Children of Life

Children of Weariness

Okay I know that was an awkward ending for the last chapter but I was out of ideas at the moment. But now I'm back in black to continue writing.

Once his eyes returned to her she immediately stopped studying him and gazed down at her lap.

"Mademoiselle, if you wish to return to surface I can take you there, but that is as far as I can go." He said gently. She began to play with her hands, popping her joints and wringing her hands.

"I really appreciate the gesture, but once I am back at the surface I have no place to go, my troop thinks I'm dead." She said sadly, he noticed that she had stop playing with her fingers and had folded them neatly in her lap, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

"You don't have to leave unless you want to." He said trying to be polite as well as trying to ease her embarrassment. She shook her head

"Couldn't possibly stay, you've been too me already." I shook my head at her and gave a small smile

"It is no trouble, it get lonely down here, not very many people come down here to visit." He said almost as if he wanted her to stay. But that's not possible , who would want a gypsy girl to stay with them out of kindness? Certainly not a man of wealth, this man didn't seem to be foppish as the opera patrons, but certainly would never be considered to be poor.

"No , I couldn't. I wouldn't want to bother you. I not to much trouble could you take me back to the surface." She said quietly as if in fear of angering him.

"Certainly Moiselle, but would you like to have something to eat before you leave?" He asked as he eyed her thin arms that were bare.

"No thank you sir, I wouldn't want to cause a fuss." She swung her legs over the side of the bed then on to the floor. As she did this the man noticed that she was barefoot and with this oncoming winter she wouldn't survive if she didn't have warning clothes to wear. She was stubborn so he knew that she wouldn't accept his help unless he did something to convince her, so he began to sing.

"Come in, Ma'am , for you are weary

And the night is cold out there.

Though our lives are very humble

What we have, we have to share.

There is wine here to revive you.

There is bread to make you strong.

There's a bed to rest 'til morning.

Rest from pain, and rest from wrong."

She seemed swayed by his voice because she sat back on the bed and made no move to move. So he asked her again if she would like something to eat. This time she nodded her head. Getting an answer he was satisfied with he turned and walked through the man room into another room that served as the kitchen.

The song from this chapter is the Priest Song from Les Miserables, if you didn't notice I changed sir and ma'am in the story to make if fit. This cast is the 10th year anniversary the song itself is sang by Paul F Monaghan.