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I love you for it, she said.It's all too like you that you should see this in a tiny bedroom in the inn late at night when you're drinking wine. And it's entirely like you to rage against it the way you rage against everything else.

I love you for it, she said.It's all too like you that you should see this in a tiny bedroom in the inn late at night when you're drinking wine. And it's entirely like you to rage against it the way you rage against everything else.

You'll get over this, she said.For the moment, death is spoiling life for you, that's all. But life is more important than death. You'll realize it soon enough. Now listen to what I have to say. I've had the doctor here and the old woman in the village who knows more about healing than he knows. Both agree with me I won't live too long.

My mother came in, closed the door behind her, and told me that she must talk to me. Her whole manner was tenderness.

I want you to go to Paris, Lestat, she said.I want you to take this money, which is all I have left from my family. I want to know you're in Paris, Lestat, when my-time comes. I want to die knowing you are in Paris.

In my present frame of mind, it struck terror. I sat by my own little fire, trying to resist the urge to go to the window and look down on the big fire that drew me as strongly as it scared me.

Stop, Mother, I said, aware of how selfish I was being, but unable to hold back.And this time there'll be no gifts. Put the money away.

Sit down, she said. She pointed to the bench near the hearth. Reluctantly I did as I was told. She sat beside me.

I won't go, Mother. . .

She listened and then she said,You're such a fighter, my son. You never accept. Not even when it's the fate of all mankind, will you accept it.

We had had a priest for a little while who called it pagan. But they got rid of him fast enough. The farmers of our mountains kept to their old rituals. It was to make the trees bear and the crops grow, all this. And on this occasion, more than any other, I felt I saw the kind of men and women who could burn witches.

I'm terrified of dying, she said. Her voice went almost dry.And I swear I will go mad if I don't know you're in Paris and you're free when it finally comes.

And from the distant village came the thinnest sound of the singing villagers.

We had had a priest for a little while who called it pagan. But they got rid of him fast enough. The farmers of our mountains kept to their old rituals. It was to make the trees bear and the crops grow, all this. And on this occasion, more than any other, I felt I saw the kind of men and women who could burn witches.

What, until I'm dead?

We had had a priest for a little while who called it pagan. But they got rid of him fast enough. The farmers of our mountains kept to their old rituals. It was to make the trees bear and the crops grow, all this. And on this occasion, more than any other, I felt I saw the kind of men and women who could burn witches.

I had always hated the celebration. It had a ghastly aspect to it the roaring flames, the dancing and singing, the peasants going afterwards through the orchards with their torches to the tune of their strange chanting.

In my present frame of mind, it struck terror. I sat by my own little fire, trying to resist the urge to go to the window and look down on the big fire that drew me as strongly as it scared me.

I know, she said,that you and Nicolas are talking of running away.

She listened and then she said,You're such a fighter, my son. You never accept. Not even when it's the fate of all mankind, will you accept it.

She even kissed me. She was frail in her faded dressing gown, and her hair was undone. I couldn't stand to see the streaks of gray in it. She looked starved.

I love you for it, she said.It's all too like you that you should see this in a tiny bedroom in the inn late at night when you're drinking wine. And it's entirely like you to rage against it the way you rage against everything else.

What, until I'm dead?

We had had a priest for a little while who called it pagan. But they got rid of him fast enough. The farmers of our mountains kept to their old rituals. It was to make the trees bear and the crops grow, all this. And on this occasion, more than any other, I felt I saw the kind of men and women who could burn witches.

I'm terrified of dying, she said. Her voice went almost dry.And I swear I will go mad if I don't know you're in Paris and you're free when it finally comes.

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