Will tells Jem
about his secret.
“And that is it?” Jem said. “That is
the whole of it? The truth?”
He was sitting at his desk, one of
his legs bent up on the chair beneath him; he looked very young. His violin was
propped against the side of the chair. He had been playing it when Will had
come in and, without preamble, announced that now was the end of pretense: Will
had a confession to make, and he meant to make it now.
That had been the end of the music:
Jem laying his violin down with a startled look and leaning back, tensed as if
he were readying himself for whatever Will might throw at him.
“That is all of it,” said Will, who
had been pacing back and forth as he spoke, and had only now paused to look at
Jem. “And I do not blame you if you hate me. I could understand it.”
There was a long pause. Jem’s gaze
was steady on his face, steady and silver in the wavering light of the fire. “I
could never hate you, William.”
Will’s guts contracted as he saw
another face, a pair of steady blue-gray eyes looking up at his. “I could
never hate you Will, no matter how hard I tried,” she had said.
In that moment he was painfully
aware that what he had told Jem was not “the whole of it.” There was more
truth. There was his love for Tessa. But it was his burden to bear, not Jem’s.
It was something that must be hidden for Jem to be happy. “I deserve it,” Will
said, his voice cracking. “I believed I was cursed that all who cared for me
would die; yet I let myself care for you, and let you be a brother to me,
risking the danger to you—”
“There was no danger.”
“But I believed there was. If
I held a pistol to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really
matter if I did not know that there were no bullets in the chambers?”
Jem’s eyes widened, and then he
laughed, a soft laugh. “Did you think I did not know you had a secret?” he
said. “Did you think I walked into my friendship with you with my eyes closed
fast? I did not know the nature of the burden you carried. But I knew there was
a burden.” His voice softened. “I knew you thought yourself poison to all those
around you,” he went on. “I knew you thought there to be some corruptive force
about you that would break me. I meant to show you that I would not break. That
love was not so fragile. Did I do that?”
Will shrugged once, helplessly. He
had almost wished Jem would be angry with him. It would be easier to face. But
how could he tell Jem that that forgiveness would haunt him, every time he
looked at Tessa and wanted her, every time he remembered how much he wanted
what he could not, did not deserve, to have. “You saved my life, James.”
A smile spread across Jem’s face, as
brilliant as the sunrise breaking over the Thames. “That is all I ever wanted.”
