- I could, in a few years' time, who knows, when my life gets slower, but in the meantime, I can't, I have to manage the business. - He said.
- He could get married, so that life would be more still, after all, he seems to be a good husband, who knows, he could put life on track. – Astrid said.
- Just because peace makes me sit here. – He snapped. – Darlings, no, Valeska, he said, Schmidt, the witch and I are not getting married anymore. – Even if some women think about marriage, they should at least get to know the world and find out what it's like to decide there if that's what they want. - He said.
- It's been a while since everyone stopped seeing me as a man who can marry, which I myself, more than anyone else.
- I like being single. - He said. "Which makes me feel really good, really." - He said.
It seemed to me that he said it with a kind of insincere emphasis.
- Well, that surprises me. – Astrid said. – Even though he is thirty-six years old and thinks he is already too old
- Imagine, the older the better, you have more experience. – Astrid said.
- Compliment will not make me, marry, dear. - He said. - I'm really used to freedom. - He said.
When he continued his speech. "I just want to sit down."
- That's not proof that I'm good to marry, it takes something else. See, just ask her.
With that, he added, nodding at me. "People like that need to marry.
- I have my witch, the witch and I will be happy for them. - He said.
There was a deep sadness and tension in his tone that I didn't miss. He was a little silent; neither I nor Astrid said anything.
- Darlings, just imagine. – He said, when he continued, then, turning around in his chair, still enjoying that magical forest.
- Here, it's a magical forest, in reality, everything here is magical, so people don't act normally. - He said.
'Even if I were to suddenly, by some unfortunate chance, marry a seventeen-year-old girl, let's say Mách… Anelise Schiller.'
- What a splendid example, I'm incredibly happy that it happened like this… it's the best possible example.
- Even still under the law, what is allowed. - He said.
I laughed and didn't understand at all why he was happy and what had happened like that...
- Anyway, don't lie, tell the truth, with your hand on your heart. – He insisted.
When then, addressing me in a jocular tone.
- Wouldn't that even be unfortunate for the witch to unite her life with that of an old, exhausted man, who just wants to stay seated, while the witch wants to walk around and do dragon Pantheon Gods knows what?
- I didn't take the oath of eternal life, I didn't make the contract, I didn't pass a test for it either. - He said.
- I'm just going to do a new ceremony next year, even then, I don't think it would be right for a young woman to marry an old man like me. - He said.
- I just wanted you to understand the world better, before making such a decision forever. - He said.
- If I go through the ceremony, I could, yes, marry a young witch, both passing through the order at the same time, so we would be one for a long time. - He said.
I was embarrassed, I said nothing, not knowing what to answer.
"Darling, then, I 'm not proposing to you," he said, laughing.
Even so, then, tell me honestly if it is a bridegroom like me that the witch dreams of, when she walks at night along the garden path, and if that would not be a misfortune? – He questioned.
- It would not be bad, both would not age. - She started.
- I would be an old man without strength that would not satisfy a young lady, old man, who would not be able to keep a young woman by my side. - He said.
- You would get tired of an old man, an old man without strength who would lose the dispute to a necromancer. - He said. – Then I would look for another one. - He said.
- Yes, that would be genuinely nice, even enjoying youth. - He started.
- That would be it, yes, but I could be wrong...
Still, on which he interrupted me yet again.
- So, how are you seeing? - He said.
"The priestess is absolutely right, and I am grateful for her sincerity and delighted that we have had this conversation.
So, without even more for me, it would be a huge misfortune. - He added.
- I prefer that we go through the ceremony together, in which neither one nor the other would look like a gentleman is original, nothing has changed. - Astrid was saying, when she left the porch to have dinner served.
We were both silent after Astrid left, and all around us was silent.
Even listening to the birds outside, with the sound of a nightingale it sang, filling the whole garden, not intermittently and hesitantly, as it sang in the afternoon, but in the manner of the night, peaceful and unhurried, when it heard other birds, like the another nightingale, down in the ravine, for the first time that evening, answered in the distance.
As for the nearest, he fell silent, as if listening for a minute, and sang again, higher and more tense, in an elaborate and noisy trill.
When I heard those voices, they resonated calmly and sovereignly in their nocturnal world, strange to us.
Following there on seeing the gardener, he went to the greenhouse where he slept and the tread of his heavy boots, moving farther and farther away, reverberated along the path.
Behind her, something whistled sharply, twice, from the bottom of the hill, and again, everything was silent.
Even if in complete silence in which everything could be heard, I say except this noise in question, it continued with the creak and sway of a swing, the sounds of snow and wind, of leaves, the porch awning swayed and, fluttering in the air , a touch more fragrant reached the porch and spread across it.
So, at that point, she felt more than uncomfortable with being silent after what had been said, not knowing what to say, so I looked at him.
With their eyes shining in the dim light, they turned to me.
- How good it is to live in the shadows and mysteries of this world. – He exclaimed.
Weird was an understatement, like the wolves in that forest, beyond the full moon, the werewolves were loose, on those full moon nights, just as she might think he thought or liked, even if that's good, I don't know, so, at least as a mage, he wouldn't let her be devoured, so I sighed in relief, not knowing why.
- What is it, what's the matter dear? – He questioned her.