[He looked down into his glass, thinking about downing it, but instead speaks as frankly as he can. This woman was killed by her own husband - she deserves the truth here.]
I was, when I was thirteen, for about a year to a young miller's daughter. Her name was Tysha. My father, ashamed of the marriage ... had my brother lie to me, and tell me that she never loved me, that she was actually a whore they had paid off to take my manhood, but I was never supposed to marry her.
[He shook his head.] I will not sully her honor, by telling you what my father had done to her, but I will tell you that I was forced to hurt her ... and even though I thought she lied about loving me, I never wanted to do anything to hurt her like that. Oh, but my father's honor demanded it ...
[Something dark twisted his face then, before it disappeared into weariness.] He is dead now, and she is gone - ran far, far away I hope. Now, and for always. It will not take away my sins, but at least she is free.
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I was, when I was thirteen, for about a year to a young miller's daughter. Her name was Tysha. My father, ashamed of the marriage ... had my brother lie to me, and tell me that she never loved me, that she was actually a whore they had paid off to take my manhood, but I was never supposed to marry her.
[He shook his head.] I will not sully her honor, by telling you what my father had done to her, but I will tell you that I was forced to hurt her ... and even though I thought she lied about loving me, I never wanted to do anything to hurt her like that. Oh, but my father's honor demanded it ...
[Something dark twisted his face then, before it disappeared into weariness.] He is dead now, and she is gone - ran far, far away I hope. Now, and for always. It will not take away my sins, but at least she is free.