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Anger and hurt swept trough Rye. It was true then; Robbie knew. Harry had shared his secret with his brother.
„Why did you tell him, Harry? Why? What can you see in him: a man who cares for nothing but his own pleasure? How can he make you happy when he thinks only of himself?"
„And how can this boy make you happy when he knows nothing of the world?" Robbie interposed, his voice razor-sharp with contempt.
„How will he protect you when he has never faced reality? He has spent his life among books and paintings: let him stay there."
Harry was shaking his head in distress, his jewel blue eyes misted with tears.
„Neither of you understand," he said." you are thinking that I can marry and settle here like any other guy. But I cannot be like other boys. How could I keep a household of servants who will watch my every move? How could I live in one place where the people will see that the years do not touch me? There will never be a normal life for me."
He drew a deep breath and looked at them each in turn.
„Who choose to be my husband must give up the life of sunlight", he whispered." He must choose to live under the moon and in the hours of darkness."
„Then you must choose someone who is not afraid of shadows," Robbie said, and Rye was surprised by the intensity of his voice. He had never heard Robbie speak so earnestly or with so little affectation.
„Harry, look at my brother: will he be able to renounce the sunlight? He is too attached to ordinary things: his friends, his family, his duty for his state. The darkness would destroy him."
„Liar!" cried Rye. He was seething now.
„I am as strong as you are, brother, and I fear nothing in the shadows or the sunlight either. And I love Harry more than friends or family"
„Or your duty? Do you love hin enough to gibe that up as well?"
„Yes!" Rye said defiantly."Enough to give up everything!"
Robbie gave one of his sudden, disturbing smiles. Then he turned back to Harry.
„It would seem,"he said,"that the choice is yours alone. You habe two suitors for your hand. Will you take one of us neither?"
Harry slowly bowed his head. Then he lifted wet blue eyes to both of them.
„Gibe me until Sunday to think. And in the meantime, do not press me with questions."
Rye nodded reluctantly. Robbie said,"And on Sunday?"
„Sunday evening I at twilight I will make my choice."