Until that moment I had no need to explore motives.

I had no immunity, no defense, was left stunned,

Unable to react or respond. Nothing within me 

Allowed me to fight, to right the wrong. I left,

In shame, not comprehending what happened, why, 

Or that such a thing could happen. Found guilty

Without committing the crime, judged on hearsay,

On circumstance. I, an honest man, trusted and loved,

Betrayed by those who knew better. No, I had no

Recourse but to leave, to make my way alone, 

My trade to sustain me. Now, after so many years, 

The evidence is in—innocent! My honor is restored, 

My work has brought wealth. But that is nothing 

To that which exile has brought, which is immeasurable.

No better outcome could be conceived. I have Eppie.