Excuse me? Who’s the little boy standing aside?
Has he been punished? – That one?
– Yes. He’s a special case. May I? O Night Bring to The Earth The enchanting calm Of your mystery The shadow which follows you Is so sweet It is such a sweet concert Your voices chanting hope Your power is so great Transforming all into a dream O Night O leave still To the Earth The enchanting calm Of your mystery The shadow which follows you Is so sweet Is there anything more beautiful Than a dream? Is there any truth Sweeter Than hope? Morhange’s eyes followed my tempo, and in them,
I suddenly read many things: pride and
the joy of my forgiveness, but also something quite new to him, a feeling of gratitude.