Capítulo 41: Chapter 41
Heonui stood in front of the entrance to the crypt, not daring to go inside. She listened to how easily the night wind breathed, how the grass trembled under her feet from its breath, how quiet it was in the cemetery — no crows, no strange whistles and blood-stirring sounds that usually ache the heart in such places. Everything was silent and motionless.
Heonui was going to visit the grave of Wang Tae all day long — so many fears and thoughts turned her mind upside down, making her tremble and get sweaty and cold with horror and doubt. She was afraid. Afraid that she had betrayed him — her perished husband, her so dearly beloved Wang Tae, whose passionate heart and ardent gaze she admired so much for such a short time! Oh, why fate did not allow them to be together forever? Why did this inevitable feeling settle in her widow's heart for... his brother? How dare she, having barely buried her sincere love, immediately hear her heart beat for another man, and not just to another man — but to the one whom she renounced, with all honest people witnessing, whom she plunged a knife into the heart, from whom she turned away, rewriting the predestined! How could she feel... love... for... Wang Han...
The wind blew in her face, and Heonui screamed.
"You know," she whispered, plucking up the courage to enter.
And as soon as she entered, she fell to her knees and roared.
"Forgive me, my love,
I am sorry, I am wretched!
As soon as the earth took you,
How did I become detached
Me, the one who swore to love you
Forever without change
Now, I dare to live
And be unfaithful to you, my friend.
Forgive me, my Wang Tae,
My dead knight!
Rip out my heart, you
Stop its beat to die!
Cut my soul into pieces.
I will just be happy
That you will help me to forget
How I loved your brother.
Appear! Appear before me!
And make righteous judgment!
Once the one who lost my wife
And now are being killed twice."
Heonui did not raise her eyes to the coffin.
And so, Wang Tae stood in front of her — transparent, fading more and more, mixing with the wind, with eyes full of unearthly but just as bitter tears.
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