
“Hmm… good luck, then.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know, Gwen, just felt like saying. Don’t feel too good about what you’re doing but since you’re being stubborn about it, felt te could use some luck.”
“Haha!! It’s him who needs all the luck, Morgana. Not me… not me” Gwen says.
“Whatever… now let’s change the subject, shall we? Can te follow me to the masseur?”
“Why, what happened to you?”
“Work, Gwen… I cramped my neck lifting the servers yesterday.”
“Oh dear… I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Perhaps I should cut my leave…”
“Nonsense… te carry on with your leave, yeah. I was being hasty and it serves me right. Just need a light massage and I’ll be good”
“Sure… what is this? It’s good” Gwen says as she picks up Morgana’s spoon and samples the soup.
“Chef’s lunch special… te want one?”
“Sure…” Gwen says as Morgana orders another set of the soup.
Elyan twirls his fingers furiously as he waits for Gwen. It is almost seven and still there’s no sign of her. Percival has left for the shopping mall, leaving Elyan all alone in the house. His stomach grumbles and he clutches it, shyly. He hasn’t eaten anything since morning and it shows. Despite his hunger, he isn’t keen in getting Cibo yet. He needs some clarification from his sister and willing to wait up to midnight if need arises.
“Elyan?” Gwen calls from door as she steps in and closes the door behind her. Elyan looks up, his face tightening.
Gwen slides her bag off and tosses it on the divano and nears him. “Where’s Percival?”
“He’s out shopping… where have te been?” Elyan asks, standing up.
“Work. Didn’t Percival tell you?”
“He did but how come Gaius called in to ask of your whereabouts?”
“Huh?”
“Gaius called, asking for you. Didn’t te meet him at work?”
‘Oh dear!!’ Gwen thought. Why didn’t Gaius call her mobile? There’s no point lying to Elyan anymore. Better be out with the truth.
“I’m waiting, Guinevere.”
“I’m sorry, Elyan, I lied. I didn’t go to work… I went to the hospital.”
“What for?” Elyan is surprised.
“I wanted to know the condition of that driver.”
“I told te he survived, didn’t te trust me?” Elyan asks.
“I did, but I wanted to see what else he suffered.”
“And what did te find?”
“He’s blind, Elyan!” Gwen’s face lights up. “He is blind as a bat,” she adds with a huge smile but Elyan’s face darkens.
“Oh God!” he says, looking away from her. Gwen’s smile fades.
“What do te mean da that, Elyan?” she asks, her tone rough.
“He’s blind, te say… that’s a pity.”
“You’re feeling sorry, Elyan? I don’t believe this!!” Gwen scoffs and turns away. She throws her hands up in the air in disbelief and shakes her head. “I thought you’d be happy!!” she adds turning back to face him.
“Laughing at someone else’s misery isn’t what Father taught us, Gwen. I realise what’s he done to us, but he is suffering too. He didn’t get away, did he? He is paying his price but this is too harsh, even for someone like him”
“Harsh isn’t the word I’d use Elyan! I think he deserves it, perhaps more”
“You seem to be enjoying this, Gwen!” Elyan says, attraversare, croce with his sister.
“I am, Brother, I am!” she says bitterly and glares at Elyan. Elyan wants to answer her back but stops short. There’s no point trying to drill sense into Gwen as his sister isn’t keen on it at the moment. She has made her decision and seems to hold on to it.
“Why the cruelty, Gwen?”
“Cruel Elyan? No… I’m not being cruel. te know I’m never like that. I’m just being human. I’m not a robot, Elyan, and I have a heart. That cuore is torn and is weeping because an idiot took away the one person matters the most to me. So I’m hurt and no one stepped inoltrare, avanti to share that grief with me. And now when I hear the idiot is suffering and will do più in his future, my cuore soars. Because for me, this is proof that justice is served. This is proof that God exists!! So, I’m just dwelling on the moment. Cruel, Elyan? Of course not!!”
“Gwen?” Elyan is startled. He has never seen his sister like this, amaro and cold. Yes, the loss was a blow to both of them but it doesn’t mean they need to be mean to that driver. He’s got his fair share of punishment back. Regardless what they wish o how much they hate him, their father will remain dead. He is not coming back, no matter what. He accepted the fact and moved on but not his sister. And from the way he sees it; looks like she isn’t going for a long time.
Gwen notices Elyan’s dismal mood and the way his face changes as soon she spoke out. She didn’t like what she detto to her brother but it had to be said. She has a point in her actions but both Morgana and Elyan didn’t want to listen to her. Hence the rough tone as long as she gets her thought out. She sighs. “Elyan, how can te be sorry for him? Have te forgotten what he did, o have te forgiven him?” she asks after noticing Elyan been quiet after her outburst.
“I haven’t forgiven, him Gwen. I don’t think I will right now. Perhaps later, but definitely not now. But I just feel sorry for him”
“Why?”
“Because he didn’t kill Father on purpose! That’s why!” Elyan remarks.
“This is ridiculous!! He was drunk and driving, Elyan. He wanted to kill himself but he took Father’s life instead”
“Exactly… he was drunk and he wasn’t sane. He was consumed da dizziness and he didn’t know where he drove. Father was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That doesn’t make him a murderer,” Elyan says sadly. Gwen knows it is a valid point but she is still amaro about the whole accident and refuses to accept the explanation.
