Chapter 53. A Declaration of War
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
Everyone looked up to see Elphaba and Fiyero enter the parlor room two hours later.
Both looked worried.
"What's going on? What's wrong? Fiyero? Elphaba?" Sarima asked, standing.
Neither said anything. Fiyero led Elphaba to the window, and the two began whispering softly. The others tried hard to not evesdrop, but couldn't help it, and only caught snatches of their conversation.
"We can't, the last thing we need to do is....."
"I know Fae, but I don't think we have a choice...."
".....they know very well that we won't....."
"....if we have to, we have to..."
"But Yero, what about...."
"...know about peace, but they aren't looking for peace....."
"....they're looking for war...."
"I won't....."
"...if we have....."
".....men like our son to...."
"I know, I know......"
"Oz Yero, I don't want to go to war. I don't...."
"Shh. Shh. Azzittire, mi amata." He whispered, pulling her close.
"What? What's going on?" Musetta asked. Finally, her son and daughter-in-law settled in one of the armchairs, Elphaba on his lap.
"There have been trouble with the Maserhums." Fiyero started. Elphaba slipped off her husband's lap, and walked over to the window.
"So, what does that have to do with us?" Baxiana asked. Elphaba looked out the window, watching the birds, before replying.
"It means we have to go to war."