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CHILDREN OF LIGHT
Lucy English
Fourth Estate
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Copyright © Lucy English 1999
First published in Great Britain in 1999 by Fourth Estate Limited
Extracts from ‘Magali’ are from Memoirs of Mistral by Jean Roussière.
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Version: 2016-01-07
FOR MY PARENTS
BECAUSE THEY
INTRODUCED ME TO PROVENCE
Contents
A bus stopped in a village in the south of France and a woman with grey hair descended. She wore walking boots and tough, practical clothes. She hauled a large rucksack on to her shoulders, but she was out of season. The village was shut like a mussel on a rock. She didn’t walk away but watched the nearly empty minibus drive out of the village and back down the hill. The village looked over a valley to another, almost identical village, whose houses clung to the sides, which rose to a church tower. All around were steep wooded hills of dark green pine. A white tumble of clouds fell out of the whiter sky and hung in the valley like a lost baby. A sudden squall of wind and a flash of rain, the mother sky wailed with grief, then it fell too and the whole valley became a swirling mist of wet cloud. It was March.
Wednesday
