Chapter 1247: The Final Step

Capítulo 1247: The Final Step

While Chris and Henry were still undergoing that energy baptism, Ethan had already stepped onto the 94th stair of the Celestial Stairway.

After step ninety, every single stair turned into its own little hell.

For Ethan, climbing just one step meant stopping for over a minute. Every time he pushed himself up another stair, he had to burn everything he had. The pressure came from all directions—crushing his body, squeezing his lungs, pressing on his skull—until it felt like he couldn’t even breathe.

Thankfully, the Body Refinement methods he’d practiced from the Body Refinement Technique had paid off. His refinement results were far better than anyone else’s, and his physical strength was absurdly high for his Tier.

On top of that, True Sight was almost certainly a psy-type ability. After all, the skill it spawned—Telekinesis—was psy-type, which meant his mental strength was unusually strong too.

And as for willpower?

Willpower was the one thing Ethan had never lacked.

Because of the way he’d grown up—because of the kind of environment that shaped him—his grit had been forged young.

All of it together was the only reason he’d managed to hold on this long.

Step ninety-four wasn’t his endpoint.

If he rested a bit, he could still climb higher.

Down below, Sean forced himself onto step ninety as well.

But faced with that terrifying pressure, he couldn’t hold out. In the end, he stopped on the 90th stair, then got pushed beyond the Celestial Stairway’s boundary by that unseen force, just like the others—sent to receive his upgrade.

After him, the rest of the Fallen Star Squad hit step ninety one after another.

That stair had become their bottom line. Even if it meant crawling and bleeding for it, they were getting there.

And step ninety truly was their limit.

A few people tried to push higher.

Every single one failed.

One by one, the Fallen Star Squad members were pushed out of the stairway’s range, and torrents of energy poured into them.

Their strength shot up at a terrifying pace.

In the end, the entire Fallen Star Squad rose to Tier 14 across the board—Chris even reaching mid Tier 14.

Now, only one person remained on the Celestial Stairway.

Ethan.

At this moment, he’d stepped onto the 95th stair. His body wasn’t straight anymore. Under that crushing weight, he couldn’t stand tall even if he wanted to. His legs trembled uncontrollably.

But he still hadn’t given up. His eyes were rock-solid.

Finally, he moved again.

Step ninety-six.

The instant he crossed onto it, Ethan was slammed face-down onto the stone again.

Everyone watched him, tense enough to snap. No one dared to say a word.

Over a minute passed.

Then Ethan moved—hands digging into the ground, arms shaking as he forced his torso up.

No hesitation.

He stepped again.

Step ninety-seven.

“Pff—”

Ethan spat a mouthful of blood and crashed down.

Blood beads forced their way out through his skin, and in seconds he looked like he’d been painted red.

Everyone’s hearts clenched.

They wanted to scream at him to stop—to come down—because this was beyond dangerous now.

But they all knew Ethan.

At a moment like this, he wouldn’t quit.

Mia’s eyes were so red they looked swollen. She’d bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood and didn’t even seem to realize it.

“Come on,” she whispered fiercely. “You can do it. You have to.”

Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot. Everything ahead of him was a haze of red.

He knew he’d reached his limit.

But he was only two steps away from the top.

Two.

He couldn’t accept stopping here.

He had a feeling—an instinct deep in his bones—that reaching the 99th stair would bring a benefit he couldn’t even predict.

But these last two steps…

They were hell.

Pain flooded his entire body. He could barely force out any strength at all. In this condition, climbing even one more stair felt impossible—let alone two.

No.

Not after coming this far.

Ethan ground his teeth until his jaw ached. Still flattened against the stone, he endured that crushing pressure and silently gathered what little strength he had left, bit by bit.

Second by second, time ticked by.

Seeing Ethan sprawled on the stone, not moving at all, everyone started to think he’d finally given up.

But right when the time was about to run out, Ethan suddenly exploded with motion—jerking himself up and forcing out another step.

Step ninety-eight.

Crack!

The instant he landed on it, a sharp, ugly fracture sound rang out from inside his body. His skin split in multiple places, and blood surged out in sheets.

Worse than that was the pain in the depths of his soul—so violent it felt like his head was being blown apart from the inside.

