Marie Heurtin Page #3

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he could see nothing.

He was led to Damascus...

Please eat.

No.

In Damascus, there was

a disciple named Ananius...

It's me, Raphalle.

You must eat.

No, sister. The journey

would worsen your condition

- and you might...

- I'll die in the end.

As will we all.

But I'll probably go

long before you.

I want to finish my

task before I go.

Just find me a remedy

to get me through the trip.

I am so happy.

I will see Marie again.

She is my joy,

the daughter of my soul,

the light of my life.

It's me.

What's wrong?

Sister Elisabeth has died.

- When?

- Just now.

She was working

in the garden.

She said she felt hot,

and then died.

Sister Elisabeth is broken?

No. Her body is broken.

She is dead.

You and I are the opposite.

We are alive.

I'm going to die too.

When?

Soon.

I forbid you to die.

I can't decide that.

Neither can you.

- Who decides?

- God.

Who is God? Where is He?

I can't touch Him.

He is everywhere.

Here, here, here...

Even inside you.

April 20.

Marie gave me

so many things.

She introduced me to a

world I knew nothing about.

A world you can touch,

where everything that is alive

pulsates under your fingers.

They are beautiful.

There are lots of them.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Would you like a drink?

Yes.

Careful, it's hot.

You want a drink?

No.

Help.

I won't let her come in.

But she needs to see you.

I didn't ask your opinion.

I want to come in, please.

Marguerite is tired.

She is resting.

I want to go in.

I said no.

I want to go in!

Patience. Later.

What about little Marie?

She wasn't seen at lunch.

Where has she got to?

We've been looking all clay.

We looked everywhere.

Look in the trees.

It's dangerous.

Oh, I'm still capable

of climbing a ladder!

Come on.

I want to see Marguerite.

I want to see Marguerite

before she dies.

Before taking the orders myself,

I thought the people of the Church

left this world peacefully,

in serenity.

Since then I've seen

several sisters die,

a few priests...

Some allay suspicion.

With more or less skill,

they pretend...

they're happy to

join their Maker.

But I've never been fooled.

I felt the revolt

clinging to their bodies.

I suppose I'll go that way too.

We devoted ourselves to God.

Our whole life is a rebellion.

We rebel against evil,

against the world,

against ourselves.

Why won't you talk to

the girl one last time?

I am not ready.

You've no more

time to get ready.

But she is ready.

You worked well.

She knows you will leave her.

She has accepted it.

But you haven't.

You haven't accepted leaving her.

Yes.

Will you carry on learning?

Yes.

I won't be there to help you.

The other sisters

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