“Elyan…” she begins to speak.
“Look, Gwen” Elyan cuts her short, holds her da the shoulder and looks at her eyes. “You’re wrong! I understand your pain and share your grief più than anyone here and I know you’re not a mean person. This mask of yours is just a mask. It’s temporary and anytime now I know you’ll remove it and become the sister I know and love. That is the real you, not this,” he says softly. “I understand why you’re enjoying that man’s misery and you’re old enough to make what decision Suits you, but as your brother, I don’t think it’s the right move. We Lost our father, yes, but that man Lost his sight and he’ll have to live with what he did for the rest of his life. Our misery goes da in a anno o two, but his? Have we put ourselves in his shoes and felt his pain? Perhaps he doesn’t know what happened and when he does, how will he feel? He’ll be guilty and that’s going to plague him for eternity. How will te feel about him then? Will te pity him, Gwen, o will te continue with your wrath?”
Elyan’s right, Gwen thinks, but like she told Morgana, she’s letting her emotions take control and that’s causing her the rift with Morgana and Elyan. Both are thinking Gwen has Lost her mind and advising her against it. But how will she explain to them? Elyan seems to be in control of his pain and emotions, but why can’t she do the same? She used to be in control of herself but why no more?
“Gwen. I Amore te and I don’t want to lose you, too. This hatred, whatever it is, has to go. It will eat te up, dear, and it’s not what father would want, either,” Elyan advises. Gwen hangs her head down, feeling ashamed. Elyan lifts her chin. “Father died in peace, knowing he saved your life. Think what could have happened to him if te were killed that night? He wouldn’t have forgiven himself and probably driven himself to madness. But he saved te and he had to go. It was his fate and there’s nothing we can do about it. But if te think he was snatched away from us, he wasn’t. God loved him and asked him to unisciti him up there,” Elyan points up. “And we must learn to let him go,” he adds.
Tears roll down Gwen’s cheek. Letting go is the hardest part and Elyan makes it sound so easy. But has he?
“You must let him go, Gwen.”
“Have you?” Gwen asks. Elyan sighs.
“I’m trying, Gwen, I won’t lie to you. I am trying, and te must too,” he says. Gwen buries her face against his cuore and sobs. Elyan pats her head softly.
“And te must learn to forgive, Gwen,” Elyan says. Gwen pulls away immediately, her face taut.
“No!” she says quickly. Elyan wipes her tears.
“You must… at least for Father’s sake. As I detto a while ago, perhaps it wasn’t his intention at all. Put yourself in his place, Gwen, and it’ll make sense. I’m not asking te to be his friend, just forgive and forget all this. It’s not healthy and we have a life ahead of us. We need to sposta inoltrare, avanti and this isn’t what we should be dwelling on.”
“I won’t lie to te either, Elyan. I will try but don’t force me to forgive him.”
“I won’t, sweetheart, I won’t. Take all the time in the world if te need. I just want my sister back and I can’t orso to see te all suited with revenge. This is what Father would want, too”
“Fine, for Father’s sake…” Gwen promises and hugs Elyan.
“Thank you, Gwen,” Elyan kisses her head and hugs her back, warmly.
Morgana was in her house, cleaning out her closet when the mobile rings. She wipes her sweat, hurries to the mobile, picks it up and clicks on the receiver button.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Morgana?” Morgause says from the other side of the line. Morgana smiles and walks to the sofa and sits herself down.
“Morgause? I was expecting your call last night”
“I know, I’m sorry … I was busy” Morgause says.
“I understand … so, ho are you?”
“I’m fine, you?”
“Not so much, Sister… te heard about Gwen’s father?”
“Yes, I am sorry I couldn’t make it for the service. I called Gwen and offered my condolences. Poor soul, she must’ve been hurt and devastated.”
“She is… it was horrible.”
“He was run over?”
“Yes, and from what Gwen described, he was completely broken. He passed away before they could perform any operation on him.”
“Oh dear… how’s Elyan?”
“He seems to be getting over the death much quicker than Gwen. She’s tormented and that much is obvious.”
“She needs a listening ear, Morgana. She needs her Friends now…”
“I know, and that’s why I am always with her…”
“Well, life is never fair, Morgana. It takes away the person we Amore the most and leaves us in misery.”
“That’s life. How’s Modred getting on?” Morgana asks.
“That’s why I called, dear.”
“Is he getting into troubles again?”
“Hmm…”
“Morgause?” Morgana knows the answer but she wants to listen it from her own sister.
“In a way, yes. His teacher called and they seem to be getting annoyed with his attitude. They have dato out a final warning and I tried to reason with him, yet he just wouldn’t listen.”
“Have te asked Lot to talk with him?”
“Do te think he listens to his father?”
“He has to, Morgause!”
“There’s only one person he’ll listen to and that’s you, Morgana” Morgause replies. Morgana sighs and bites her lip. “All right, what do te want me to do?”
“Talk to him. Tell him to change his attitude and make him realise his behaviour isn’t going to land him anywhere.”
