Chapter 66:
A Letter from Vade Hevwed
Holding the message in trembling fingers, Moth unfolded the hastily scrawled letter. She had to continuously wipe her eyes to see through the blur.
Mere I love you, I love you, I never dared hoped you’d be safe and alive, I mourned for you but there was no body to bury and no answer but I held on with everything in me to that little pinch of yellow ribbon and I would not let it go, I would not take it off. I hoped when the magpie took my shawl to you, I hoped when the rain came, but it felt feeble against your long absence and the deep and terrible drop of the sinkhole.
I did not even attend your wedding, I wouldn’t have let you go in, I would’ve stopped you. All I could do was weave your wedding apron and hope you’d change your mind.
But you survived, and I cannot dream or eat or breathe – I think about you all day and all night and I cannot understand what any of this means, but all I care about is that you’re alive.
We are joyous, then mourning, then joyous at the house every few hours. You’re alive but we cannot see you. We all know, we all understand – as best we can – that you are Lady of Korraban now, you are not ours any longer, we have no more right to you than anyone else. Nehem can be there to protect you, we need to know