Il sole anche di notte (The Sun Also Shines at Night) Page #4

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in such angelic apparel.

I believe Your Grace sent for me.

Yes.

I wanted you to meet|His Majesty's aide-de-camp.

Well, shall I shake you hand?|Or do you want me to kiss it?

I have renounced the world,|why do you wish to expose me to it?

May I offer you some refreshment,|Excellency?

- Shall we serve, Your Grace?|- Yes, yes, of course.

You may withdraw.

A cup of chocolate, Excellency?

I have committed a sin of pride.|I need someone to forgive me.

Me?

Here?

Father Sergio's request.

News has come to us of the death...

of our young brother, Egidio...

hermit on Mount Petra...

where he wished to be buried.

Father Sergio will take his place.

Who are you?

They sent me here|from the Castelnegro monastery.

I'm here to serve you.

I didn't ask for anyone.

That's what I told them.|I mean a hermit's supposed to be alone.

You're afraid.

How old are you?

Did you know Egidio was just your age|when he discovered his vocation?

What vocation?

I want to work on the land|like my brothers.

I'll make you something to eat.

You can go home, if you know the way.

I'm better now, I'll be all right.

It's me who prefers to be alone.

You mean it? Really?

No, who'd kill your bedbugs for you?

Go.

Egidio, my brother...

help me, have compassion on me.

But please don't appear to me tonight.

Or you'll scare me.

Take me, Lord, please take me.

We've come because|we wanted to bring you something.

We've had it for two years.

Your mother gave it to us|just before she died.

We kept saying we must go,|but somehow we never left.

It's a woolen undershirt.

Your mother was worried to death|about how damp it would be up here.

I'll take it as a keepsake,|but I won't wear it.

But it'll keep you nice and warm.

He keeps me warm. I am at His disposal.

You speak like a saint.|But you mark my words, Sergio...

God helps those who help themselves.

Take care of your cold by yourself.

- Any news of my sister?|- She sent us word from Spain that...

- she's had another son.|- With that nice soldier of hers.

Are you sure|you don't have anything else to tell me?

Well, yes.

I don't know if we should say it.

We've been married 40 years...

and the one thing we both long for...

is to close our eyes at the same moment.

We've always lived side by side.

And we'd like to make|our very last journey, side by side.

May one ask something like that,|Father Sergio?

Well, I hope it's as far off as possible,|because I need you.

You know, I often think of your pigeons...

and the dung we used to put|under the plants.

- Are there still a lot of them?|- More than a hundred.

Well, you tell them when you get back|that sometimes I'm as happy as they are...

when they fly in the evening|before they go back to their holes.

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