“All right I will… is he there?”
“No, he’s out playing football with his friends. Call him in another hour’s time. te can let him know I told you, he knows I will but please advise him Morgana. I can’t carry on like this.”
“I will sister, I promise. Take care and I’ll call te in another hour’s time.”
“Thank you” Morgause says and ends the conversation. Morgana sighs and keeps the mobile back on the table.
“Modred… why are te such a troubling child?” she asks herself, gets up and gets back to her cleaning.
The telly tunes one of Elyan’s favourite songs yet Elyan’s thought drifts elsewhere. Beside him Percival notes his friend’s mood and though he wants to know what is on Elyan’s mind, he doesn’t want to ask right now. The tune changes and another song is playing now. Percival slurps his coffee.
“Elyan? Are te still thinking about Gwen?” Percival ask, placing his cup back on the table.
“Hmm…” Elyan turns to face his friend.
“Are te still thinking about that?”
“I’m worried about her, Percival. te should’ve seen her today, the way she spoke and those eyes… they were completely cold Percival. I have never seen her like this.”
“She is devastated, Elyan. Anyone in her shoes will speak like her. But te reasoned with her, didn’t you? I’m sure she would have understood.”
“I hope she does… I don’t want her to carry on like this.”
“She won’t Elyan, she’s your sister and she’s a smart girl. She was just emotionally tormented but I’m sure as time passes on she will learn to adapt to the changes. She will learn to let go of her father, learn to deal with the loss,” Percival advices. Elyan sighs and keeps quiet.
“What is it?”
“I was little harsh with my words today, Percival. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken like that to her before and I don’t wish to again. I just want her to understand, that’s all. Do te think what I did was wrong?”
“No… te didn’t Elyan. And I’m sure she knows that, too… don’t worry, my friend.”
“You sure about it?”
“More than sure … don’t worry, Gwen will be fine. She has a good brother to take care of her. Just make sure te take care of yourself,” Percival says with a smile. Elyan smiles back.
“He’s blind, Percival,” Elyan says after a while.
“What?” Percival was shocked.
“I didn’t know he was blind. Did you?” Elyan asks, looking at his friend.
“No … when te asked me to meet up with Uther on your behalf, he was interested in your segnala and that’s all. He told me nothing about his son’s injuries o him being blind. This is news Elyan, how did te know?” Percival asks, recalling the brief meeting he shared with Uther at the hospital when the older Pendragon requested Elyan to withdraw from lodging the segnala on his son. Elyan refused to meet Uther and asked Percival to do so instead, conveying his messages through his friend.
“Gwen told me. She went to the hospital today and found out.”
“Oh dear… he is a young man, Elyan. I didn’t see him but his father kept mentioning how young his son is. Poor guy.”
“Maybe I took the right decision Percival, not lodging any segnala against that man. If I did, imagine sending a blind man to the prison? Can’t live with that Percival”
“I’m sure one giorno God will repay te for your kind cuore Elyan”
“I just want Gwen to be happy Percival. It’s all I want from God, nothing else. She needs a better future and I have to give it to her. I didn’t want to segnala anything because I didn’t want to waste my time and money against that rich man, Percival… it’s no use. I did it for Gwen’s sake, not because of that man o his son. But at least I can feel relieved I didn’t send a blind man to prison. If he were to die there then I’ll be feeling guilty for the rest of my life. Now I don’t”
“Things happen for a reason, Elyan… we just need to wait and see what all this means,” Percival tells Elyan. The latter nods and turns back to watch the telly, sighing as he recalls Percival’s words.
Morgana drops her fork and push away the secondo plate of cialde she finished today. She licks her finger and lifts her eyes towards the door of the commensale, diner and sighs. There’s still no sight of Gwen yet. She quickly glances at her watch; the time is just five minuti shy of twelve. And Gwen should have been here ten minuti ago. Well that’s what she detto through the phone.
“Can I clear the table, miss?” the waitress asks, her smile pleasing. Morgana looks up at the waitress and smiles, leaning back to allow the girl to clear the table.
“Yeah, please go ahead. And can te get me some fresh doughnuts please?”
“At this hour?”
“Hmm… why?” Morgana was completely bewildered at the question.
“It’s almost lunch time and usually we have lunch specialties to offer. Today is the chef’s special. fungo la minestra, zuppa laced with goat’s cheese and fresh basil along with freshly baked garlic bread. For dessert we have Cioccolato cake topped with homemade ice cream and strawberries”
“Now you’re talking… get me those and take all the time te need. I might be here for at least an hour”
“Very well, then,” the waitress says and leaves with Morgana’s plates. Morgana sips her coffee and waits patiently.