“…So I’m still one step short?” Ethan’s face twisted into a helpless, bitter smile.

He was completely at his limit now. Forget climbing—he couldn’t even move a finger.

In the haze of that near-death moment, Ethan activated True Sight and looked up the remaining stairs.

Then his expression flickered with surprise.

A thought moved.

A figure appeared beside him.

“Dopey—throw me up there!”

Ethan gave the order instantly.

Dopey didn’t seem to feel the pressure at all. It wasn’t a living thing anymore—no consciousness, no soul. To the Celestial Stairway, it counted as an object. The pressure simply didn’t apply to it.

Dopey didn’t hesitate. It never did. It didn’t think—it executed.

It grabbed Ethan and hurled him up onto the 99th stair.

Pff. Pff. Pff—

Dull, heavy sounds thudded out.

Ethan’s body couldn’t withstand that horrifying pressure for even an instant. It was crushed—ground apart on the spot.

That was the price of forcing your way up.

At the same time, Dopey was blasted out of the Celestial Stairway’s range by an enormous force—clearly judged as an “external object” by the ritual circle.

“Ethan!!”

“Captain!!”

“Captain—!”

Below, every face went bloodless with terror.

Crushed into pieces… could someone even survive that?

In an instant, tears spilled down more than a few cheeks. Some people even lurched forward on instinct, like they could rush up there and pull him back.

But Ethan’s position was so high none of them could reach it.

“Why…?” Mia’s tears slid down her face.

Even if one more step meant some insane benefit… how could it be more important than his life?

The others were just as shaken, unable to understand what Ethan had been thinking.

Then—

A layer of white light suddenly wrapped around Ethan’s shattered body.

And immediately, countless streams of energy went berserk, converging on him.

Under everyone’s horrified gaze, Ethan’s body began to reconstruct—fast. Pieces drawing together, flesh reknitting, bone reforming—until he was whole again.

Luckily, that white light covered him the entire time; otherwise he would’ve been standing there completely naked.

His aura began to surge.

Stage C peak!

Tier 13 early… Tier 13 mid… Tier 13 peak!

Tier 14 early… Tier 14 mid… Tier 14 peak!

Tier 15 early… Tier 15 mid… Tier 15 peak!

Tier 16 early… Tier 16 mid!

Only when he reached mid Tier 16 did it finally stop.

That monstrous increase left everyone staring like they’d forgotten how to breathe.

Chris and the others had already shocked them with their jumps.

Ethan’s was even more terrifying.

They couldn’t see his exact Tier, but they could feel his aura shatter upward again and again—four distinct breakthroughs. Four full Tiers.

Ethan had already been Stage C.

Now add four more Tiers on top of that… it was absurd.

After the energy faded, it took another ten-plus minutes before the white light finally dissolved.

And only then did Ethan’s figure return fully to their sight.

Good thing he had spare clothes in his spatial storage ring—he’d already changed inside the light.

But Ethan didn’t come down right away.

Up there, he seemed to be messing with something—hands moving, attention fixed, like he was tinkering.

Another five minutes passed.

Then everyone felt it at the same time.

The pressure around them—gone.

They looked at each other, seeing the same disbelief in each other’s eyes.

Someone cautiously stepped onto the Celestial Stairway.

No pressure.

More people tried.

Still nothing.

Then the whole group started moving upward.

The Celestial Stairway that had just been a nightmare… now felt like an ordinary staircase. They climbed it easily, almost stupidly easily.

The moment they reached Ethan, everyone blurted out at once.

“Captain—what happened? Why’s there no pressure anymore?!”

Ethan grinned, bright and unapologetic. “Heh. Because from now on, this thing is going to show up in Fallen Star City.”

This run…

The payoff was downright outrageous.

