Merian started to tell him that everything we do can be helped but, seeing he was already cast low, decided to leave him to his thoughts. “Well, it is her you should apologize to. You led her to one set of expectations and dashed them. That is no way to live.”

“It is not what I meant,” Magnus said. “I will say something to her.”

Merian wondered why his sons acted as if their wants were so important they could not deny themselves anything for the sake of other people. He did not understand it and counted it as a way people were becoming when they were not before. He felt a fear for Magnus, just as he did for Purchase, that he could not abide by the sacrifices of life but only its bounty.

Marriage is like that too, he thought. Some days you want to be with each other and other days you do not, but you determine how to balance them so they are fair. You cannot just pursue her one day and send her away the next.

Magnus did not want a wife. He wanted to remain untethered to anything outside of himself, especially anything with so many different kinds of need as a woman. Nevertheless, he did go to Adelia some few days later to try to set things aright.

His heart was by now remarkable heavy with the notion that he had used her wrongly, when his only intention was to be rid of the disturbance that thundered in his own head. It was the same as it had always been for him. Where other men, like Purchase, were constantly thinking of women or their own pleasure, with him it simply all built up then burst forth and went away for a while.

When he saw Adelia she was stooped over the fire trying to coax a bit more heat from the embers. She looked up from her task and backed away a little upon seeing him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, when she saw he was not moving on. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I was hoping for a little part of your time,” he answered her.

“You did not seem so interested in it a few days ago,” she managed, looking around the room with pulsating nervousness.

“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. I did not mean to treat you low. It’s just — well, I am different from other men.”

“I thought you were exactly the image of a certain kind of man.”

“I do like you, Adelia,” he pleaded. “I like you as much as anybody in the world.”

She turned away from him. He had had these scenes before when he had brought someone else into his situation. Some of the women would be very easy about it, as if nothing had happened, while others set to remonstrating and wailing until they had their fill of self-suffering. He only hoped she was not like the latter.

“When I saw you standing here Monday morning you seemed to me like the whole world that was worth having, and it took all the self-governance I had to keep from reaching out to you. Then, after I finally got you to me, I felt cast down because I knew I could not offer what you wanted.”

“You did not have a problem taking,” was her only reply.

“Adelia, I could not make you happy,” he finished. “I thought it would be better to cut it off before we got too far wrapped up.”

“You didn’t even ask what I wanted. You couldn’t even treat me with that decency but just turned me away from you.” She did start crying then, and Magnus was very moved by her tears.

“What is it you want, Adelia? Tell me that now and I will try to hear it.” He walked closer to her and looked down at the top of her head as she wiped her face with her hand. She looked back up and he saw again that she was very pretty, and was sorry he could not maintain the steadiness of devotion that a good husband must have. He was, however, taken again with wanting for her and touched her very lightly, in case she should be shocked or offended by his gesture.

Instead she put her head upon his chest and cried there, until he lifted her chin and kissed her. It was not what he had meant to do, but he told her to visit him again that night. It was not what she intended either, but she found herself in his chambers when all the rest of the world was asleep and it was only the two of them awake in creation.

She began to spoil him after that, making little cakes and cookies every day or cooking his favorite meals for dinner. He was kind with her for a while as well, until it seemed they would be together. Inevitably, though, it turned off in him again. The ability to reciprocate her feeling toward him. When it did, he told himself he was wicked, but he did try his best to rekindle his former feeling. When this failed he simply withdrew into himself remorsefully.

For a time he still suffered her company on occasion, but gradually refused even that and spent all his time with work or, in the evening, sitting late with his aging father discussing matters of great outward import, so that she dare not interrupt.

As he removed himself from her she offered more of her best attention to him, leaving the little sweets outside his door or knitting him warm things to have on his body in the cold weather. He took her gifts but could not enjoy them.

When he came into the kitchen one night, after two weeks of this treatment, she sat waiting up for him and asked why he abused her affections. He replied that he did not mean to. He was merely bound to his own ways and could not be always spending so much time in idling with her.

She began then the same weeping that had worked on him before, but his heart was steel and would not bend to her words or tears. He went off and left her crying in the kitchen. “What have I done to be abused?” she sobbed loudly in the night, so the whole house was awake with pity for her until dawn.

The next night he had his dream of the naked woman again, and it set in him the determination to have nothing to do with Adelia but get on instead in his work. During the time he had been there, Stonehouses had grown in size, as he and Merian worked more and more as a team, and his influence grew steadily to the point that when their neighbor to the east died he was able to convince Merian to buy the dead man’s land. Not that it was so difficult, as he was merely rekindling a dream Merian had in his own youth, so that when the properties were combined it was a sizable estate by any measure. There were also stores to be managed and disputes to settle and new tilling methods to try out, all of which suited him well, as he shared with his father a love for the land. He was in all other matters a quiet soul, and domestic life was too turbulent to him. He knew he must eventually either marry her or send her away, and he was not the one for marriage.

All that spring he stayed away from her, and eventually left her little gifts untouched by the door where she left them, until she stopped leaving things altogether. She determined in her heart then to leave that house and find work and a living elsewhere.

One day he came into the kitchen and found Sanne there with a girl he did not recognize. He did not think to say anything of it, but after a week of not seeing Adelia he did ask after her whereabouts. Sanne thought it was bold of him to mention her at all, but told him Merian had arranged for her to go work at Content’s place.

For a week he did not go, satisfied with merely knowing she had not gone too far off. Eventually, though, he had one of his bouts, as he had begun to refer to them, since they had become so frequent that they were no longer a separate part of his life and seemed to need to be called something. When it came it was like truth to him, and he went bravely, as he saw it, to seek her out.

When he entered Content’s the older man greeted him warmly, and they talked for a time about Merian, and then whether there had been word from Purchase — for his case was beginning to be known around the colonies and sometimes news or conjecture would reach them there in Berkeley. “What happened to him was a bewitching I would not wish on any man,” Content said, as he moved away to another customer, “but for you, Magnus, you know it is not so bad being close to someone else. Nothing at all for a man to fear. Then again, I am often surprised by what people do and don’t fear.”