“Gwen… Gwen… where are you?” she asks herself. The couple at the tavolo beside her tosses a quick look. Morgana ignores them and keeps watching the door. What could be keeping that girl so long? She detto she was already on her way here and da Morgana’s calculation the trip to this commensale, diner would not be this long unless Gwen has decided to stop and mind something else. Morgana finishes her coffee and signals for her cup to be refilled, massaging her neck slowly. It’s been a long giorno at work yesterday, with the shifting and relocating between the old and new buildings. Though Morgana took care of the shifting within the old building, she had to do three people’s tasks. With Gwen still on leave, Morgana steps into Gwen’s shoes and sees to the transferring of the documentation and hardware personally. Add her own duties as well as Bedievere’s, who still hasn’t come back from his leave, and she’s got her hands full. Yesterday, right after the funeral service, Morgana headed back to work to finish her incomplete tasks. Though Gaius has dato permission for her to take the rest of the giorno off, she insisted on getting on with the work. It was fruitful as she managed to get almost half of hers and Gwen’s belongings shifted to the new building. But it came with a price. Her body ached like hell and her neck cramped. She was supposed to travel with Kay and Gaius to the new site but Gaius asked her to rest instead. She has an appointment with a masseur today at three in the afternoon, but she wanted to hang out with Gwen first. She saw first hand how traumatic Gwen became the giorno she picked her up at the hospital and then at the funeral service yesterday. Gwen needs someone to talk to, a friend to share her burden and Morgana is that friend. And Morgana is willing to spend endless hours with Gwen as long as it makes her friend better.
“Dreaming again, are we?” Gwen says with a smile, pulls the chair back and sits down. Morgana is shocked da the sudden intrusion, looks at Gwen a while before smiling back.
“When te did te arrive?”
“A while ago,” Gwen says, removing her bag strap from around her shoulder. Morgana makes a face. ‘A while ago?’ she thinks to herself, loudly.
“I didn’t see te through the door.”
“I took the back door” Gwen risposte shortly.
“Oh, I see, silly me… of course there’s a back door,” Morgana laughs at her own silliness and pushes the cup inoltrare, avanti as the waitress comes around to refill her coffee. “So what’s the delay? The door was locked?” she teases. Gwen smiles and waves to the waitress, signaling she didn’t want the coffee. The waitress leaves. Gwen inches forward.
“You would not believe me if I told you.”
“Try me. Besides, we’ve got plenty of time” Morgana says.
“I went to the hospital…”
“What? But I thought te detto te went to the grocery store?”
“I went there after making my trip to the grocery store, and…” Gwen lies.
“Why?” Morgana cuts her short, her face tightening. After what she endured the night her father died, Morgana didn’t expect her friend to return there again.
“To find out about the man… the driver who killed my father.”
“Are te insane, Gwen? Why would te want to do that?” now Morgana is really upset. What in the world was Gwen thinking? o not thinking?
“I needed to know, Morgana… I know he survived, so I wanted to see him.”
“And…” Morgana smells revenge.
“And what?”
“Come on, Gwen, te don’t think I’m that stupid. te wouldn’t want to visit that man without a reason. Why did te go there, honestly speaking?”
“I told you…”
“Gwen?” Morgana doesn’t buy her words and waits patiently. Gwen bites her lip and sighs. Morgana is a smart girl and there’s no way she’s getting tricked in this matter. No matter how hard she tries, Gwen knows Morgana will get to the end of this issue somehow. So it’s better to play it smart. Tell her friend everything.
“I went there to… kill him” Gwen says slowly.
Morgana spits out her coffee and coughs. A number of customers in the commensale, diner turn towards them. Gwen reaches out and pats Morgana’s back but her friend shrugs it away. Gwen signals for the waitress for a fresh cloth and a cup of warm water. Morgana’s cough reduces and Morgana wipes her mouth with the napkin.
“Morgana?”
“What’s got into you, Gwen?” Morgana asks and wipes the front of her blouse. The waitress arrives and cleans the table.
“What were te thinking?” Morgana asks again and sniffs.
“I’m just giving him what he deserves.”
“And who told te can play God, Gwen?”
“He played God and took my father’s life? Was that fair to me?”
“And that means te can repeat that? So, what’s the difference between te and him?”
“I don’t care Morgana!!” Gwen hisses softly. The waitress arrives with a new cup of coffee, places it on the tavolo and leaves. “I can’t be bloody bothered about all this conscience, fairness and stuff like that! I just want… justice. I know it is wrong, but… what he did was unfair to me!!”
“Of course, honey… but that doesn’t give te the right to take matters in your own hands.”
“Then what do te expect me to do, Morgana? Just tell me, please, because I don’t know. I saw my father dying in front of my eyes, Morgana… he didn’t deserve it, yet he was taken away from me. And you’re expecting me to sit back and accept his death?”
“Gwen… it’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s what you’re suggesting, isn’t it?” Gwen is pissed. Morgana sighs and keeps mum. She knows Gwen is angry, who wouldn’t be, after all? She just went through some traumatic moments in her life; losing her father in a gruesome death and being orphaned at such young age. Anyone in her shoes will be gutted and this is how they’d react. Morgana doesn’t blame Gwen for having such hatred in her cuore but she knows Gwen didn’t mean what she detto she’d do. Gwen has always been the sensible one and always respects her conscience but she is also a fighter. She believes being true to her cuore and never makes hasty decision. So if she is turned against her own self, then she must be really hurt inside. Morgana reaches out and grabs Gwen’s hand, clasping it warmly in hers.
