Corpus Tamrielicum - The Imperial Library

192 2. THE ELDER SCROLLS CHAPTER 2: DAGGERFALL
[33.21] {Letter}
{...}, My Love,
First, forgive the silence of your love. It was not another attack of brain fever. For some
months now, I have been in spiritual turmoil, unfit to for any company, even for the comfort
of your dulcet fellowship. My days of pain are over, but for this -- I can never see you again.
My life has a higher purpose than the fulfillment of a ridiculous love affair now.
No longer can I suffer the evil of {...}, the evil they did to me, and the evil they are doing to
all of Tamriel. The days the prophet Marukh spoke of are on us again. I must rally the people
by any and all lies, innuendo, bigotry, and threats to rise against the spiritual tyranny of {...}.
Forgive me, my former love. And if you can, forget me. And if you can do neither, do not see
me. If you do, I will slay you and stick candles in your eyes and twine your organs with beads
for the greater glory of the gods of the universe. Filthy {...}, torment me no longer
{...}