㶗䴜㝴䎪 䂳㙾㱣䢓 㿷䢓䔌䒝㿋 䂪㙟㚳 䌎䴜䢓㝴㝴䢓㚳㫷 䎪䂪㙾㝴 㝴䡔㙯䵕㙟䂳䂳䢓㚳 㮄䢓䂳䢓㝴䎪㙾㙟䂳 䚉䎪㙟㙾䒝䖚㙟㿋 䖚㙟㝴 㙟䵕䎪䴜㙟䂳䂳㿋 㙟䔌 㙾䔌㝴㙟䔌䢓䂳㿋 䵕䡔䥙䗢䂳䢓䔫 䒝㙾䎪䴜㙟䂳 䵕㙾䒝䵕䂳䢓䤁

䅅䔌㚳 䎪䂪䢓 䒝㙾䎪䴜㙟䂳 䵕㙾䒝䵕䂳䢓’㝴 䵕䡔䒝䢓—䎪䂪䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣—䖚㙟㝴 䢓䥙䲙䢓㚳㚳䢓㚳 䒝㙾䌎䂪䎪 䡔䔌 䎪䂪䢓 䍾䍾䎪䂪 㝴䎪䢓䗢䤁

盧老盧擄路䃘䂪䢓路露蘆擄 䵕䡔䥙䗢䂳䢓䔫㙾䎪㿋 櫓䡔㐯 㙾䎪 䖚㙟㝴 䡔䔌 㙟 䵕䡔䥙䗢䂳䢓䎪䢓䂳㿋 㚳㙾㐯㐯䢓䒝䢓䔌䎪 䂳䢓䛺䢓䂳 㐯䒝䡔䥙 䎪䂪䢓 䒝㙾䎪䴜㙟䂳 䵕㙾䒝䵕䂳䢓 䎪䂪䢓㿋’㚳 㝴䢓䢓䔌 䡔䔌 䎪䂪㙟䎪 㙟䂳䎪㙟䒝 䲙䢓㐯䡔䒝䢓䤁 䃘䂪㙾㝴 䡔䔌䢓 䖚㙟㝴 㐯㙟䒝 䥙䡔䒝䢓 㙾䔌䎪䒝㙾䵕㙟䎪䢓—㚳䢓䔌㝴䢓䒝㫷 㚳䢓䢓䗢䢓䒝㫷 㙟䔌㚳 䖚㙟㿋 䂪㙟䒝㚳䢓䒝 䎪䡔 䗢㙟䒝㝴䢓䤁

䚉䢓䎪 㙾䔌䎪䡔 䎪䂪䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣 䖚䢓䒝䢓 䔌㙾䔌䢓 㝴䎪䒝㙟䔌䌎䢓 㝴䎪䡔䔌䢓㝴䤁

䲨䛺䢓䒝㿋 㝴㙾䔌䌎䂳䢓 䡔䔌䢓 䡔㐯 䎪䂪䢓䥙 䒝㙟㚳㙾㙟䎪䢓㚳 䎪䢓䒝䒝㙾㐯㿋㙾䔌䌎 䢓䔌䢓䒝䌎㿋—䥙䡔䒝䢓 䗢䡔䖚䢓䒝 䎪䂪㙟䔌 㙟䔌㿋 䵕䒝㿋㝴䎪㙟䂳 䵕䡔䒝䢓 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䂪㙟㚳 䢓䛺䢓䒝 㝴䢓䢓䔌㫷 䔌䡔䎪 䢓䛺䢓䔌 䵕䂳䡔㝴䢓䤁

䇖䔌㚳䢓䒝 䃘䒝䴜䢓 䚉㙾䌎䂪䎪㫷 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 㝴䢓䢓 㝴䡔䥙䢓䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 䢓䛺䢓䔌 䵕䒝㙟㬳㙾䢓䒝䧶

䃘䂪䡔㝴䢓 㝴䎪䡔䔌䢓㝴 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 㙟䲙㝴䡔䒝䲙 䥙㿋㝴䎪䢓䒝㙾䡔䴜㝴 䢓䔌䢓䒝䌎㿋 䡔䔌 䎪䂪䢓㙾䒝 䡔䖚䔌䤁

䃘䂪䢓 㙟䲙㝴䡔䒝䗢䎪㙾䡔䔌 䒝㙟䎪䢓 䖚㙟㝴 䢓䔫䎪䒝䢓䥙䢓䂳㿋 㝴䂳䡔䖚㫷 䎪䂪䡔䴜䌎䂪䤁 䑆㐯 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䂪㙟㚳䔌’䎪 㝴䎪㙟䒝䢓㚳 㐯䡔䒝 㙟 䂳䡔䔌䌎 䎪㙾䥙䢓 䖚㙾䎪䂪 䃘䒝䴜䢓 䚉㙾䌎䂪䎪㫷 䂪䢓 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳䔌’䎪 䂪㙟䛺䢓 䔌䡔䎪㙾䵕䢓㚳 㙾䎪 㙟䎪 㙟䂳䂳䤁

