Dorigen 13 Roderick
‘To
be false, to lose my name
To
give my body up to shame,
And
every night and every day
Be racked by thoughts of what I did,
That cannot be.
There's no path forward there.
There's no path forward there.
But
there is one way that I can pay
For the promise that I made.
I
can finish everything here and now
And
have no debt to any man.’
As
Dorigen sat upon her bed
Into
her head came the long list
Of women who all chose to die
When
threatened with such shame.
‘Remember
the wife of Hasdrubal
Who
took her life when Carthage fell,
When
Roman soldiers stormed the town.
She would not be touched by their lecherous hands.
Did
not Lucretia kill herself
In
Rome when raped by Tarquin?
She
could not live when she had lost her name.’
And
so she wept for two whole days and nights,
And nights are worse
When it is dark and when we are alone,
And nights are worse
When it is dark and when we are alone,
And
then when Roderick came home,
She
said nothing, nothing at all,
But
just looked up at him.
When
he saw the marks of her red eyes
Stained by the tears which she had dried,
He
gently asked her why she cried,
And
then her tears came faster and the more she wept.
She
told him then, as I’ve told you,
The
story of the promise that she made.
‘And
now the rocks have gone away!’ she said.
Her
husband held her close and said,
‘Is
there nothing else but this, my Dorigen?’
‘And
is this not enough for tears?’
‘My
love’ said he, ‘Let sleep now what is sleeping.
All
may yet be well.
Your
promise must be kept.
Our
word is our life,
And
we will keep our truth.’
And
saying that, he burst out weeping.
He held her close and said,
‘Dorigen. Never, while you live,
‘Dorigen. Never, while you live,
Tell
anyone of this.
Together we
will face this shame.
No
one will know this thing has been.
Now
go to keep your word.’
He
kissed her and he put his cloak
Around her trembling shoulders.
Around her trembling shoulders.
He held her tight
But she trembled all the more
With tears and cold.
With tears and cold.
He
took her hand as she went to the door
And
out into the bustling street
Where
the people went about their daily lives,
Some to work and some to drink with friends,
All
cheerful with their busy plans.
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