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retrieving some larger sticks and a big, moss-covered chunk from
the woodpile by the door, the woman had squatted before the hearth,
continuing to nurture
the fire until she was satisfied
she could leave it.
She had taken up a rush-light to kindle it too, but reconsidered
and replaced the bundled stems in their simple iron fixture on the
table. "The fire's enough," she affirmed aloud, "we'll be in bed
soon." Then she set about brewing chamomile and lavender tea, the
moist fragrance of which now permeated the interior of the cottage.
gathered those apples just in time, my girl. It'll freeze
tonight, certain." Celeste groaned as she sat down on the edge of
the bed. "They've browned and softened, but they'll be useful,"
she grunted, pulling off her shoes with some effort. "We'll have
the lot pressed tomorrow. Ferment it and sell it." She smiled at
the idea of having some money in the jar hidden in the upper corner
of the room.
chandler will want some," the girl said absently.
the dusk the air outside was becoming heavier and quieter. Marguerite
turned her gaze to the open cottage door in time to witness the
enfeebled light retreat like vapor before the upward advance of
the earth's muddy darkness. She found it unsettling that a person
couldn't mark the point at which the light was replaced with dark,
even watching it happen. What began with open blue day, everything
solid and touchable, became illusory with the imperceptible fall
of a deepening lilac curtain - and soon all was darkness, the sky
heavy and close. Purple turning to black. Like a bruise,
she thought. Like a cloth thrown over the image of Christ at
Passiontide. There was something sad and terrible about the
moment one realized the darkness had finally conquered the light.
You don't know it until it's too late. She felt helpless under
the weight of the night and its deception.
familiar dread radiated from the pit of Marguerite's belly. She
rose and went to her mother for an embrace.
the dark can't hurt you if you behave sensibly. All is God's doing,
we need only follow the rules of the world around us to be safe."
know," she said into her mother's belly. "I just don't like it.
I want the day to remain."
night never came, when would we sleep? We'd be very tired indeed!
Nothing keeps on forever, Marguerite. That wouldn't be right. But
nothing disappears either. Everything changes into something else.
The plant lives, then is eaten and gives life to the goat; the goat
is killed and eaten and gives life to the person, and when the person
dies she becomes part of God's heavenly universe. It has always
been so. And the universe - the dark and the light - they go on
and on, following each other forever. Awake, asleep, awake, asleep."
She rocked her daughter back and forth with the words. "So you see,
there's no sense mourning the demise of the light when you know
very well it will reappear after sleep, just as the souls of the
dead reappear as stars in the night sky."
page: Suddenly...there were
rushing footsteps...she wheeled around...