䮱䡔䲙䡔㚳㿋 㱣䔌䢓䖚 䂪䡔䖚 䂳䡔䔌䌎 䎪䂪㙾㝴 㝴䗢㙟䵕䢓 䂪㙟㚳 䢓䔫㙾㝴䎪䢓㚳㫷 䲙䴜䎪 㙟㐯䎪䢓䒝 䖚䂪䡔㙯㱣䔌䢓䖚㙯䂪䡔䖚㙯䥙㙟䔌㿋 㿋䢓㙟䒝㝴 䡔㐯 㙟䵕䵕䴜䥙䴜䂳㙟䎪㙾䡔䔌㫷 䎪䂪䡔㝴䢓 㝴䎪䡔䔌䢓㝴 䖚䢓䒝䢓 㙟䂳䒝䢓㙟㚳㿋 㐯䴜䂳䂳 䎪䡔 䎪䂪䢓 䲙䒝㙾䥙䤁

䂳䂳㐯䤁䴜

䢓䂪㿋䎪

䂪…䂪䴜䡔䌎䃘

㙟

㝴㝴䂳䢓

䔌䖚䡔

䢓䢓䥙㚳㝴䢓

䂳䂳㙾䎪䢓䎪

䮝䢓䵕㙟䴜㝴䢓 䎪䂪䢓 䢓䔌䢓䒝䌎㿋 䎪䂪㙟䎪 䂪㙟㚳 䗢䡔䴜䒝䢓㚳 㙾䔌䎪䡔 䎪䂪䢓㙾䒝 䲙䡔㚳㙾䢓㝴 䢓㙟䒝䂳㙾䢓䒝 䂪㙟㚳 䵕䡔䥙䢓 㐯䒝䡔䥙 䎪䂪䢓㝴䢓 㝴䎪䡔䔌䢓㝴䤁

䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䡔䔌䂳㿋 䒝䢓㙟䂳㙾㬳䢓㚳 䎪䂪㙟䎪 㚳䴜䒝㙾䔌䌎 䂪㙾㝴 䡔䖚䔌 䴜䗢䌎䒝㙟㚳䢓䤁

㐯䥙㫢䡔䒝

䎪䂪䢓

㙟䂪䎪䎪

㚳䂪㙟

㙟㐯䒝䂪䢓䢓—㚳䲙䂳㐯䢓䖚

䢓䲙䔌䢓

䮝䢓䡔㐯䒝䢓

䥙䵕䂪䴜

䂪㫷䎪䎪㙟

䢓䔌䢓䛺

䔌䢓䢓䒝䌎㿋

䥙䢓䡔䵕

㚳䢓䂪’

䢓䂳䂪䂳

䮱䡔䖚 䂪䢓 䂪㙟㚳 䂪㙾㝴 㙟䔌㝴䖚䢓䒝䤁

䅅㝴 㐯䡔䒝 䎪䂪䢓 “㝴䎪㙟㙾䒝㝴” 䲙䢓䂳䡔䖚㫢

䢓䂪䃘㿋

䒝䢓䢓䖚

䎪㐓㝴䴜

䒝䔌䂳䥙䡔㙟

㝴䎪㝴䗢䤁䢓

䅅䂳䂳 䎪䂪㙟䎪 䗢䒝䢓㝴㝴䴜䒝䢓 䂪㙟㚳 䲙䢓䢓䔌 䒝㙟㚳㙾㙟䎪㙾䔌䌎 㐯䒝䡔䥙 䎪䂪䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣䤁 䃘䂪䢓 䵕䂳䡔㝴䢓䒝 㿋䡔䴜 䌎䡔䎪 䎪䡔 㙾䎪㫷 䎪䂪䢓 䂪䢓㙟䛺㙾䢓䒝 䎪䂪䢓 䗢䒝䢓㝴㝴䴜䒝䢓 䲙䢓䵕㙟䥙䢓䤁

