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HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM HAYDEN THORNE
A Father’s Love
Vienna Boy’s Choir 1977
He abandoned the room and went downstairs to the study and to his bureau. He took out the minstrel and stared at it for a moment longer, a crooked little smile on his face. “I’d like to have known you better,” he muttered.
A quiet and more pragmatic voice in his head chided him, however. Did he really mean that? Or was that nothing more than an expression of guilt? Had Stefan Bauer lived, would Schiffer truly wish to know more about the boy who’d taken Heinrich away by giving his son all he had of himself? How would Schiffer have behaved, the voice continued, if Heinrich lived and talked about his lover to his parents? What then?
Schiffer sighed, his gaze dulling with unshed tears. “I’d like to think that I’d at least try to understand,” he whispered.
Cradling the glass minstrel in his hand, he walked off to the drawing room. He stood before the Christmas tree for a moment, searching for bare areas. And when he found an appropriate spot near the top, he pulled out a couple of ornaments and moved them elsewhere. He hung the minstrel on one of the branches, exactly at a spot that he could easily see from his favorite chair across the room.
On the branch beside it, Schiffer hung another ornament. It was a glass shepherd, with dark hair and features that he thought were familiar to him. He’d insisted on purchasing that from Abelard Bauer a few hours ago, for all of Bauer’s efforts at getting him to bring home something more regal.
“Surely you wish to have something appropriate for your tree, Herr Schiffer,” Bauer had said in some confusion when Schiffer pulled out the shepherd and declared it to be his favorite.
“It is appropriate, believe me. For its intended partner, it’s quite perfect.”
The shepherd, Schiffer had also told himself, was a clear enough expression of his love. He’d thought at first of purchasing a king on his way to Bauer’s shop, but he’d realized that it wasn’t a realistic representation. Heinrich, as his younger brother had pointed out, hadn’t been a saint. He’d never been perfect, despite his father’s arguments—misguided and unfairly partial arguments—to the contrary. He’d been human, perhaps too human, but that had made him all the more beautiful to Stefan Bauer.
It was with no small pride that Schiffer mulled over that final point. “He chose my son,” he said. “He chose Heinrich to be the center of his world. And they died together.”
It was a terribly romantic idea, Schiffer had always thought, and certainly one that was better suited in poets’ flowery verses, but he couldn’t deny the beauty of such an extreme, breathtaking sentiment as two lovers passing on together, inseparable even in death.
He stepped back and watched the glittering, delicate representations of two lost boys, his heart full, his mind still marveling at many ideas that had always been foreign to him, but were now so, so real.
from The Glass Minstrel
Hayden Thorne is a writer of young adult fiction, specializing in contemporary fantasy, historical fantasy, and historical genres. Her books range from a superhero fantasy series to reworked folktales to Victorian ghost fiction. Hayden’s themes are coming-of-age, with very little focus on romance (most of the time) and more on individual growth with some adventure thrown in. Her website can be found at http://www.haydenthorne.net
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