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What, until I'm dead?

And finally, on the first Sunday night of Lent, she came to me.

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

I was startled. I remembered her stricken expression years ago when they'd brought me back from the Italian troupe. I looked at her for a long moment. She sounded almost angry in her persuasiveness.

Is it on account of my dying, what's come over you? she asked.Tell me if it is. And put your hands in mine.

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.

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.

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.

What, until I'm dead?

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

I won't go, Mother. . .

I can't I said miserably.

I won't go, Mother. . .

And finally, on the first Sunday night of Lent, she came to me.

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.

I can't I said miserably.

But to return to the story, during all this misery I kept away from my mother. I wasn't going to say these monstrous things about death and chaos to her. But she heard from everyone else that I'd lost my reason.

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.

I won't go, Mother. . .

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.

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

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.

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

I was startled. I remembered her stricken expression years ago when they'd brought me back from the Italian troupe. I looked at her for a long moment. She sounded almost angry in her persuasiveness.

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

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