“Look, honey… I understand your hate for that man and I don’t blame you. I would do exactly the same if I was in yours shoes, but… that’s me, Gwen. I would do something stupid like this, but not you. You’re the one who’d be careful with your decisions, so… I’m surprised te even considered what te planned.”
“I know, Morgana… I know,” Gwen says sadly and drops her head down. Morgana lifts Gwen’s chin.
“What made te think like this?” she asks. Gwen looks at her for a while.
“When te watch someone te Amore die in front of you, the mind immediately switches off and the cuore takes over. I think that’s what happened to me, Morgana. I didn’t think o consider my actions. I just listened to my cuore weeping and thought he had to pay. That’s all. I wouldn’t take this drastic measure if he’d died along with my father. Because he lived, he’s got to pay!” Gwen explains.
“But, is this what your father would want?”
“No… definitely not. He’d never approve, but …”
“But what?”
“He’s not alive to disapprove Morgana. I’m just avenging his death.”
“And te can live with that? Ignore your conscience and act as if everything is all right?” Morgana asks.
Gwen doesn’t want to answer that question. Morgana is right. She can never live with that guilt plaguing her cuore for the rest of her life. And she can never ignore her conscience. It would be haunting her forever. And her father… would never forgive her. But she’s hurt, too and did anyone consider her feelings? Did anyone step inoltrare, avanti and ask how she’s been?
“Sweetheart… look! I know te can never betray your trust o belief and that’s why I think it’s a hasty decision and you’re recitazione emotionally. But deep down, even te know it’s a wrong decision. So, just let go of it, yeah?”
“Is it fair to me?”
“It’s not… definitely not, but at least you’ll be guilt free.”
“He still lives, Morgana!!” Gwen says, her tears welling in her eyes. “He lives and my father doesn’t!”
“I know… I know.”
“How can I live with that? My father was taken away from me da force, and what did he do to deserve such… such a horrifying death? The driver is the one who should have been in the morgue, not my father… not my father!!” Gwen pulls her hand away from Morgana’s and wipes her tears. Morgana wants to open her mouth but the waitress arrives with her food.
After the waitress leaves, she asks, “So, there’s no changing your mind about this?”
“Morgana… I’m not sure what to think. One part of me wants him dead and the other is reminding me of the sin. I’m lost… I don’t even know what to think anymore”
“It’s never healthy to think ill of another; despite what they’ve done to us. But as your friend, I can only advise you. You’re old enough to think for yourself, so I’ve decided: either you’re in o out.”
“What?” Gwen didn’t understand.
“If te still want him dead, fine. Let’s do it together!””
“Wha…” Gwen doesn’t believe what she hears. Is Morgana out of her mind o is she teasing her? But however it may be, it sounds funny. Suddenly her cuore feels light.
“I’m your friend, Gwen. I share your tears and grief and I too want to share your guilt. te want to kill the driver, let’s do it together. How do te plan to do it?”
Gwen laughed. She just felt like laughing. Morgana smiles. It feels good to see Gwen laugh like she always did.
“You sure, Morgana?”
“Yeah… what shall we do? We pull the plug on his breathing machine o cut him open o what? I have seen some murder Film on the telly and maybe we can use that as examples?”
“Morgana!!” Gwen laughs again.
“Gwen, I’m being serious here. te really want him dead, so let’s get it done!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Look… I wanted to kill him but te don’t have to share the burden, Morgana. Besides, I’m done thinking I want to kill him,” Gwen smiles and swallows.
“So now te don’t want to kill him? I thought a while fa te were fretting to see him dead?”
I do… God, I still do, but you’re right. I respect my conscience and I was behaving emotionally, that’s all. Whether he’s dead o not, my father isn’t going to return to me. So it’s best I should let it go. Like te said.”
“Now, that’s my girl… though I am still suspicious of this sudden change of heart”
“It was you… when te wanted to unisciti me; I sensed something in your offer. I sensed I was troubling my Friends più than I do myself. And I can never live with that, so… I’ve decided to cast my atrocious thoughts aside”
“No più revenge talk, I believe?”
“I hope not.”
“Good! It’s not a healthy subject, Gwen. I am sure your father wouldn’t want te to become a murderer. It aches to lose someone, but life goes on. God has plan for all of us. Death is part of our life and your father’s demise is part of God’s plan for te and your future. We may feel amaro about this now but one giorno you’ll look back and be able to remember all the good.”
“Though your words are beautiful, Morgana, I still can’t help feeling bitter. But I will consider what te said. Thanks, Morgana,” Gwen replies.
“Did te see him?” Morgana asks and spoons a mouthful of the soup.
“Yeah… and he’s blind.”
Morgana almost spits the la minestra, zuppa out but she controls herself. “He’s blind?”
“Yeah, I saw it myself”
“Bloody hell… God punished him way quicker than us.”
“He’s still in the ward but I saw him struggling, Morgana. He just found out he is blind and that was the most beautiful sight I’ve seen today,” Gwen picks the spoon and spoons a mouthful of la minestra, zuppa herself.
“You can’t mean that!.” Morgana was shocked.
“I do… I might be disappointed he’s alive, Morgana, but I’m thrilled to see him blind! I just enjoyed watching him suffer.” Gwen tells her calmly.
