You see, I am loved by this new Ysolt. I would be wrong to deny my love to her, for she is both beautiful and a good woman, but mostly, she holds the same name. What more could I want than to be reminded daily of my one true love whenever hearing the actual name, the same name, as my new “love”?
I am already a man who is wrong for becoming involved with Ysolt in the first place. But see, things got out of hand. It was never my plan for her to be with the king and forget about me. But indeed she had. She had forgotten all about me and even out of the deepest anger I held in my heart for her, I was still overpowered by love. I must still understand that Ysolt is not ill willed.
I do harbor anger for her, for the reason that she had not sought me out. Her dear husband would not allow this of course. These are terms of which I fully understand, but logic means nothing when love is involved. I force myself to create reason and meaning out of what she had failed to do. When you love someone wouldn’t you come to look for them?
I am thankful that I never lost sight of her being good willed, for she did attempt to come back for me. As I lay in that bed, wounds and all, I worried that I would not live. The anticipation of her arriving kept me going. I even expressed some of my pain to my wife, but never in great detail, for I could not handle the sorrow in one woman’s heart over the knowledge of my yearning for another. I lay and wait for my beloved Ysolt…
-Tristan