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but this I know is true: When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me.
“We give each other what we can spare, and what we can accept,” he said cheerfully, grinning as he drew alongside. “And that is as it ever has been between us, Phèdre. Friends?”
“That which yields, is not always weak. Choose your victories wisely.”
There is no folly like the folly of the wise.
When one looks back at one’s life, it is easy to mark the turning points. It is not always so easy to know them when they arrive; but this one, I daresay I knew well enough. It had been a long time in coming, and in some part of me, I had accepted it. Even so, it was another thing when it happened.
It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others.
“Will you take it all upon your shoulders, Phèdre?” Joscelin asked me quietly one day, jogging his mount alongside mine. How he knew my thoughts, I don’t know; I must have been wearing them on my face. “Can you slow time, or shorten the road we travel? I was reminded, not long ago, not to take upon myself that which is not mine to carry.”
Through war and death and betrayal … the bee is in the lavender, the honey fills the comb.