“Gwen,” Morgana says and slows down. Gwen knows why her friend has slowed down and she knows she’s being nasty but she’s just a human being. She has right to feel amaro and a little nasty wouldn’t hurt anyone. She wants everyone to know she’s unhappy with the way things turned around. Elyan and the rest might disagree but she didn’t care. She hates the driver and she is happy he is suffering for his sin. Perhaps, she should make another trip to the hospital. Try to talk to him, make him realise his mistake and pile on his guilt. A smile escaped her lips as she thinks of her plans.
“Gwen, I’m sorry but I don’t know you. Really… this isn’t you. How can te be so cold?”
“I am not, Morgana. I am just being human”
“First te want to kill him and now you’re enjoying his misery? What happened to the old Gwen?”
“She died the giorno my father was killed, Morgana. This is the new Gwen and I don’t give a shit about what others think of me. I value your advice, which is why I decided not to carry on with my earlier plans but do not ask me not to enjoy this! I want him to suffer and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it. And please,” Gwen halts Morgana as the latter moves to speak out. “Don’t try advising me on this Morgana. I am sorry but this is one bit you’ll have to accept regardless te like it o not” Gwen finishes sternly. Morgana sighs and bites her lips, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table.
“Well, since you’ve made your mind up there’s nothing I can do o say about it, I suppose” Morgana says after a short while. “But a word of advice… just make sure it’s not te who ends up being hurt,” she adds, eyeing her friend keenly.
“I won’t, Morgana, I won’t” Gwen promises. Morgana nods and spoons her soup.
“Is he just blind, or…”
“He seems to have cast on his arm and still bedridden but his blindness was obvious.”
“Hmm… good luck, then.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know, Gwen, just felt like saying. Don’t feel too good about what you’re doing but since you’re being stubborn about it, felt te could use some luck.”
“Haha!! It’s him who needs all the luck, Morgana. Not me… not me” Gwen says.
“Whatever… now let’s change the subject, shall we? Can te follow me to the masseur?”
“Why, what happened to you?”
“Work, Gwen… I cramped my neck lifting the servers yesterday.”
“Oh dear… I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Perhaps I should cut my leave…”
“Nonsense… te carry on with your leave, yeah. I was being hasty and it serves me right. Just need a light massage and I’ll be good”
“Sure… what is this? It’s good” Gwen says as she picks up Morgana’s spoon and samples the soup.
“Chef’s lunch special… te want one?”
“Sure…” Gwen says as Morgana orders another set of the soup.
Elyan twirls his fingers furiously as he waits for Gwen. It is almost seven and still there’s no sign of her. Percival has left for the shopping mall, leaving Elyan all alone in the house. His stomach grumbles and he clutches it, shyly. He hasn’t eaten anything since morning and it shows. Despite his hunger, he isn’t keen in getting Cibo yet. He needs some clarification from his sister and willing to wait up to midnight if need arises.
“Elyan?” Gwen calls from door as she steps in and closes the door behind her. Elyan looks up, his face tightening.
Gwen slides her bag off and tosses it on the divano and nears him. “Where’s Percival?”
“He’s out shopping… where have te been?” Elyan asks, standing up.
“Work. Didn’t Percival tell you?”
“He did but how come Gaius called in to ask of your whereabouts?”
“Huh?”
“Gaius called, asking for you. Didn’t te meet him at work?”
‘Oh dear!!’ Gwen thought. Why didn’t Gaius call her mobile? There’s no point lying to Elyan anymore. Better be out with the truth.
“I’m waiting, Guinevere.”
“I’m sorry, Elyan, I lied. I didn’t go to work… I went to the hospital.”
“What for?” Elyan is surprised.
“I wanted to know the condition of that driver.”
“I told te he survived, didn’t te trust me?” Elyan asks.
“I did, but I wanted to see what else he suffered.”
“And what did te find?”
“He’s blind, Elyan!” Gwen’s face lights up. “He is blind as a bat,” she adds with a huge smile but Elyan’s face darkens.
“Oh God!” he says, looking away from her. Gwen’s smile fades.
“What do te mean da that, Elyan?” she asks, her tone rough.
“He’s blind, te say… that’s a pity.”
“You’re feeling sorry, Elyan? I don’t believe this!!” Gwen scoffs and turns away. She throws her hands up in the air in disbelief and shakes her head. “I thought you’d be happy!!” she adds turning back to face him.
“Laughing at someone else’s misery isn’t what Father taught us, Gwen. I realise what’s he done to us, but he is suffering too. He didn’t get away, did he? He is paying his price but this is too harsh, even for someone like him”
“Harsh isn’t the word I’d use Elyan! I think he deserves it, perhaps more”
“You seem to be enjoying this, Gwen!” Elyan says, attraversare, croce with his sister.
“I am, Brother, I am!” she says bitterly and glares at Elyan. Elyan wants to answer her back but stops short. There’s no point trying to drill sense into Gwen as his sister isn’t keen on it at the moment. She has made her decision and seems to hold on to it.
“Why the cruelty, Gwen?”
