Bilitis Page #2

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- No!

I am not who you think.

Who are you then?

I am Frandor.

The son of Earl! Oh...

- Feel better?

- But what happened?

- Nothing, nothing, stage fright.

- Stage fright?

Leave me alone Sabine!

I'm leaving now

I know

I will miss you.

I am Lucas.

There! We're ready to leave.

If my wife wants to

leave these ladies...

Come up, it's cold.

This is nanny. She knew you

when you were very young.

She was there when I was born.

She never leaves me.

She wasn't there

when I was born.

She didn't know me

when I was a little.

What a handicap.

She must not weigh much more than

ten years ago, but she's bigger now.

I'll give her a kiss

and call her "Jij".

Agreed. you give me a

kiss and call me Jij

I used to spend all my

holidays in this room.

When I was a young girl.

Do you like it?

Yes, provided that

I am not locked up.

Why would we do that?

Come.

Bilitis, your poem

what was it about?

About?

Love?

Yes, a girl who...

Did you learn to ride horses

in your school?

Yes, some do that

but not me.

Why, is there a reason?

No, I don't know

why I can't.

Strange. Most girls enjoy riding.

- They find it exciting.

- Pierre!

- Not hungy?

- No, thank you.

You could use a little fattening up...

Don't you agree, Melissa

that she should... no?

- I am tired, excuse me.

- Do you want something for the night?

- I want a large glass of milk.

- I'll go with you.

A glass of milk.

Why not a teddy bear?

He was teasing you, you know.

He does that frequently...

too frequently.

He loves horses, doesn't he?

Yes, that is his passion.

He's just happy around them.

He's mostly at

the riding school.

- Do you live here all year?

- Since Pierre bought the riding school.

- Do you sleep in the same bed?

- Of course.

What a question!

Sleep well.

What are you looking at?

At you, darling. When you were

Bilitis' age. You look like her.

I don't think so.

Say...

What's she doing now?

She certainly drinks her milk...

She is very tired.

She will sleep, and so will I.

Pardon me,

I'm not tired

I undressed to climb a tree,

My naked thighs embraced

the smooth and humid bark.

My sandals climbed

upon the branches.

High up, but still beneath the leaves

and shaded from the heat,

I straddled a wide-spread fork...

and swung my feet into the void.

It had rained... Drops of water

fell and flowed upon my skin.

My hands were soiled

with moss, and...

my heels were reddened

by the crushed blossoms.

I felt the lovely tree living,

when the wind passed through it

so I locked my legs tighter,

and crushed my open lips to

the hairy nape of a bough.

Good morning, Nanny.

Well, you're up already?

Yes, are they?

Pierre left early this morning.

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