Pomona arrived at the church, but instead of immediately seeking out the archbishop, she sat alone on a pew.
Her daughter Lily was buried in the cemetery behind the church too—or at least, that was what Severus had told her. She was buried there.
She could not describe the feeling in words. Her chest simply hurt. Maybe it would pass after a while, but until then, she could do nothing. Otherwise, tears would fall before she could even speak.
As she endured all this, she thought of Andromache. How was she supposed to smile at Achilles's son?
They were father and son; they should look alike. And Achilles was the one who had killed Hector.
In Racine's play, the condition for Andromache agreeing to marry Pyrrhus was that he spare her and Hector's son, and she planned to kill herself that very night.
If it were Pomona, she might not have had the courage to use a dagger, but she would have dared to use poison. That way, she would not have broken the vow to either live together or die together.
She did not understand other women. At any rate, she was like this: if she had a child, she would have no further entanglements with her former lover. For a time, she had lost her head and truly intended to bear Bonaparte a child, but she no longer thought so now.
She was still waiting for him. Perhaps not for twenty years like Odysseus's wife, but she really was still waiting.
Yet he might still be thinking of Lily, who had borne a child to his "enemy." If Lily had lost her head for a moment and gone away with Severus, only James and Harry would have been left. How was James supposed to explain to Harry why