"But she was here," said Godric, looking over to Vogg, and in that moment, for all his years now he looked and sounded every bit like the sixteen-year-old boy who had fallen desperately in love with Saeunn. "You saw her. You spoke with her. She slept beside me and we cared for our son." His tone was strange, somewhere between pleading and convincing, and he was not sure which of the two was his goal; he went on as if recounting those events might bring her back, though in his heart he knew that it did not work that way.
"When I look at her, I see Saeunn. When I hear her voice, it is Saeunn's that reaches my ears. I am not strong enough for this, Vogg," and in shame his eyes dropped down to his cold stew. "if this is a test, have I not already passed it? Why would the gods do this to me? For all I've now lost back home, I almost wish I had not come back here, so I would not be faced with this." He admitted. "But neither would I want to leave you here by yourself."
Godric felt weak and uncertain, and he hated it. Had he not passed this test already? Had he not spent a quarter of a century in the face of temptation and his heart remained true to one woman, and one woman only? Why was this presented to him now? "I cannot break my oath," he repeated stiffly and firmly, then his voice fell. "but I cannot live like this either. This is a torment on my very soul."