"... this is my true-begotten father, who, being more than sand-blind,
high-gravel blind, knows me not: I will try
confusions with him."
The Merchant of Venice
I find myself disappointed in Cousin Brennan. Sir Brennan of the Ruby Knights, a master of the fields of the dark realm.
It is difficult to put into words why I do not find pleasure of him, although I believe I have found it.
I guess I hoped he was more like his father.
Not for the sake of vengeance; please! Don't get me wrong; nothing could be farther from the thought. It is only that I had hoped he would have the same thirst that Brand's deeds (note that I no longer offer him the honorific of Family or Royal Birth) marked evident. Instead, Brennan is reticent with his knowledge, a budding peacemaker, a mender rather than a spark or flame. He advises caution. I've had caution. I want to open doors against that which caution warns me.
I want some of the knowledge in his head.
Maybe Cloudeater is rubbing off on me. Does this affination work both ways?
Comments (1)
wow
Posted by Arref | April 26, 2005 3:11 PM
Posted on April 26, 2005 15:11