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GOYA, Francisco (1746-1828)
Witches’ Sabbath (The Great He-Goat), detail
1821-1823
Oil on canvas, 140.5 x 435.7 cm
Prado Museum, Madrid
Ed. Orig. (Ed. Lic.: CC0 1.0)
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“Never take advice! Can’t keep still all day, and not being a pussy-cat, I don’t like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.”
- Jo March, Little Women
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“Portrait of an Austrian Officer”. Lombard School, 19th century.
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Lausanne, Switzerland (by matthieu valentin)
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L.S. Lowry (British, 1887-1976), Industrial Sketch, 1953. Oil on board, 18 x 36.5 cm.
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reasons.
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When Love Is Gone
There was a time when I was sure
That you and I were truly one
Victor first spotted Gabriel from across a meadow in the Royal Botanical Garden of Fessenburg. The slight and energetic young student appeared framed by flowers and Victor had never seen anything so beautiful. The two must have exchanged shy glances for the better part of an hour before Gabriel approached.
“Hi there. I hope this doesn’t come off as strange, but may I sketch you?”
Victor’s heart caught in his throat and all words failed him. He could only nod, spellbound, as Gabriel Edleston’s smile set his world alight.
That our future was forever
And would never come undone
Perhaps they were a bit mad to do it, but Victor and Gabriel’s spur-of-the-moment elopement after just a year’s courtship felt like the only natural choice they could have made. “Deveraux will never let us hear the end of this one,” Gabriel cackled as they jogged, hand-in-hand, from the courthouse.
Victor pulled him to a stop and into his arms, his poet’s heart getting the better of him. “Never mind that. Let him scold all he likes. Today, there isn’t anyone else or anything else.” He kissed his new husband tenderly. “Today, there’s only the two of us and eternity.”
And we came so close to being close
And though you cared for me
There's distance in your eyes tonight
So we're not meant to be
“Nienna, Gabriel! My hometown, my friends, my parents… All of it’s gone! All of Nienna!” In his frustration, Victor slammed his fist down on the worktable between them.
Gabriel didn’t so much as flinch, but looked up from his tinkering project with annoyance. “Victor, I am sympathetic to your losses, but I must remind you that you’re not the only person who has lost and suffered in this war.”
What Victor wanted to say was, “But I’m your husband,” but the argument curled up and died somewhere in his throat. He had a sinking suspicion that Gabriel no longer wanted to hear it.
The love is gone
The love is gone
The sweetest dream
That we have ever known
“How could you?” Gabriel hissed through gritted teeth as he threw his agent’s report in Victor’s face. “Why would you smuggle for the enemy?”
“Why were you having your spies follow me?”
“Answer the goddamn question.” There was an undercurrent of cold fury in Gabriel’s voice that Victor had never heard before. He could only imagine he saved this tone of voice for the battlefield.
“Is that an order, General?” Victor posed the question with a sneer, but Gabriel did not take the bait. Victor sighed. “It’s not like it’s weapons, Gabriel. It’s food and blankets and medicine. For the refugees of Nienna, and now, of Squall’s End. They didn’t all go west to your precious Republic. People are hungry everywhere, you know. Maybe the power’s all gone to your head and you’ve forgotten that.”
The tent fell uncomfortably quiet as Gabriel stopped pacing and fixed Victor to the spot with a withering glare. “Everything you steal from my supply lines, you snatch from the hands of my people. My soldiers. All of these people look to me as a leader, and if they find out you’ve made this much of a fool of me…” He trailed off, and Victor could practically see the grisly outcomes unfolding in Gabriel’s mind. “I’m done with you, Victor,” he continued. “You cannot come back. I never want to see you again.”
Victor’s resolve crumbled. “I- Gabriel, no. Please.”
“We’re done here. Go.”
The love is gone
The love is gone
I wish you well
But I must leave you now alone
“No! Please! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll do it!” Victor’s head stopped moving, a mere inch or two from the surface of the scalding water.
His torturer yanked him up by his hair, then loosened his grip. “Anything, you say? My benefactor will be pleased to hear that you’re being a bit more…agreeable.”
Victor nodded, his breath ragged. “Yes, anything. Just…please, no more.”
A chuckle echoed in the shadowy chamber. “This war’s coming to an end. If you really do mean what you say, we want Deveraux Butcher dead before the peace talks. Do I make myself clear?”
There comes a moment in your life
Like a window and you see
Your future there before you
And how perfect life can be
A man doesn’t scream when you stab him in the back, as Victor Ruthven quickly learned. The sound that does come out is a horrible, strangled little gasp as the breath is driven out of his body. From the moment his dagger found its target, Victor knew that he would never be able to forget the sound. Never, not for a moment.
And then? The shocked, fearful eyes that met his own were not Deveraux’s. As his very soul tore in two, Victor realized the magnitude of his mistake. He’d been set up. His mind racing, Victor held his estranged husband as he died. There was only them and eternity. One last time.
But adventure calls with unknown voices
Pulling you away
Victor gazed down at Gabriel’s face, now transformed into a pale and waxy-looking mask amid its frame of flowers. In all their years of knowing each other, Victor had never seen him looking so still. The irrepressible energy that once animated his features had been snuffed out and the resulting guilt consumed Victor entirely. His heart caught in his throat and all words failed him.
“Colonel Herdan, you may begin your salute.” Victor turned and watched as a bleary-eyed General Fenmaris O’Reilly clenched his jaw and lowered his cavalry sabre.
“Present arms.” Victor could hear the tremor in Faelar’s voice as he gave the order to seven men and women of the Crowhaven Rifles. “Ready. Aim. Fire.”
Be careful or you may regret
The choice you make someday
It was almost love
It was almost always
It was like a fairytale we'd live out
You and I
And yes some dreams come true
And yes some dreams fall through
And yes the time has come for us to say goodbye
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Officers Uniform of the Northumberland and Newcastle Volunteer Cavalry of the British Empire dated around 1850 on display at the Discovery Museum in Newcastle
Photographs taken by myself
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