“Cruel Elyan? No… I’m not being cruel. te know I’m never like that. I’m just being human. I’m not a robot, Elyan, and I have a heart. That cuore is torn and is weeping because an idiot took away the one person matters the most to me. So I’m hurt and no one stepped inoltrare, avanti to share that grief with me. And now when I hear the idiot is suffering and will do più in his future, my cuore soars. Because for me, this is proof that justice is served. This is proof that God exists!! So, I’m just dwelling on the moment. Cruel, Elyan? Of course not!!”
“Gwen?” Elyan is startled. He has never seen his sister like this, amaro and cold. Yes, the loss was a blow to both of them but it doesn’t mean they need to be mean to that driver. He’s got his fair share of punishment back. Regardless what they wish o how much they hate him, their father will remain dead. He is not coming back, no matter what. He accepted the fact and moved on but not his sister. And from the way he sees it; looks like she isn’t going for a long time.
Gwen notices Elyan’s dismal mood and the way his face changes as soon she spoke out. She didn’t like what she detto to her brother but it had to be said. She has a point in her actions but both Morgana and Elyan didn’t want to listen to her. Hence the rough tone as long as she gets her thought out. She sighs. “Elyan, how can te be sorry for him? Have te forgotten what he did, o have te forgiven him?” she asks after noticing Elyan been quiet after her outburst.
“I haven’t forgiven, him Gwen. I don’t think I will right now. Perhaps later, but definitely not now. But I just feel sorry for him”
“Why?”
“Because he didn’t kill Father on purpose! That’s why!” Elyan remarks.
“This is ridiculous!! He was drunk and driving, Elyan. He wanted to kill himself but he took Father’s life instead”
“Exactly… he was drunk and he wasn’t sane. He was consumed da dizziness and he didn’t know where he drove. Father was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That doesn’t make him a murderer,” Elyan says sadly. Gwen knows it is a valid point but she is still amaro about the whole accident and refuses to accept the explanation.
“Elyan…” she begins to speak.
“Look, Gwen” Elyan cuts her short, holds her da the shoulder and looks at her eyes. “You’re wrong! I understand your pain and share your grief più than anyone here and I know you’re not a mean person. This mask of yours is just a mask. It’s temporary and anytime now I know you’ll remove it and become the sister I know and love. That is the real you, not this,” he says softly. “I understand why you’re enjoying that man’s misery and you’re old enough to make what decision Suits you, but as your brother, I don’t think it’s the right move. We Lost our father, yes, but that man Lost his sight and he’ll have to live with what he did for the rest of his life. Our misery goes da in a anno o two, but his? Have we put ourselves in his shoes and felt his pain? Perhaps he doesn’t know what happened and when he does, how will he feel? He’ll be guilty and that’s going to plague him for eternity. How will te feel about him then? Will te pity him, Gwen, o will te continue with your wrath?”
Elyan’s right, Gwen thinks, but like she told Morgana, she’s letting her emotions take control and that’s causing her the rift with Morgana and Elyan. Both are thinking Gwen has Lost her mind and advising her against it. But how will she explain to them? Elyan seems to be in control of his pain and emotions, but why can’t she do the same? She used to be in control of herself but why no more?
“Gwen. I Amore te and I don’t want to lose you, too. This hatred, whatever it is, has to go. It will eat te up, dear, and it’s not what father would want, either,” Elyan advises. Gwen hangs her head down, feeling ashamed. Elyan lifts her chin. “Father died in peace, knowing he saved your life. Think what could have happened to him if te were killed that night? He wouldn’t have forgiven himself and probably driven himself to madness. But he saved te and he had to go. It was his fate and there’s nothing we can do about it. But if te think he was snatched away from us, he wasn’t. God loved him and asked him to unisciti him up there,” Elyan points up. “And we must learn to let him go,” he adds.
Tears roll down Gwen’s cheek. Letting go is the hardest part and Elyan makes it sound so easy. But has he?
“You must let him go, Gwen.”
“Have you?” Gwen asks. Elyan sighs.
“I’m trying, Gwen, I won’t lie to you. I am trying, and te must too,” he says. Gwen buries her face against his cuore and sobs. Elyan pats her head softly.
“And te must learn to forgive, Gwen,” Elyan says. Gwen pulls away immediately, her face taut.
“No!” she says quickly. Elyan wipes her tears.
“You must… at least for Father’s sake. As I detto a while ago, perhaps it wasn’t his intention at all. Put yourself in his place, Gwen, and it’ll make sense. I’m not asking te to be his friend, just forgive and forget all this. It’s not healthy and we have a life ahead of us. We need to sposta inoltrare, avanti and this isn’t what we should be dwelling on.”
“I won’t lie to te either, Elyan. I will try but don’t force me to forgive him.”
“I won’t, sweetheart, I won’t. Take all the time in the world if te need. I just want my sister back and I can’t orso to see te all suited with revenge. This is what Father would want, too”
“Fine, for Father’s sake…” Gwen promises and hugs Elyan.
“Thank you, Gwen,” Elyan kisses her head and hugs her back, warmly.
Morgana was in her house, cleaning out her closet when the mobile rings. She wipes her sweat, hurries to the mobile, picks it up and clicks on the receiver button.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Morgana?” Morgause says from the other side of the line. Morgana smiles and walks to the sofa and sits herself down.
