Chapter 38 Chapter Two A Dazzling Light Brightened the Confused Heart

Climb's grief gradually eased with the passage of time.His strength recovered, and a month after Thomasy's visit he could sometimes be seen walking in the courtyard.Patience and despair, calm and melancholy, the flush of health and the gray of death, were strangely intertwined in his face.He was now unnaturally silent about all his mother's past; and though Eustacia knew he had been thinking about it, she was glad to avoid the subject and even mention it. unwilling to mention.When he was down, his heart would let him vent it all; but now that his rationality was more or less on the rise, he fell into a deep silence.

One evening, as he stood thus in the yard, digging up a weed with his cane, a thin figure turned the corner and came up to him. Christine is that you?Clem asked. I'm glad you found me out of the house.I want you to go to Hualuo Village as soon as possible and help me tidy up that house.I assume it's been locked since I left? Yes, Mr. Clem. Have you dug up your potatoes and other tubers? Yes, thank God, not a drop of rain fell.But I'm here to tell you something, it's not at all the kind of thing we've been talking about at home lately.It was the rich gentleman of the lady's shop, the gentleman we usually call the proprietor, who sent me to tell you that Mrs. Wilderf gave birth to a girl just at one o'clock in the afternoon, or maybe sooner or later. Two minutes; supposedly they stayed there after they got the money to wait for the baby to be born.

You said she gave birth smoothly, right? Yes, sir.It's just that Mr. Wildford was upset because it wasn't a boy. That's what people say in kitchen chatter, but I don't want to pay attention to it. Christine, now you listen to me. Yes, of course, Mr. Yeobright. Did you see my mother the day before she died? No, I haven't seen it. A look of great disappointment appeared on Yeobright's face. But I saw her the morning she died. Climb's face suddenly brightened.This is closer to what I'm trying to understand.He said. Yes, I know it was that day; for she said, I'm going to see him, Christine; and therefore I don't need you to bring me any more vegetables for the evening.

Who are you going to see? look at you.You need to understand that she is going to your house. Yeobright looked at Christine in surprise with focused eyes.Why have you never talked about it?Are you sure she intends to come to my house, he asked? Oh, that's right.I didn't mention it because I haven't seen you at all lately.Besides, she has never been to your place at all, so there is nothing to say. But I have never been able to figure out why she walked so much on the wasteland on such a hot day!Well, did she say why she came to see me?Christine, that's one thing I'm dying to know.

Yes, Mr. Clem.She didn't tell me about it, but I think she'd told someone about it somewhere. Do you know who she told about it? There is one man, however, sir, I beg you not to mention my name to him, for I have seen him on some very strange occasions, especially in my sleep.One night at the end of summer, he was like famine and sword.Old Testament.The book of Jeremiah says: The sword you dread will overtake you in the land of Egypt, and the famine you dread will follow you closely in Egypt.There you will die. ], staring at me, which made me so frustrated that I didn't comb my few thinning hairs for two days.There he stood, Mr. Yeobright, in the middle of the road to Misty Heights, and your mother came up, as white as

Yeah, when did that happen? Last summer, in my dream. Pooh!Who is that man? Digory, the red clay dealer.The night before she came to see you, he visited her and sat with her.By the time he got to that gate, I hadn't gotten home from work. I have to see Wayne. I wish I knew about it, Clem said irritably. I wonder why he didn't tell me? He left Adenmoor the next day, so he probably didn't even know you wanted to see him. Christine, Clem said, you've got to find Wayne.I have other things on my hands now, or I would go find them myself.Go to him right away and tell him I want to talk to him.

I'm good at finding people during the day, said Christine, and he began to look around hesitantly in the last rays of the setting sun.But at night, Mr. Yeobright, there's no one worse than me. Search the Wasteland if you will, and you will bring him soon.Bring him tomorrow if you can. So Christine left.Tomorrow is here, but we can't see Wayne.In the evening, Christine came, looking very upset.He searched all day, but heard nothing of the red clay dealer. Inquire all you can tomorrow without leaving your work, said Yeobright, and don't come to see me till you find him. The next day, Yeobright went to the old house in Hualuo Village, and now everything in the courtyard gate belonged to him.His serious illness had put off his various preparations for moving there the other day; but, as custodian of his mother's meager estate, he had a great need to see what was there; , he decided to stay there for the next night.He walked all the way, neither fast nor decisive, but at a slow, unhurried pace, like a person waking from a deep sleep.When he walked into the valley, it was already afternoon.Everything about the place, the mood of the moment, was the same as it was day after day; these same scenes as before gave him the illusion that she, who was no longer alive, would come out to meet him.The gate to the courtyard was closed, as were the windows, just as he had left it the night after the funeral.He opened the gate and found that a spider had already formed a large web over the gate, connecting the gate to the beams, as if the gate would never be opened again.When he was inside and opened the shutters, he began to examine the cupboards and burn the useless bits of paper, wondering how the place should be arranged so that Eustacia could stay there till the end of the day. He might start to realize his plan, if ever.

