“I’ll keep it short and to the point: I’m not Nicholas. I don’t believe in taking another man’s woman right out from under his nose. And even if I did, why would I bother with a deceitful harpy such as you?” Magically, the tears that were once in her eyes evaporated to reveal a typhoon. Tara was furious that Galahad had insulted her and was not going to even attempt to please her. Storming back into the dining hall, Galahad could hear her defaming him further with whatever her fanciful imagination whipped up in the spur of the moment. But rather than stick around to clear up the accusations, Galahad simply resumed his journey to leave the home of the White family.
Feeling relieved as he breathed in the night air, Galahad decided to visit the place where he almost took his own life five years before to see if it changed any. For the most part it did not, but unlike before the wooden benches were replaced with steel ones resembling the style of the Victorian era. Even the light post was replaced with one of a similar age, but the light itself casted the same type of dim light as the old one. When it turned off for its regular cooling period, Galahad gazed up to enjoy the face of his greatest inspiration: the moon herself.
Sighing, he told this immortal being, “Maybe one day they’ll wake up from their fantasy and embrace the world for what it is, but today clearly isn’t that day. But I guess I don’t have much room to talk when it comes to personal reformation though. Gosh, I can’t seem to forgive them entirely just yet for what they’ve done. Still, I guess it doesn’t hurt to pray, right?
“In any event,” he started with more determination in his voice, “I need to thank you for that intervention five years ago. If you hadn’t…well…I guess I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, would I?” Smiling at his own comment he continued, “I hope I don’t sound too demanding when I ask this, but there’s just one thing I wish for now above all else: if it’s within your power, do you think you could lead me to that woman who saved me? I never got a chance to properly thank her for what she did.”
“Well, if you’d stop talking to yourself for a few moments and turned around, you might find that woman standing right behind you.” Nearly jumping out of his skin, Galahad did exactly as the voice asked and found himself face-to-face with his savior. Smiling playfully with one eyebrow raised, she asked, “Sweetie, has anyone ever told you that people will think you’re crazy if talk to yourself like that?”
Catching his breath he nodded, “Yeah, a couple times. Never actually thought someone would catch me doing it though.”
With that, they embraced for a few moments to formally great one another. Afterwards, the woman bombarded Galahad with questions concerning how his life had been since their last meeting and was pleased with everything she heard. All save for the latest episode with his family, that is. Shaking her head, she commented, “Well, there’s no need for you to fret too much over them anymore. I imagine that sooner or later reality’s going to bite them in the butt. I just hope that when it does, it leaves a permanent dent in their hides.”
“Ma’am!” exclaimed Galahad not without humor.
“Well it should! You don’t want them to just up and repeat the same mistakes as before, do you?” When he said that he did not, the woman ended, “Exactly.
“Anyway,” she started after a quick sigh, “it’s getting late. I’m going to get on going home now.”