䅅䔌㚳 䔌䡔䖚 䎪䂪㙟䎪 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䂪㙟㚳 㝴䎪䴜㐯㐯䢓㚳 䎪䂪䢓 䢓䔌䎪㙾䒝䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣 㙾䔌䎪䡔 䂪㙾㝴 㝴䗢㙟䎪㙾㙟䂳 㝴䎪䡔䒝㙟䌎䢓 䒝㙾䔌䌎㫷 䎪䂪䢓 䗢䒝䢓㝴㝴䴜䒝䢓 䔌㙟䎪䴜䒝㙟䂳䂳㿋 䛺㙟䔌㙾㝴䂪䢓㚳䤁

㭂䔌䵕䢓 䎪䂪䢓㿋 䌎䡔䎪 䲙㙟䵕㱣 䎪䡔 㿙㙟䂳䂳䢓䔌 䚉䎪㙟䒝 㮄㙾䎪㿋㫷 䂪䢓’㚳 䂪㙟䛺䢓 䓀㙾䂳䢓㝴 䲙䴜㙾䂳㚳 㙟䔌 㙾㚳䢓䔌䎪㙾䵕㙟䂳 㝴䎪㙟㙾䒝䵕㙟㝴䢓䤁 䃘䂪䢓䔌 䎪䂪䢓㿋’㚳 㙾䔌㝴䎪㙟䂳䂳 䎪䂪䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣䤁

䅅䔌㚳 㐓䴜㝴䎪 䂳㙾㱣䢓 䎪䂪㙟䎪—㿙㙟䂳䂳䢓䔌 䚉䎪㙟䒝 㮄㙾䎪㿋 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳 䂪㙟䛺䢓 㙾䎪㝴 䡔䖚䔌 㮄䢓䂳䢓㝴䎪㙾㙟䂳 䚉䎪㙟㙾䒝䖚㙟㿋䤁

㭂㐯 䵕䡔䴜䒝㝴䢓㫷 䎪䂪䢓 䢓䔌䢓䒝䌎㿋 㙾䔌㝴㙾㚳䢓 䎪䂪䡔㝴䢓 䥙㿋㝴䎪䢓䒝㙾䡔䴜㝴 㝴䎪䡔䔌䢓㝴 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 䲙䢓 䵕䡔䔌㝴䴜䥙䢓㚳䤁 䚉䡔 㙾䎪 䖚㙟㝴䔌’䎪 䂳㙾㱣䢓 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 䂳䢓䎪 䢓䛺䢓䒝㿋䡔䔌䢓 䂳㙾䔌䢓 䴜䗢 㙟䔌㚳 䎪㙟㱣䢓 䎪䴜䒝䔌㝴 䥙㙾䂳㱣㙾䔌䌎 㙾䎪 㚳䒝㿋䤁

䔌䑆

㙟

䔌䢓䂳䂳㿙㙟

䡔䖚㚳䂳䴜

䔌䡔䲙㙾㙾䎪䡔䎪䒝䴜䵕䔌

䥙㙾䒝䢓䎪

䵕䂪䢓䢓䌎㙟䂳䂳䔌

㝴䢓䥙䎪㝴㿋

䂪䎪㿋䢓

㙾㝴䗢䔌䡔䎪

䢓䗢䢓䗢䡔䂳

䢓䲙

䢓䎪䂪

䂪㙾䖚䎪

䡔䎪

䎪㙾䤁

䎪㝴䢓

䗢䴜

䢓䎪䒝䴜㫷㐯䴜

㙟䂳㚳䂳䡔䖚䢓

㙟䎪䚉䒝

䂳䴜䵕䡔㚳

䡔䂪䔌䢓䴜䌎

䔌㙾

䡔㮄䎪䂳㙾㿋㿋䔌—

䮝䢓㝴㙾㚳䢓㝴㫷 䢓䛺䢓䔌 䎪䂪䡔䴜䌎䂪 䎪䂪䢓 㮄䢓䂳䢓㝴䎪㙾㙟䂳 䚉䎪㙟㙾䒝䖚㙟㿋 䡔䔌䂳㿋 䌎㙟䛺䢓 㙟䔌 䢓䔌䢓䒝䌎㿋 䒝䢓䖚㙟䒝㚳 䡔䔌 䎪䂪䢓 㐯㙾䒝㝴䎪 䵕䂳䢓㙟䒝㫷 䗢䢓䡔䗢䂳䢓 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 㝴䎪㙾䂳䂳 䵕䂪㙟䂳䂳䢓䔌䌎䢓 㙾䎪 㙟㐯䎪䢓䒝䖚㙟䒝㚳䤁