As he looked from room to room, he felt more and more reluctant to alter the furnishings to suit Eustacia's notions of fashion, which had been handed down through the years by his parents and grandparents. They made it.The tall and thin oak shell clock has a picture of the ascension of Jesus on the center plate of the clock door, and a picture of fishing miracles on the base [Note: According to the "Bible.New Testament.According to the Gospel of John, after Jesus died, a ghost appeared and told his disciples where to cast a net for fishing, and they caught a net full of fish. ]; his grandmother's small corner cabinet with a glass door through which the mottled china can be seen; and the serving rack, wooden tea tray, and hanging drinking fountain with a copper faucet. Where are you going?

He noticed that the flowers on the windowsill were withered from lack of water, and he put them outside on the ledge so they could be removed.While he was so busy, he heard footsteps on the gravel outside, and someone was knocking on the door. Yeobright opened the door, and Wayne stood in front of him.Good morning, said the red-monger. Is Mrs. Yeobright at home? Yeobright looked at the ground.So you haven't met Christine or any of the Eden, have you?he asks. No.I just walked outside for a long time and came back.I was here the day before I left. Have you never heard of anything? Not at all.

My mother died. died!Wayne said dully. Where she is now is a place where I was going. Wayne stared at him and said, I would never believe you if I hadn't looked in your face.Have you ever been sick? I had a serious illness. Oh, what a fickle world!When I broke up with her a month ago, everything indicated that she was ready to start a new life. It all became a reality. There is no doubt that you are right.Misfortune has taught you to speak with a deeper tone than mine.The new life I mean is her life in this world.She died too early. Maybe it's because I've lived too long.I've had a miserable experience of it this past month, Digory.But come in; I've been wanting to see you.

