19 July 1993 - Monday afternoon
Well, it seems that I am not as clever as I thought I was. Perhaps, I am slipping. I received a staunchly worded memo from Sir Edmund regarding my "grand scheme" to ensnare Nick. Moreover, he knows about Maggie and has guessed at the circumstances. Verdomme! I feel like I've gotten caught with my pants down in the middle of Main Street. Christ!
Have I truly been that transparent? Or has that obtuse old goat been talking with William? No, I shouldn't say that. Sir Edmund can be astute enough when occasion arises. I guess I tend to be that occasion.
He is correct, however, and Maggie as well. My friendship with Johnny Boyle has shaded my thinking from the very beginning - from before the very beginning. I know that the Legacy was Johnny's hope for both his sons. Poor James was a lost cause, so Johnny poured all his aspirations into Nick. I think he feared that his life would be cut short. He once commented that I would never lack a Boyle to defend this house.
I'll not manipulate any more. I'll wait to see how relationships develop. When the time is right, I'll somehow present Nick with the truth of the Legacy and it's fight against the "Darkside". Perhaps, I shall even put some pressure on him to see what he's really made of - to see if the major was right in his assessment of his son. Perhaps, Maggie's suggested challenge can be proving himself and his skills to me. I shall force him to be himself and I shall be myself. If he chooses to petition despite his dislike for me, then I'll know that he is the right person for the job. If he chooses to walk away - so be it - it is better to do so now than later.
In any case, I shall not withdraw my legal support, nor my willingness to help him find his place in the world. I owe him that much. The Legacy's battle against the Darkness cost him his father, and I failed his father. I wasn't there at my friend's back as he had always been at mine.
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