church." How could I
tell him otherwise?
    
"If they will have it." He moaned and then
straightened his
shoulders. "Perhaps I should give it to you. You should
not live this
way."
    
I thought of the silver. There were easier ways to make a
living, and cleaner
ways to take a man's life. Revenge was never as sweet as the
anticipation and
what does one live for when it is achieved? I thought back
the muddied stream
of time and to the moment in which my future had been
determined.
    
The band had been welcomed to our home. The family offered
them hospitality for
the sake of my cousin.
    
Judas had hung on His every word. I followed the pair and
hid nearby, wanting
to observe this magical man who stolen my love's heart from
his family -- and
me. I heard Judas confess our secret to the Teacher. His
sanctimonious judgment
of my kind caused my cousin to blanche.
    
Virar had no place in his father's house and the only
salvation for Judas and
other half-breeds was to denounce heritage and nature.
Repent and redeem. Maybe
then forgiveness could follow.
    
How could denouncing one's family be pious or moral? Did he
use his influence
on a young man's mind to snare his heart?
    
When my cousin left the garden, I slipped from my secret