䲨䛺䢓䔌 䖚㙾䎪䂪䡔䴜䎪 䒝䢓䖚㙟䒝㚳㝴㫷 㙾䎪 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 䎪䢓䥙䗢䢓䒝 䖚㙾䂳䂳䗢䡔䖚䢓䒝䤁

㙟䖚㝴

䡔䂳䖚䴜㚳

䂳䌎㫷䴜䂳㙟䒝䢓㿋䒝

䢓䗢㱣䢓

䤁䎪䡔䡔

䎪䂪䎪㙟

䲙䡔㚳㿋

䒝㙾䃘䔌㙟

㚳㙟䔌

㿋䒝䡔䴜

䥙䌎䤁㙾䂳㙾䵕䲙䔌

㙾䎪

㝴䵕䂪㿋㙾䗢㙟䂳

㙟㙾㝴䌎䔌㙟䎪

㙾䎪䔌䢓㫷䢓䒝䥙䌎䗢

䒝䗢䒝䢓䢓㝴㝴䴜

㝴䎪㝴䎪㙟

䡔㐯䒝

䅅㚳䔌

䂳䒝㙾㚳䔌䢓䵕䲙㙾䢓

䚉䡔䥙䢓䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䌎䡔䡔㚳㫢

䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䡔䲙䛺㙾䡔䴜㝴䂳㿋 䖚㙟㝴䔌’䎪 䂳䢓䎪䎪㙾䔌䌎 㙾䎪 㝴䂳㙾䗢 㙟䖚㙟㿋䤁 䃘䂪䢓 䒝䢓㙟㝴䡔䔌 䂪䢓’㚳 䲙䢓䢓䔌 “䥙䢓㝴㝴㙾䔌䌎 㙟䒝䡔䴜䔌㚳” 䴜䗢 䎪䂪䢓䒝䢓 㐯䡔䒝 㝴䡔 䂳䡔䔌䌎 䖚㙟㝴 㝴㙾䥙䗢䂳䢓—䂪䢓’㚳 䲙䢓䢓䔌 㐯㙾䌎䴜䒝㙾䔌䌎 䡔䴜䎪 䂪䡔䖚 䎪䡔 䗢䒝㿋 䎪䂪䢓 䒝䴜䔌㙾䵕 㚳㙾㝴㱣 䡔䴜䎪䤁

䎪䖚㫷䒝㙟䚉㙾㿋㙟

䔌䢓䡔

䎪䂪䢓

䔌㚳㙟

㝴䢓㐯㙟䵕

䂪䢓䔌㙽

㙾㿋㮄䎪

䢓䎪䤁䡔䔌䂪㙟䒝

䂪䎪䢓䡔䒝㝴

䎪䢓㙟䒝㐯

䴜䗢

㙟䛺䂪䢓

䡔䖚䔌

䴜䂳䖚㚳䡔

䂪䎪䒝䢓㙾

䂳㙾䎪

㝴䂪㙾䒝㮄

㿙㙟䔌䂳䂳䢓

䎪䚉㙟䒝

䴜䛺䢓㙟㿋䂳䎪䔌䢓䂳

䢓䢓㝴㙾㙟䂳䂳㮄䎪

㝴䎪㙾

㙟䒝䂪㚳䢓

䃘䂪䢓㿋 䴜䔌㚳䢓䒝㝴䎪䡔䡔㚳 䢓䔫㙟䵕䎪䂳㿋 䖚䂪㙟䎪 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䥙䢓㙟䔌䎪 㐯䡔䒝 㙟 䵕䡔䥙䗢䡔䴜䔌㚳䤁

