Sir Christophe Dugarry's diary

Journal entry

 * My beloved Seraphine has a lover. I’m not going to rend my garments, curse the gods or swear vengeance. My Seraphine brims with so much life energy, it was inevitable some would spill over into other canals. It is now up to me to cut off those spillways, vanquish my rival and hope the walls I erect will prove sufficient to satisfy her vitality and give us a life of mutual exuberance… I have already forgiven her. Now I need but meet her beau and remove him from our life.


 * Yesterday I followed Seraphine. They hold their trysts at the Olive Grove – how romantic. When they met... Birds flew over the grove. A whole flock… Twittering and chirping. As if celebrating the lovers’ joy… and as if mocking me cruelly… how symbolic.


 * I can see this romance drain my darling wife. Since she began seeing this… her lover, she has become anemic, eternally pale. She wanders the house at night aimlessly, blindly. She used to be so lively, so radiant, yet now she is listless, apathetic, resigned. I must gather my courage and end their relationship as soon as possible.


 * I, Christophe Dugarry, despise violence. I shall resolve the matter of my wife’s lover pragmatically. I have prepared a full sack of Nilfgaardian florens, one so heavy I can barely lift it. I shall wait for my Seraphine to return from the grove to our residence and then I shall catch him… and make him an offer he cannot refuse. Saint Lebioda, give me strength!