21st July 1819
That was so strange. That dream. A young girl in
a short lace white dress. Too short by the way… On the floor, hidden head in
her arms. And that awfully loud scream which I can still hear. The world was
shaking. Suddenly some kind of power lift her up and there on the surface was…
nothing. Nothing at all. But somehow, she was happy, seeing and feeling
daylight going through her body.
It was very mysterious and… beautiful and hopeful
at the same time. Symbolical, I guess. That world was not alike to ours.
Strange, like the second part of the previous dream. But why have I seen it
all? I am happy and I do not think about anything else anymore. My William
really loves me, and these mountains and times are idyllic now. Arcadia!
Elysia! This green world of nature, clean blue skies, crystals of water can
make you lose your head! Soul wants to sing with birds! You are in mood to
nibble grass around sheep, win with wind while riding a horse, penetrate whole
world right with the light.
My lovely kitty is a poof of his love… William’s
love obviously. No, he is not a bad person. He has done too much good for me,
for people. When he was young, he was lost a little but that is okay. Now we
are older, stronger, and nothing will ever tear us apart. I would never want to
lose him, let it all go, exchange. My William is only mine, I am only his. And
it will always be like that. When he was meant for you… you know.
The hardest days were like a road going through a
dark tunnel where you cannot see anything; it was like a black-blue heart in pliers.
The best days were like a light dance-ritual of legendary lovers in the meadow
around eternal oak trees.
How good to have him here! This time I am talking
about his brother. I hope that Juliette comes here soon. Or my new friends
visit me. I am curious what my sister is doing now… Have I ever mentioned about
her existence? She is a great man’s wife – German prince! Unfortunately, I have
not heard anything about her since the wedding… Her wedding. It has been five
years! Does she feel fine in that different world? What is she doing there? Her
husband is a general. He is always busy in such unpeaceful times like this…
Maybe my dreams are about her fate?
Eh, je ne sais pas (I do not know). Maybe I shall
think about something nicer… like sightseeing! Seeing castles! Have I ever
talked about our honeymoon? Probablement non. Leave your ears open.
I honestly love hoarding and historical souvenirs,
so we went for a little tour to see the most important medieval castles by the
sea. The most impressive I found in Malbork. I remember this name so well
because I bought my amber jewellery box there. Also, the castle was huge, such
a castle-town! My feet start to hurt when I remind myself about that place…
William’s palace is huge, and those gardens and park, but it just cannot
compare to the castle. Nothing can make
you feel more exhausted. But those pretty old red bricks, paved floors that
remember monks’ footprints, even kings. Nothing can compare to it.
Diaries, albums are also meant to write down what
we have just learned so let me share with you few interesting historical facts.
Castle in Malbork had never been taken over. This
huge fortress is made of three levels, three castles, each one is broken up by
bridges and moats. Impossible to pass through all these fortifications.
Technic was unbelievably advanced. Under few the
most important winter rooms, there are hearths, so in the winter cold days knights
had warm feet, thanks to holes in the floor! Even Grand Master was hiding his clothes in niches in the floor. Summer rooms were almost only made of huge
windows. That is where they were eating and meeting when it was warmer.
Tower was a secret place. Grand Master had
his own garden; church and crypts looked sumptuous and colourful. Just like
huge portals, doors. Only six colours were used, only natural dyes, ex. green,
red and blue.
Cookbook has been preserved until today. That is
why we asked for a traditional dinner. William, who is a fish lover, was
delighted by a trout in almond petals. I was extra content thanks to a pork
tenderloin in cherry sauce with French cheese (real menu from the restaurant Piwniczka
on the castle's court – from the author).
Now we really should talk about the wedding…
Honeymoon, castles – that is what I have just recalled but I can remember also different
attractions of those days. We have spent one of wedding days… playing in a
spectacle in our court theatre! Also watched another one. We played main roles,
and that was a story of Tristan and Isolde. Medieval love on stage and real romantic
bricks of the castle… That is why I had to mention this.
Talking of playing… I can come back to the sujet
of my new friends. I saw once one of them playing in the theatre of my brother.
I talked about it some time ago. It was a charmante soirée (wonderful evening).
My brother demanded to decorate paths leading to the theatre-orangery with
torches. William was worried that park could burn down so easily but luckily
nothing bad happened that night. And view and charm of that place was splendid.
When we got to the building, we sat in our lodge,
and I could not take my eyes away from all that richness of artistry and architecture,
just like usually. My brother came to us, he welcomed us warmly and he
presented us his new friend – actress who played the main role that night. That
is the same person as the one who sang in our arbour recently.
And by the way… I also met her husband lately. They
both came to our salon. He seemed to be a little too proud, but their daughter is an extremely nice and beautiful young lady. Only that nose reminds me a little too
much of my brother. But no, I am not the one who spread gossip or suggest anything…
It only reminded me about my brother who I have not seen for a while…
Anyways, few nights back she suggested me to play
in any spectacle. Maybe it would be a good idea to do something for carnival… I
will think about it. Maybe I could write a script?
Well… Have I ever mentioned that William, when he
was younger, was also trying to create? Our relations were secret, and we were
conducting often correspondence. Once he sent me a manuscript of his literary
picture. But it was a real scandal! He sent me those few pages and no letter.
No letter! Guess everything, woman! A lady would rather get a letter than just
to know that she is a muse, dear William. How long will you make me wait for
another letter?! I was wondering often then, because breaks were often
then. Too often. I was only sitting alone in my room, and I was crying for
hours, days, weeks, knowing nothing.
Today I could write something too, not only a
script. Maybe next poem, maybe poetical descriptions of nature… We will see!
William always like and support my ideas. It has been ten years since I am the
only muse! I really know something about it!
I think we all may go for a walk, to the city or
somewhere. I do not know yet, but I know that I am taking my man with me, my
kitty, and obviously my little blond girl. His brother will be our companion. It
is Sunday. Time to go to the church in the city, great dinner then and
mountains. Oh! Sounds like a plan!
Until next time! Today I have spent three whole
hours with you memorising and reflecting! Okay! That is enough!
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