A promise of agony was given through that kiss. An agony that devotes itself to remembrance, in the glistening shape of despair. What would give any woman her mercy, besides to strike at the heart where her yearning resides?
It is tragedy made into a symphony. It is death that has become twilight, full around the moon wherefrom silver tears descend. She is loved once more, though only by hands that seek to right plentiful wrongs, of the selfish self. Of the one who had given the kiss, they are wrongs for correction in the fewest and the smallest, though also the greatest and the largest. A woman as Katharina had received a kiss of loss. Upon her lips, came the kiss that strangled her throat in deepest contempt.
Alden now sits on the side of the bed where he may see into Katharina’s green eyes. He melts into her, as she melts upon the bed.
As we say these words of passion, there is yet only the hands that still are there for Katharina’s anguish. Death-dealing and love-making go hand-in-hand, and so we see the next moment when Alden says to her, “I am not the one who had given you that child, though I don’t know her name.”
“Her name is Devorah,” says Katharina.
“Here is a kiss,” says Alden, as he leans close to lay a kiss on her cheek, the left one, to then say, “That was for the protection of your child.”
“You shall protect Devorah?” questions Katharina.
“I shall protect her, as though she were my own child,” says Alden.
“Why do you say such kind things, when you do not love me?” asks Katharina, peering closer to Alden, so that she now shares the glimpses of his soul. The sight she breathes into her lungs goes to ferment those organs with the flames of newness. She wishes for him to embrace her in deepness, so that such emptiness could be denied!
She thinks to herself, that he cannot ever love her. That such a man beknown as a philanthropist, is not to ever make selections. It would be so, and it will be so, for the man of philanthropy would not risk his vocation, for the sake of a one.
Sympathy is the treasure of the many, and empathy is the treasure of the one, the heart, and the spirit. Katharina is the wounded one, protected by the protector named Alden, though is not ever the one devoted to him.
“There is too much blackness in you,” says Alden, as simple as his utterances could be spoken.