CLAIR DE LUNE'S
The Part 34
“And view!” he said again while showing the pendulum
that's. “See what I brought you! This..gift! It—important. Promise me you'll wear it! Promise me.. You'll save it—whatever happens! And promise me.. will show it... to Brother Inchmahome!”.
He was so earnest that Clair-de-Lune had to comply. Thus, carefully, while continuing to wail, Clair-de-Lune laid on his lap. He took the pendulum from his claws, and with trembling hands, he put it on his neck. Then he lifted her up again and hugged her in his chest.
“Good!” bonaventure said with great satisfaction. It
silent again. Then:
“Bau fish! I guess.. the cat left the smell of fish from his mouth on my body. But the fish reminds me…
near the sea. I think I'll go back there. Good bye! Goodbye!”
When Clair-de-Lune brought the dying mouse to her lips and kissed her, she felt her mustachioed nose
shaking in his skin for the last time, giving him a mouse kiss. Then he didn't talk, didn't dance, and didn't kiss anymore.
Clair-de-Lune remained lamenting silently on the stairs,
hugging the mouse. Long time. He doubts whether there really will be none
something bad happened in that building. According to him, something bad, really bad, has happened. When he finally stopped crying and sat still, he did not know what to do. He could no longer remember why he was on the stairs.
Clair-de-Lune stood up, and his body shook violently. He leaned against the ladder to strengthen himself. He had to go to the monastery. He must tell Brother Inchmahome. Only that man could understand. Only that man could comfort her from this terrible event.
The Clair-de-Lune began to step down. He passed one brothel, then another. But where is the stone door? Hesitating, he dragged himself down again. However, the next floor is the Monsieur Dupoint grade floor. He hurried back, climbed up again; passed one brothel, then the next, until he was mired in the basement of the roof. Again, he backed off.
Where is the stone door? Whereabouts?
She's terrified. He must find it, he must…
He began to run, down to where he thought the stone door was. But there's none! There ain't!
Now that his head seems to be circling, he should
lie down. Perhaps, if he lay down, things would become clearer. He crawled to the small room under the stairs where he found Bonaventure, curled up in the shade of the stairs while hugging the mouse in his chest. Shaking, cold, anxious, and quite hidden from passers-by. Then he fell asleep in a high fever.
# # #
When Clair-de-Lune woke up a few hours later, she didn't even remember what happened; she didn't know what she was holding in her palm.
All he knew was that it was precious.
I have to go home, he thought.
So, step by step, he began to climb the twelve rows of stairs, muttering to himself in the sound of his chicks. Every ladder was made of stone: it was as if he were climbing a mountain. Isn't that the sky above him; the waterfall to his right? No, it's the door to the basement of the roof. He knocked on the door as if he were a guest.
And Monsieur Dupoint opened the door.
“Ah, here comes the little girl. Thankfully. But he's sick!
And Clair-de-Lune felt himself lifted up and
put on the bed.
“This kid is hot once!” monsieur Dupoint said. “And what is this in his hands? Rat carcass? Weird!” and he took the rat out of Clair-de-Lune's lunglai hand and threw it in the trash. “We should call the doctor,” he continued, “and he should be given a meal that
suitable for sick people—though he may not be able to eat for a few days.. So, for a while he should be given wheat sari: the best! And it should always be kept warm, Madame.”.
However, Clair-de-Lune's grandmother just sat quietly in a chair by the side of the bed. Her stern and beautiful face was now pale in shock. He gulped, and licked his lips; and said,
“We are very poor..” he said, then fell silent. “But there are items I can sell...”
“Madame!” monsieur Dupoint said
shook his head and stretched out his hands with his palm on top, subconsciously doing a position called donner le coeur, offering the heart. “Don't get confused about this. It's not much. I'll call the doctor
and immediately bring the wheat sari. And I will send food; for no one knows when he is strong enough to eat.Hopefully soon!”.
“Then I will go to Company—dan, Madame, if you don't mind me saying it, it should have been a long time since Madame met them. The money Madame received was not enough to live on, that was obvious. I know they'll give, if I explain the sitting. Everybody
remembering your daughter. And everyone put their hopes on Clair-de-Lune!”
After saying so, he rushed out of the
chamber.
When she was gone, Clair-de-Lune's grandmother opened
dress her granddaughter, clean her body with a sponge, and put on a nightgown. He saw the pendulum; but he did not recognize it, and he did not open it, he left it alone. The child's arrival the restless— moved to and fro and
let out strange noises from his throat—a little water to drink;
and once, Clair-de-Lune looked at him with empty eyes.
Then he sat down by the side of the bed, glaring, praying that the silver-haired, red-sung bird would return.
# # #
Late, late that night, if anyone in the building got up and went out to the stairs, it would seem an odd scene of procession: a: twenty-four rats walked slowly up the stairs to the basement of the roof.
When they arrived, one by one they slipped down the door of the Clair-de-Lune residence, one by one, where this girl sleeps restlessly due to fever and her grandmother sits glaring in a dark room illuminated only by the light of a candle.
Three of them climbed into the trash basket from the rattan, and painstakingly managed to pull out the small body they found inside. Then six mice lifted Bonaventure's body over their shoulders and the procession walked back through the door and down the stairs.
Throughout the night, there was the sound of rats wailing all over the building. But the voice is so
they can only be heard by rats.
Seriate...