CLAIR DE LUNE'S
The Part 36
When he finally arrived at his residence—and he
spent half an hour climbing the stairs—as he wouldn't be surprised to get Clair-de-Lune to stop breathing and cold. But no, the boy was still alive, he was breathing softly while asleep.
Poor Monsieur Dupoint also fell asleep in the
his chair.
Grandma Clair-de-Lune shook her shoulders slowly, with hands that were as straight as claws.
“Madame!” monsieur Dupoint said, surprised. Then
he added with great attention. “You okay?”
“Alright, Monsieur Dupoint,” said steady.
“Thank you for your help. I'll take care of him now.”
When Monsieur Dupoint excused himself, the woman stood up
for a moment at the bedside, keep an eye on Clair-de-Lune. Then he went to the chest where he kept his daughter's clothes, and took something out of it. A golden cage, where he once locked the silver-haired bird and
golden red pockets. He made a fire, and threw the cage into it. Then he dragged the chair, and sat staring at the cage melting into a lump of metal.
After that, exhausted, he got into his bed and
fell asleep. His sleep was deep and uninterrupted, for he knew he had done all he could.
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Late that night, while Clair-de-Lune was breathing
soft on his bed, he felt a mustachioed nose tickling his cheeks.
Slowly—because very weak—ia opened her eyes and tilted her head on the pillow.
Bonaventure! He said; but even to make the sound of a young bird he could not.
“You must accompany me immediately, Mademoiselle!” say
Bonaventure. “Because a Woman is waiting for you! He asked to meet you—dan
he told me to pick you up!”
A woman! Clair-de-Lune said in a voice so slow that only a mouse could hear it. But, Bonaventure—I'm afraid my— isn't strong running…
“Ah, Mademoiselle!” bonaventure. “Hold—if you want—bahuku.”
Clair-de-Lune is too weak to move
his hands to the pillow. But, Bonaventure jumped to where his hand had drooped, and infiltrated beneath it. Sensing the warm Bonaventure fur on his fingers, Clair-de-Lune stroked him gently. Then he felt something he had never felt before. What is this folded hairy thing?
“Wings!” bonaventure. “Well, if you want to get up from your bed, Mademoiselle,” he said important pretentious, “I will carry you!”
Even though Bonaventure has wings, Clair-de-Lune
doubt whether the mouse is strong holding a human child. But he knew, Bonaventure was never willing to budge with any Restrictions.
Very slowly, he began to sit down. Right at that moment,
something strange happened. He felt that there was strength behind him, as strong as two firm hands, helping him to stand up and get off the bed.
“Tuh, right?” he said proudly. “Now we
must leave soon! Look up!”
Clair-de-Lune stares at the ceiling, and is shocked when
looking at the starry sky, as if, suddenly, the roof of the building was gone, or invisible. Exactly like my dream! Her thought.
“The woman,” says Bonaventure seriously, “tinggal in
Country Behind the Stars.”
But how do we get there? Clair-de-lune. Just thinking that, he saw something in the sky above them, not a star, something small but growing bigger and bigger, coming down lightly and surely towards them, at incredible speed. Immediately, before Clair-de-Lune had time to jump back—even though he was strong and able to do it—the object fell, straight, into the basement of the roof, falling to the floor in front of his feet with a thud. A ladder, made
of white and silver colored materials and somewhat lustrous; soft like a cobweb but shiny and strong like steel.
“There is no destination that does not have stairs
to achieve it,” said Bonaventure. “Let's go, Mademoiselle.”
Then, it was sustained from behind by a mouse that
winged like a hummingbird, Clair-de-Lune began to climb up the steps of the mine, up, up, up, up, step by step, holding on to the stairs, towards the starry black sky.
The ladder was slightly swinging because of its weight; but the swing was gentle, like a mother putting her child to sleep while swinging it
from left to right; and while climbing, Clair-de-Lune is not just looking up and around, but also down (as he was not at all afraid) and the higher he climbed, the more he could see.
At first, when looking down, he only saw the basement of the roof—but of course from above, which must be different from what he used to see. He saw his own bed, a wooden floor, a big crate, a closet, even his sleeping grandmother, all from a distance. Soon her grandmother looked as small as a child.
As he climbed higher and higher, the space
it appears smaller among the vast red roofs built so close to each other, which is the town where Clair-de-Lune lives. No wonder he could only see a small piece of the sky from down there! Hanging above, he saw no space at all between the roofs
that's.
While he climbed even higher, he discovered something that left him flabbergasted. The city was a huge uneven circle, looking even large from a distance. But not only that. Outside the city, there were now starlit fields, and among them were fresh, sparkling and moving rivers like giant eels, and furthermore, rivers of water, there are rice paddies and a vast silvery sea.
The city looked small, so small
Clair-de-Lune pity to see it.
And after Clair-de-Lune climb higher and
higher up, he saw not only the sea, but other lands, other seas, snowy places, mountains and deserts; and
at last he saw the whole world, the blue ball that was getting further and further beneath him.
Soon the earth seemed so small that she felt sorry for him.
It rises and rises, through a symphony of starlight above, around, and below.
Finally he stopped on the swaying ladder to rest. And now something's happening
the other odd. Because as he stared around, it seemed that he was once again on the stage, staring into the huge dark cave that was the night sky, and it was illuminated from above by a floodlight that turned out to be the moon.
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