My Darling Isobel,
How can I express my sadness at our parting, especially now? There are so many things I haven’t had time to tell you and now I fear I never will. I’m grateful, though, you’re not here for my end. That Constance sent you away. There’s nothing to be done for me or the babe any longer, and anything I might share in my whispering pain in the last moments of my life, too weak to hold my tongue, will only bring you further sorrow and put you in the kind of danger I would never wish for you.
My dearest friend, you have been faithful and steadfast and I have let you down. Please know, I am always with you. And should the day come we meet again, the goddess willing, I beg you think no less of me for leaving you as I have.
There will come a time, dear Isobel, when all I have done will be made clear to you. Until that time, hold no malice for me in your heart, though I fear the worst. What I do is for you, for the witches of this magical place, for all Islanders. I just hope the time comes you see that and can forgive me at last.
My magic is gone. I’ve done the unthinkable. But I have done it to save you.
All my love,