He led the red-monger into the great room where the ball had been held the previous Christmas; and they sat down together on the high-backed bench.You see, there's no fire in the furnace, said Clem, and while the half-burned log and the ashes were still glowing, she was alive!Little has changed here.I can't do anything.My life hangs on like a snail. How did she die?Wayne asked. Yeobright related some of the circumstances of her illness and death, and then went on to say: After all this, all the pain was but a mere ailment to me.I said at the beginning that I wanted to ask you something, but I talked about it like a drunk.I am anxious to know what she said to you the last time she saw you.I suppose you talked to her for a long time? I talked to her for over half an hour. is it about me Yes.She must have gone to the Badlands because of what I told her.There is no doubt that she is going to see you. But if she was extremely dissatisfied with me in her heart, why did she come to see me?This is really puzzling. But I know she has completely forgiven you. But would Digory, a woman who had fully forgiven her son, fall ill on the way to his house, say what had broken her heart because of his ill-treatment?Never! All I know is that she doesn't blame you at all.She blamed herself and only herself for everything that happened.This is what I heard her say. You heard her say I didn't abuse her, while at the same time someone else heard from her that I abused her?My mother was not the type of impulsive woman who would change her opinion at any time for no reason.How is it possible, Wayne, that she could have said these very different words in a similar amount of time? I can't tell.It is a strange thing, for she has forgiven you, and she has forgiven your wife, and is going to see you again, with the intention of reconciling with you. If there's anything in the world that can confuse me, it's this unreasonable thing!Digory, if any of us living could talk to the dead just once, for a minute, even as if to a prisoner, through an iron bar, what we might learn!Many of the now smiling people will hide their heads by then!This tragedy will be clear to me immediately at that time.But the tomb shut her up forever; how was the truth to be known now? His companion didn't say a word, because he really didn't know what to say; after Wayne left, it took several minutes for Clem to shake off this dull pathos, his heart fluttered, and he fell into a state of trouble. , really don't know what to do. He was in this state all afternoon.A neighbor had made a bed for him in the house, so that he would not have to come again next day; and when he rested in this dreary spot, hours passed without sleep, and the thoughts kept coming. His mind went back and forth.How to find a way to unravel the mystery of death seems to be a far more important problem than all the problems of living, and needs to be solved more.In his memory there was always the living face of a little boy who had walked into the cottage where Clem's mother lay.Those round eyes, the eager look, and the words spoken in a crisp voice, these were like knives slashing in his mind. The idea of ​​going to see the boy arose as a means of getting a new clue to the facts; though it was entirely possible that the means would be futile.After six weeks, the method of trying to find out what a child thinks is not for the facts that the child has seen, and what he can understand at the time, but to get the essence of things beyond his comprehension. Not much; but after every obvious clue has been broken, we're left looking for small, obscure details.There is no other way; then he will let the unsolved mystery sink into the abyss of the eternal unsolved mystery. After he decided to do this, it was almost dawn, and he got up immediately.He locked the house, and set out for the green, which blended into the whole heath.Before the white garden fence the path split in three like a broad-headed arrow.The path to the right went to the lady's shop and its neighbors' houses; the path in the middle led to Misty Heights;As he walked the last path, Yeobright felt a chill that was familiar to most of the people in this part of the country, perhaps brought on by the crisp air before sunrise.When he thought about it after a few days, he felt that it was a very meaningful thing. When Yeobright walked to Susan.When he arrived at the small farmhouse of Nasaqi (the mother of the little boy he was looking for), he found that the people in the house were not up yet.But it's amazing how quickly and easily the people in the Highland Lodge get out of bed and out of the house.There's no normal human sequence of yawns and washes that separates day from night.Jobright tapped on the upstairs window lattice with his cane, which he could reach; and in three or four minutes the woman came down. It wasn't until this moment that Clem remembered that she was the one who had treated Eustacia so unreasonably.This made him somewhat understand why the woman was so rude to him.What's more, the boy was ill again; and since the boy had been forced to work for Eustacia the night the campfire was lit, Susan now attributed his discomfort to the fact that Eustacia was a witch, yes. He casts a spell.This is a subconscious feeling, like a weasel hiding in the dark; after Susan stabbed Eustacia in the church, the old captain wanted to sue her, but because Eustacia begged the captain in every possible way , this matter had to be let go, and the old captain let it go, but doing so made her subconscious feelings always exist. Yeobright suppressed his resentment, because at least Susan hadn't been mean to his mother.He asked gently if the boy was there; but she was very unfriendly. I want to see him, continued Yeobright, a little hesitantly: I want to ask him if he remembers anything else he said to my mother besides what he had said earlier. She looked at him with a strange and critical look.If he was not half-blind, any other person would have seen the expression in the eyes, and you wanted to give yourself another blow that had already made you fall. She called the boy down, made Clem sit down on a little stool, and said, Well, Johnny, tell Mr Yeobright all about it if you can remember. You haven't forgotten walking with that poor lady on that hot day, have you?Clem asked. Yes.said the boy. What did she tell you? The boy repeated verbatim what he had said when he entered the cabin.Yeobright propped his elbows on the table and covered his face with his hands; the mother of the child looked on, as if she couldn't understand how a man could let a blow that had already struck him so deep be repeated. Was she going to Eldworth when you first met her? No; she was getting out of there. That's impossible. That's it; she went with me.I also went back. So where did you meet her? right at your house. Be careful and tell the truth!Climb said with a straight face. Indeed, sir; I met her at your house in the first place. Clem stood up, and Susan gave a predictable smile that didn't make her face any better; she seemed to say that something evil was about to happen! What is she doing at my house? She went and sat under a tree in the part of the woods in Ghost Howler. God!I never knew about it! You never told me about this before?Susan said. No, mother; because I don't want you to know I've come so far.I've been picking up black pointed cherries and have strayed away without realizing it. What was she doing then?asked Bright. Watch a man come and enter your door. That is one of my twig-cutters, holding a bundle of twigs in his hand. No; that's not you.That's a mr.You were in the house before he did. who is he? I have no idea. Just tell me what happened next. The poor lady went up and knocked on your door, while the dark-haired lady looked out at her window. The boy's mother turned to Climb and said, this is something you can't imagine, right? Like a rock, Yeobright paid no attention to her words.Go on, go on.He spoke hoarsely to the boy. When the old lady saw the young lady looking out of the window, she knocked again; and when no one came to answer the door, she took up the scythe, looked at it, put it down again, and then she looked at the bundle of wattles; Then she was gone, walking towards me, and she was panting really badly, like that.We walked together, her and me, and I talked to her and she talked to me a bit, but not much because she couldn't catch her breath. oh!Climb murmured in a low voice and lowered his head.Go on.He said. She couldn't talk very much, and she couldn't walk; and her face, oh, it was queer! What happened to her face? Just like your face now. The woman looked at Yeobright and saw that his face was pale and cold sweat was breaking out. Does that mean something else?She whispered, what do you think of her now? Shut up!Yeobright said angrily.Then turned back to the boy, and then you left her alone to die? No, said the woman anxiously and annoyed, he didn't let her die!She told him to leave.Whoever said he abandoned her was talking nonsense. Stop messing around on this one, Clem said with a trembling lip, what he did was insignificant compared to what he saw.You said, that door has been closed?Keep it closed while she looks out the window?Merciful God!What is going on here? Seeing the interrogator staring at him like this, he couldn't help but cringe. That's what he said, the mother replied, Johnny was a boy of God and he wouldn't lie. Abandoned by my son!No, on my life, mother dear, it's not like that!But by your son, let all the female murderers get the punishment they deserve! After saying that, Yeobright left the hut and left.His eyeballs were motionless, dazed, and there was a faint glint of cold light; his lips moved, which made people feel like he was playing Oedipus. Without knowing the details, he killed his own father, married his own mother again, felt ashamed when he found out, stabbed his eyes blind, and died wandering. 】The actor is speaking his lines.His state of mind is quite capable of the most outlandish behavior.But in his current situation, he was unable to take these actions.It was not the pale face of Eustacia, nor the face of the unknown man, before him, but only this bleak wasteland, wounded by centuries and impassive, full of wrinkled and paleo The frenzied commotion of this lonely man seemed insignificant in the face of the old landscape.