Voice from the Stone Page #2

for just as long.

The women work here

in the house.

The men, in the quarry.

- The quarry?

- It's where

all this comes from,

the wealth of the family.

The stone was once

highly prized.

- Was?

- She allowed it to flood

at the beginning of the war.

Times were difficult.

And she had her career.

No more need for the stone.

Jakob swims there.

He'll take you there

if you wish.

- Yes.

I'd like that very much.

Salve.

- Let me.

Per favore.

It's been so long.

I...

Used to do this to her

every night of her life...

Since she was a tiny girl.

She began to perform

when she was fourteen.

She took me with her everywhere.

Nobody knew her as I did...

Knew her moods,

her needs.

Oh...

How I loved her.

Jakob, was it you?

If it was, then all you've done

is tell me you're afraid.

Ja...

Jakob.

Jakob, what is it?

Jakob.

- Aah!

- What?

Jakob, no!

Wait! Wait!

- Jakob?

Hey!

Jakob.

Jakob, no.

Quiet. Quiet.

Be quiet. Be quiet.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Quiet.

Enough.

Stop!

- I should have left him.

He was by the wall

as if he was...

- Listening.

Yes, I've seen him do it.

In his bedroom.

Also in the garden.

In the quarry.

I assume it's his mother

he hears

or thinks he hears.

It seems to give him comfort.

- I should have been told.

It changes the situation.

It may indicate

a far more serious condition.

- You don't believe

in such voices?

- No.

No, signore, I do not.

- Nor do I.

Sometimes I wish I did.

Have you considered

taking him away from this place?

- Yes, of course.

It was impossible.

It was as you saw last night.

He became a danger to himself

and to others.

- Then he should be in hospital.

- No, absolutely not.

No.

- Signore, I'm no longer sure

I can care for your son.

- Why?

- I have been misled

about what is required.

I must consider whether I am

properly qualified.

- You're just like the others.

I await your decision.

Jakob.

Jakob! Jakob!

Help me down.

You scared me, Jakob.

But you've helped me

realize something.

I can't leave you.

I once knew a boy

who thought he could hear

his dead sister

through the teeth

of an old comb.

He would sit with it for hours,

listening and whispering

his secrets.

He was as sure of what he heard

as you are.

The mind is capable

of extraordinary things.

It is your mind that is

speaking to you, Jakob,

nothing else.

I'm not saying that...

That what you hear isn't real,

because anything we experience

is real in its own way,

but it's...

It's not what it pretends to be.

It's important

to understand that.

I want to hear you speak.

But I am not your enemy.

I care about you.

What is it?

You wish to leave?

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