“Morgause? I was expecting your call last night”
“I know, I’m sorry … I was busy” Morgause says.
“I understand … so, ho are you?”
“I’m fine, you?”
“Not so much, Sister… te heard about Gwen’s father?”
“Yes, I am sorry I couldn’t make it for the service. I called Gwen and offered my condolences. Poor soul, she must’ve been hurt and devastated.”
“She is… it was horrible.”
“He was run over?”
“Yes, and from what Gwen described, he was completely broken. He passed away before they could perform any operation on him.”
“Oh dear… how’s Elyan?”
“He seems to be getting over the death much quicker than Gwen. She’s tormented and that much is obvious.”
“She needs a listening ear, Morgana. She needs her Friends now…”
“I know, and that’s why I am always with her…”
“Well, life is never fair, Morgana. It takes away the person we Amore the most and leaves us in misery.”
“That’s life. How’s Modred getting on?” Morgana asks.
“That’s why I called, dear.”
“Is he getting into troubles again?”
“Hmm…”
“Morgause?” Morgana knows the answer but she wants to listen it from her own sister.
“In a way, yes. His teacher called and they seem to be getting annoyed with his attitude. They have dato out a final warning and I tried to reason with him, yet he just wouldn’t listen.”
“Have te asked Lot to talk with him?”
“Do te think he listens to his father?”
“He has to, Morgause!”
“There’s only one person he’ll listen to and that’s you, Morgana” Morgause replies. Morgana sighs and bites her lip. “All right, what do te want me to do?”
“Talk to him. Tell him to change his attitude and make him realise his behaviour isn’t going to land him anywhere.”
“All right I will… is he there?”
“No, he’s out playing football with his friends. Call him in another hour’s time. te can let him know I told you, he knows I will but please advise him Morgana. I can’t carry on like this.”
“I will sister, I promise. Take care and I’ll call te in another hour’s time.”
“Thank you” Morgause says and ends the conversation. Morgana sighs and keeps the mobile back on the table.
“Modred… why are te such a troubling child?” she asks herself, gets up and gets back to her cleaning.
The telly tunes one of Elyan’s favourite songs yet Elyan’s thought drifts elsewhere. Beside him Percival notes his friend’s mood and though he wants to know what is on Elyan’s mind, he doesn’t want to ask right now. The tune changes and another song is playing now. Percival slurps his coffee.
“Elyan? Are te still thinking about Gwen?” Percival ask, placing his cup back on the table.
“Hmm…” Elyan turns to face his friend.
“Are te still thinking about that?”
“I’m worried about her, Percival. te should’ve seen her today, the way she spoke and those eyes… they were completely cold Percival. I have never seen her like this.”
“She is devastated, Elyan. Anyone in her shoes will speak like her. But te reasoned with her, didn’t you? I’m sure she would have understood.”
“I hope she does… I don’t want her to carry on like this.”
“She won’t Elyan, she’s your sister and she’s a smart girl. She was just emotionally tormented but I’m sure as time passes on she will learn to adapt to the changes. She will learn to let go of her father, learn to deal with the loss,” Percival advices. Elyan sighs and keeps quiet.
“What is it?”
“I was little harsh with my words today, Percival. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken like that to her before and I don’t wish to again. I just want her to understand, that’s all. Do te think what I did was wrong?”
“No… te didn’t Elyan. And I’m sure she knows that, too… don’t worry, my friend.”
“You sure about it?”
“More than sure … don’t worry, Gwen will be fine. She has a good brother to take care of her. Just make sure te take care of yourself,” Percival says with a smile. Elyan smiles back.
“He’s blind, Percival,” Elyan says after a while.
“What?” Percival was shocked.
“I didn’t know he was blind. Did you?” Elyan asks, looking at his friend.
“No … when te asked me to meet up with Uther on your behalf, he was interested in your segnala and that’s all. He told me nothing about his son’s injuries o him being blind. This is news Elyan, how did te know?” Percival asks, recalling the brief meeting he shared with Uther at the hospital when the older Pendragon requested Elyan to withdraw from lodging the segnala on his son. Elyan refused to meet Uther and asked Percival to do so instead, conveying his messages through his friend.
“Gwen told me. She went to the hospital today and found out.”
“Oh dear… he is a young man, Elyan. I didn’t see him but his father kept mentioning how young his son is. Poor guy.”
“Maybe I took the right decision Percival, not lodging any segnala against that man. If I did, imagine sending a blind man to the prison? Can’t live with that Percival”
“I’m sure one giorno God will repay te for your kind cuore Elyan”
“I just want Gwen to be happy Percival. It’s all I want from God, nothing else. She needs a better future and I have to give it to her. I didn’t want to segnala anything because I didn’t want to waste my time and money against that rich man, Percival… it’s no use. I did it for Gwen’s sake, not because of that man o his son. But at least I can feel relieved I didn’t send a blind man to prison. If he were to die there then I’ll be feeling guilty for the rest of my life. Now I don’t”
“Things happen for a reason, Elyan… we just need to wait and see what all this means,” Percival tells Elyan. The latter nods and turns back to watch the telly, sighing as he recalls Percival’s words.
