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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 80 Sometime I'll tell you a parable about the Sisty Ugler and the Prince. I never saw you as anyone but the Prince. Never the troll. You have been slaying dragons for me. You'11 never understand how big and how terrible some of my dragons are. They were growing fat from being fed by other people. I used to hate myself most of the time. Now I like myself again. I don't want you to misunderstand. Mark, I have done things I felt I should be sorry about, but never truly was until now. . . . "I wish you hadn't told me," he said. I wish I hadn't, too. My God, how I do wish it! But I thought he might know, might somehow be able to tell. I meant only to be honest, not to hurt him. He put his fist through the wall and brought back bloodied knuckles, and nothing more was ever said. He loved me anyway. But the fairy princess was forever dead. A few days later there was a note from Jenny saying she had rented a cottage near the beach for a couple of days but she wasn't going to be there and I was free to stay. |