Upon reflection, it was really quite absurd. In my hour of crisis, I dwelled less on the possibility of impending doom than I did on Tamara. I blamed her, as though she could be held accountable for the ridiculous trial"after all, had she married me, I might have abandoned water-clerking and would not have brought myself into the state of affairs that had led to the debacle. I blamed myself for not pursuing her more vigorously"though three marriage proposals ought to meet any man's definition of vigor.
So, while the lawyer for the Crown attempted to convince the jury to convict me, I thought of something else. And, because even as I dwelled with longing and melancholy I remain a man, I also thought about the woman with dark hair.
It must be seen as no surprise that my mind wandered to other women. In the year since Tamara had married, I had distracted myself"not with the intent of forgetting, you must understand, but with the aim of making my sense of loss more superb"largely by indulging in vices, and those vices consisted predominantly of women and drink. I regretted that I was not of a gambling disposition, for most men I knew found that vice to be as distracting as the two I favored, if not more so. But in the past, having paid the high price of money lost at diversion, I could not quite grasp the entertainment in viewing a pair of avaricious hands collecting a pile of silver that had once been my own.
Drink and women: Those were vices on which I could depend. Neither needed to be of particularly fine quality; I was of no temper to be overly choosy. Yet, there was a woman, sitting at the edge of one of the benches, who captivated my attention as nearly as anything could in those sinister times. She had dark hair and eyes the color of a brooding sky. She was not the sort of breath taking gorgeous that made men stupid, but she was beautiful and had a kind of pert demeanor, with her slim nose and sharp chin. Though no great lady, she dressed like a woman of the middling ranks, neatly and with panache and a nod to fashion. And rather than flaunt her self brazenly, as some women are want to do, she let nature do what her tailor could not, and teased the eyes with a humbly cut bodice with a hint to a dazzling bosom. There was, in short, nothing that would have kept me from finding her a delight in an alehouse or tavern, but no particular reason why she should command my attention while I sat on trial for my life.
Except that she did not once take her eyes from me. Not for a moment.
Others looked at me, of course"my enemies with merriment, strangers with unpitying inquisitiveness"but this woman fixed on me a fraught, keen gaze. When our eyes locked, she neither smiled nor frowned but only met my look as though we had shared a lifetime together and no word need be spoken between us. Anyone observing would have thought us married or sweethearts, but I had never to my reminiscence"none the best during those six months of hearty drinking'seen her before. The mystery of her gaze monopolized my thoughts far more than the enigma of how I came to stand trial for the death of a dockworker I'd never heard of two days before my arrest. That was six months ago. And it is why I left yet another position in an Eastern port, once I was acquitted of course"there was never any real question of my innocence, right' ? And arrived here in an eccentric town without a clue to the woman's name or her whereabouts.
So, while the lawyer for the Crown attempted to convince the jury to convict me, I thought of something else. And, because even as I dwelled with longing and melancholy I remain a man, I also thought about the woman with dark hair.
It must be seen as no surprise that my mind wandered to other women. In the year since Tamara had married, I had distracted myself"not with the intent of forgetting, you must understand, but with the aim of making my sense of loss more superb"largely by indulging in vices, and those vices consisted predominantly of women and drink. I regretted that I was not of a gambling disposition, for most men I knew found that vice to be as distracting as the two I favored, if not more so. But in the past, having paid the high price of money lost at diversion, I could not quite grasp the entertainment in viewing a pair of avaricious hands collecting a pile of silver that had once been my own.
Drink and women: Those were vices on which I could depend. Neither needed to be of particularly fine quality; I was of no temper to be overly choosy. Yet, there was a woman, sitting at the edge of one of the benches, who captivated my attention as nearly as anything could in those sinister times. She had dark hair and eyes the color of a brooding sky. She was not the sort of breath taking gorgeous that made men stupid, but she was beautiful and had a kind of pert demeanor, with her slim nose and sharp chin. Though no great lady, she dressed like a woman of the middling ranks, neatly and with panache and a nod to fashion. And rather than flaunt her self brazenly, as some women are want to do, she let nature do what her tailor could not, and teased the eyes with a humbly cut bodice with a hint to a dazzling bosom. There was, in short, nothing that would have kept me from finding her a delight in an alehouse or tavern, but no particular reason why she should command my attention while I sat on trial for my life.
Except that she did not once take her eyes from me. Not for a moment.
Others looked at me, of course"my enemies with merriment, strangers with unpitying inquisitiveness"but this woman fixed on me a fraught, keen gaze. When our eyes locked, she neither smiled nor frowned but only met my look as though we had shared a lifetime together and no word need be spoken between us. Anyone observing would have thought us married or sweethearts, but I had never to my reminiscence"none the best during those six months of hearty drinking'seen her before. The mystery of her gaze monopolized my thoughts far more than the enigma of how I came to stand trial for the death of a dockworker I'd never heard of two days before my arrest. That was six months ago. And it is why I left yet another position in an Eastern port, once I was acquitted of course"there was never any real question of my innocence, right' ? And arrived here in an eccentric town without a clue to the woman's name or her whereabouts.