very kind of you."
She looked at him steadily.
"Would you rather that I didn't?" she asked.
"No!" he responded quickly. "It sounds an excellent story. I think I probably know much of it already. It will be good to hear it again, as it should be told. You read so well." His voice dropped on the last word, in spite of his effort to be courteous and appreciative.
"But you don't want to listen to stories about heroes who can fight, and wield swords, and ride horses, when you are lying in bed and cannot move," Victoria said with shattering bluntness.
Hester felt a chill run through her as if she had swallowed ice.
Robert's face went white. He was still for so long she was afraid that when he did speak he would say something so violent it would be irretrievable.
If Victoria was afraid, she hid it superbly. Her back was ramrod stiff, her thin shoulders straight, her head high.
"There were times when I didn't want to either," she said quite calmly, but there was a tremor in her voice. The memory hurt.
"You can walk!" The words tore out of Robert as if speaking them caused him a physical pain.
"I couldn't for a long time," she replied, now almost matter-of-factly. "And now, when I do, it still hurts." Her voice was trembling, and there was a flush of shame and misery on her cheeks, the delicate bones showing under the too-thin flesh. "I walk badly. I'm clumsy. I knock things. You don't hurt."
"I ..." He started to retaliate, then realized he had no grounds. His pain of the body was almost gone. Now it was all the desperate, aching, helpless pain of the mind, the knowledge of imprisonment with his lifeless legs.
Again Victoria said nothing.
"I'm sorry for your pain," he said at last. "But I would rather hurt, and be able to move, even awkwardly, than spend the rest of my life lying here like a cabbage."
"And I would rather be able to lie beautifully on a chaise longue." Her voice was thick with emotion. "I'd like to be loved by an honorable family, knowing I would always be cared for, never cold or hungry or alone. And I would love not to dread the pain coming back. But we can neither of us choose. And perhaps you will walk again. You don't know."
Again he was silent for a long time.
Behind the door, Hester dared not make the slightest movement.
"Will your pain get better?" he said at last.
"No. I have been told not," she replied.
He drew a breath as if to ask her more, perhaps about her means and why she feared cold and hunger, but even in his distress he pulled back from such indelicacy.
"I'm sorry."
"Of course you are," she agreed. "And it doesn't help in the slightest, knowing that you are not the only one to suffer. I know that. It doesn't help me either."
He leaned back on the pillows, turning away from her. The soft brown hair flopped over his brow and he ignored it. The sunlight made bright patterns on the floor.
"I suppose you are going to tell me it will get better with time," he said bitterly.
"No, I'm not," she contradicted him. "There are days when it's better and days when it's worse. But when you can't live in your body, then you must take the best of living in your mind."
This time he did not reply, and eventually Victoria stood up. She half turned, and Hester could see in the light the tears on her face.
"I'm sorry," the girl said gently. "I think perhaps I spoke when I should not have. It was too soon. I should have waited longer. Or perhaps I should not have been the one to say it at all. I did because it is too hard for those who love you so much and have never lain where you lie." She shook her head a little. "They don't know whether to be honest or not, or how to say it. They lie awake and hurt, helplessly, and weigh one choice against another, and cannot decide."
"But you canT' He turned back to her, his face twisted with anger. "You have been hurt, so you know everything! You have the right to decide what to tell me, and how, and when?"
Victoria looked as if she had been slapped, but she did not retract.
"Will it be any different tomorrow or next week?" she asked, trying to steady her voice and not quite succeeding. She was standing