“Look!”saidLotustoNatalie“Don’tthewomenacrossthestreetlooklikeAngelidelle?”
“Whyyes!It’sthem”repliedNatalie.Theywaitedforthelighttoge.Thewaitseemedinterminable,asifitwereayearlong.Whenfinallythegreenlightcameon,theyranacrossthestreetandhuggedAngelidellewarmly.
“Irememberthefourofusagreedtoebaundaneworldtogether.Nowwearehereandallreunitedagain.Thedreamisnotanillusion.It’sreal.Let’sallgoandlookforourhomeinthedreams.”Withthatallfourofthemwalkedtowardstheke.Theywalkedfromshadetosunshine,fromsunshioshade.Fourbeautifulfigureswalkedamidstlightandshadedrawingadmiringgncesfromdriversariansalike.Theywalkedalongastrangeafamiliarpath,liketheoheirdreams.Itwasthepathbae.
Dimitriyonhisloungechairatitsusualpcebythehighwalltoshelterhimfromthewind.Hisdipidateddarkbrownjacketcoveredhisstomadhefeltsnugandfortableuhewarmwintersun.Buthisheartwasnotatease,alwaysuhepremonitionthatsomethingbadeniedtogobacktohisKingdomofDreamsandrescuethosestillstrahereatthepace,aswelshisnumeroussubjects.Butunfortunatelyretlyhewasbesetagainwithhisperiodinia.Sleepwaslight,resemblingapieceofpapereasilypiercedthrough.Heseemedtobeabletohearhimselfsn.Hisbodywasasleepbuthismindwasawakeandgoingoffintowildflightsoffancy,fulloffantasticideas.Hefeltasifinatrance,seeminglyasleepbutactuallyawake,uoreallyfallintodeepslumber.Howhelongedforhisformercarefreenomadlife.Atthattimewheneveraboutofinsomniaattackedhim,hewouldjustroamwhereverhefeltlikewithhiscart.Hewouldchatwiththeprostitutesatstreeters,searchthegarbagesfoodtofillhisstomadreusableitemshecoulduseorsellforpettycash.Bydawnhewouldbetiredafterawholenight’swanderingandwouldlookforaersomewheretojustliedownonthegroundandgotosleep.Brightnoonsunlightandnoisytraffiotaffecthimatall.Butnowthingsweredifferent.Hebecameblindandwasnolongerabletolivethenomadlifehewasusedto.Also,hehadtoshouldertheheavyresponsibilityofmakingasuccessofthebakerytoehelivelihoodofalotofpeople.Therefore,hislifehadturandstructured,waingacctoschedule.Henolongerhadtheluxuryofdoingwhateverhelikedwheneverhewaoonhisownwhim.Morefrustratingthanthatwas,atthiscriticaltimewhenhisKingdomwasfacedwithalife-ahstruggle,hecouldnotmovefreelybetweendreamaybecauseofhisinsomnia,whichhadbeenbadgeringhimofte.Hewasreallyinturmoil.WhiteFairyhadnotetohimforquitesometimeandhedidnotknoashappeningintheKingdom.Justashewasembroiledinhisinsomnia,uoextricatehimself,heheardcheeringandgingfromthestorefront.Rapidfootstepscametowardshimg,“Dimitri!Dimitri!equickly!Lookwho’shere!”
WhenDimitriwalkedintotheworkshop,fouryoungwomencameovertohughim.Thoughtheydidnotintroducethemselvesbyname,Dimitriwasablethem.Thatsoft,satin-likeskinthatemauralfloralstcouldous.Thatmildandmysterirancebelooelle,whohadonceedupDimitri’swoundwithherhandkerchief.Hestillrememberedthatstwithfohatromantidslightlyicpoetess,aseasilyshatteredasdelicateandbrittlegsswarecouldonlybeAngelica.Thattall,well-proportioned,light-footedballerinawasNatalie.DimitriaskedthefourmostretarrivalsfromhisKingdomtobeseatedaiohemiaibouttherethappenings.
“Howeyouareheresoquickly”heasked“withouttheslightestwarning?”
“GiantMountainhasbeentakehebarbariantribesledbyCyclops.”
“Ourwarriorshavesufferedhugelosses.”
“Theirambitioseemtostophere.Theyseemtetourpaext.”
“Theonlythingstheyareafraidofareyicswordandbowandarrowstoredatthepace.Otherwisetheywouldhaveattackedlongbeforethis.”
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