Then, nothing more: as if a veil had covered, making its next empty, devoid of any emotion, as if, whatever I do, nothing more was of importance.
As if it had already crossed the worst. I approach again, up to the verge, then I sit next to it, without a noise.
At the end of a time which seems to me infinitely long, it poses, fearfully, his head against my shoulder. Seeing that I do not stumble, she begins to relax, and ends by fall asleep. I remains stationary, faithful guardian of his anguish and its sentences. I had to finish by m dozing off myself because I wake up in the startle, to the agreement of a creaking sound, later in the forest. The sun is almost lying now; to my sides, the little girl wakes up in its turn.
A little lost, she fixed me, and miracle: a smile, lightweight, almost imperceptible but well present, appears on its face. That is suddenly subjects when she sees the penumbra that begins to slowly if install. - I have to return... whisper-t-it, before another creaking, nearest, sound. Suddenly, a colossus arises from behind a tree, visibly out of him; it reeks of alcohol to km to the Round, and his body of a lumberjack is surmounted of a Scarlet face of anger.
The small, terrified, does not move.
The man, threatening, s approach, hurling insults at half understandable since its mouth rendered pasty by the alcohol. It does not even seem M have noticed, both its disproportionate anger the blind. It grabs the small if fort that his arm emits a creaking; rabies seizes me, and I throw myself on the man, in the single desire to protect the girl.
The colossus is too surprised to make a gesture, and I take this opportunity to strike him the first blow: a blow of head in the coasts. Unfortunately for me, this allows him to resume its spirits, and of a blow of powerful ARM, i meted a violent blow in the belly, followed by a kick who sends me fly against the trunk of a tree.
Hit my head on the wood, and my conscience flickers; everything that I can see before losing knowledge, it is the little girl, weeping, beseeching his father to stop. When I wake up, more no trace, nor of the small nor of the Father. My body hurts me; I sit and wait.
Since a week, I expect. The girl is still not returned. I am beginning to lose hope when its small head blond appears from behind a tree. She hesitate a moment, then empties to my neck, me, tightening fort.