Prologue 6
Iago stood
there by the corner of the street, to wait as he had done the last summer. He
was younger then, and with his leave from the Legion of one month on the
pretext of his father's sick. His father was sick, but there was little he
could do for his father. But during his return, he had stumbled onto the
healer's daughter. The healer was attending to his father but he found himself
focusing his attention on the daughter. Since then, he had been at the corner
to see her where her father maintained the house of healing.
"She
is here." The flower lady who operate there told him. She had known he was
there waiting for the lady.
"Why
don't you tell her?" The flower lady asked him. "It would ease your
pain."
"Hush!
Lady is mine and none of yours to bothered with." Iago retorted back. The
flower lady went back to her chores, but the healer lady was approaching him.
He tried to walked away, but found his legs frozen. She came up to him, and
spoke.
"Sir,
your father is sick. He may not last the day." Iago heard her and ran back
to his house. He was in time to see his father for the last time. His father
died that day, and Iago was devastated; only within the day, he soon found a
reason to celebrate. That evening, he had his head buried in the healer's
daughter bosom. She consoled him and then it was to be a whirlwind of romance.
His first words to her was 'may I know your name?'
It was
Emilia, and he was besotted by her name with her beauty. By next week, Iago and
Emilia exchanged vows.
That was
four years ago. Four years of love marred by the fact the only one she had loved was not the one she slept with. Emilia favored the long nights to the ones when Iago had not come to her
side. She was the obedient wife, but she was not the faithful one. Like him,
she had her lovers, but they were short in time and not committed except for the physical pleasures. It was one which she wished had been true but it was
only a forgotten dream.
"Othello....Othello...."
She wished on those lonely nights.
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