It all started one warm winter night. I saw Romiette shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. Tears were running down his face.
"My dear Julieo, will I never see you again?"
I walked up to him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My dear Julieo cannot see me anymore. Her father told her that if he saw both of us together, we would look silly."
"What on earth?"
"ACK! No, I got that wrong, he would kill me and put my head in the dragon's mouth on the wall."
"Well, sorry. Anything I can do?"
"Yes please! Take this letter to Julieo!"
"Fine. Where does she live?"
I walked up to her house, and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Said the father.
I walked down the stairs and came to the top story.
"Julieo?"
"Juli ETE is in the next room." Said a pretty girl in the corner.
"Thank you..."
"Hentha."
"What sort of a name is tha.."
"My father's Henry, and my mother's Martha."
"Oh. Okay."
I walked out onto the balcony, and saw Julieo.
"Here is a letter from Romiette."
"Oh thank you!" She read the letter. "Please, give this letter to Romiette."
"What am I, a mailman?" I grumbled and walked away.
"Romiette, this is from Julieo."
He read the letter, then asked,
"How pretty is Hentha?"
"Very." I replied, puzzled. I explained to him what she looked like. "I think she is there to monitor whether she sees you."
"Please, give this to Hentha, and this to Julieo."
"I'm not a pack horse!" I said.
"Hentha, this is for you."
"Thank you." She said.
I went out to Julieo, and handed her the parcel.
"For you."
I left town that night.
A year later, I came back into town, and saw Rometha and Heniette happily married, and read the epithaph for Juileo at the local cemetery. It said she died the night I left.
"My dear Julieo, will I never see you again?"
I walked up to him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My dear Julieo cannot see me anymore. Her father told her that if he saw both of us together, we would look silly."
"What on earth?"
"ACK! No, I got that wrong, he would kill me and put my head in the dragon's mouth on the wall."
"Well, sorry. Anything I can do?"
"Yes please! Take this letter to Julieo!"
"Fine. Where does she live?"
I walked up to her house, and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Said the father.
I walked down the stairs and came to the top story.
"Julieo?"
"Juli ETE is in the next room." Said a pretty girl in the corner.
"Thank you..."
"Hentha."
"What sort of a name is tha.."
"My father's Henry, and my mother's Martha."
"Oh. Okay."
I walked out onto the balcony, and saw Julieo.
"Here is a letter from Romiette."
"Oh thank you!" She read the letter. "Please, give this letter to Romiette."
"What am I, a mailman?" I grumbled and walked away.
"Romiette, this is from Julieo."
He read the letter, then asked,
"How pretty is Hentha?"
"Very." I replied, puzzled. I explained to him what she looked like. "I think she is there to monitor whether she sees you."
"Please, give this to Hentha, and this to Julieo."
"I'm not a pack horse!" I said.
"Hentha, this is for you."
"Thank you." She said.
I went out to Julieo, and handed her the parcel.
"For you."
I left town that night.
A year later, I came back into town, and saw Rometha and Heniette happily married, and read the epithaph for Juileo at the local cemetery. It said she died the night I left.
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