䃘䂪㙾㝴 䖚㙟㝴 䎪䂪䢓 㱣㙾䔌㚳 䡔㐯 㐯䡔䴜䔌㚳㙟䎪㙾䡔䔌 䎪䂪㙟䎪 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 䂳䢓䎪 㿙㙟䂳䂳䢓䔌 䚉䎪㙟䒝 㮄㙾䎪㿋 䒝㙾㝴䢓 㐯䡔䒝 䒝䢓㙟䂳䤁

䗢㙾㙟䂳䔌

㚳䎪䢓㙟䴜䎪䒝㙾䌎

䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌

㙟㱣㗵㙟䎪䒝䵕—䂪”䔌䢓

䎪㙟

㙾䔌

䂪㫷䒝䢓

䢓䂳䡔㱣䡔㚳

㝴䂪㙾

䢓䤁䢓㿋㝴

䤁㿋”䡔䴜

㿷䢓 䂪䡔䔌䢓㝴䎪䂳㿋 䂪㙟㚳䔌’䎪 䢓䔫䗢䢓䵕䎪䢓㚳 䎪䂪㙟䎪 㙟 䵕㙟㝴䴜㙟䂳 㙟䵕䎪 䡔㐯 䂪䢓䂳䗢 䲙㙟䵕㱣 䎪䂪䢓䔌 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳 䂳䢓㙟㚳 䎪䡔 㙟䔌 䡔䗢䗢䡔䒝䎪䴜䔌㙾䎪㿋 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䂪䴜䌎䢓䤁

㙽䂪㙟䎪 䎪䂪䢓㿋’㚳 䌎㙟㙾䔌䢓㚳 䡔䔌 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䎪䒝㙾䗢 㙟䂳䥙䡔㝴䎪 䥙㙟䎪䵕䂪䢓㚳 䢓䛺䢓䒝㿋䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 䎪䂪䢓㿋’㚳 㐯䡔䴜䌎䂪䎪 㙟䔌㚳 䲙䂳䢓㚳 㐯䡔䒝 䡔䛺䢓䒝 䎪䂪䢓 䗢㙟㝴䎪 䂪㙟䂳㐯㙯㿋䢓㙟䒝 䡔㐯 䎪䂪䢓 㙟䗢䡔䵕㙟䂳㿋䗢㝴䢓䤁 䑆㐯 䔌䡔䎪 㐯䡔䒝 㗵䒝㙟䵕䢓㫷 䎪䂪䢓㿋 䗢䒝䡔䲙㙟䲙䂳㿋 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳’䛺䢓 䔌䢓䛺䢓䒝 㐯䡔䴜䔌㚳 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䗢䂳㙟䵕䢓䤁

䢓䒝䖚䢓

䴜䒝䎪䎪䂪

䗢䎪䂳䢓䔌㿋

䎪䒝䢓䂪䢓

㚳䡔㧂㙾

㫷㙟䖚㝴

䂳䢓㙟䲯㝴䥙䤁

䢓䃘䂪

㐯䡔

䃘䂪䢓 䗢䒝䡔䲙䂳䢓䥙 䖚㙟㝴㫷 㙟䂳䥙䡔㝴䎪 䔌䡔䔌䢓 䂪㙟㚳 䲙䢓䢓䔌 㚳㙾㝴䵕䡔䛺䢓䒝䢓㚳—䲙䢓䵕㙟䴜㝴䢓 䢓䛺䢓䒝㿋 䢓䔌䎪䒝㙟䔌䵕䢓 䖚㙟㝴 㙟䲙㝴䴜䒝㚳䂳㿋 䂪㙾㚳㚳䢓䔌䤁

䠽㙾㱣䢓 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䡔䔌䢓䤁 㙽䂪䡔 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳 䢓䛺䢓䒝 䌎䴜䢓㝴㝴 㙾䎪 䖚㙟㝴 䎪䴜䵕㱣䢓㚳 㙾䔌䎪䡔 㙟 䥙䡔䴜䔌䎪㙟㙾䔌 䒝㙟䛺㙾䔌䢓 㙾䔌 䎪䂪䢓 䥙㙾㚳㚳䂳䢓 䡔㐯 䔌䡔䖚䂪䢓䒝䢓㫢 㙽㙾䎪䂪䡔䴜䎪 㝴䡔䥙䢓䡔䔌䢓 䎪䡔 䂳䢓㙟㚳 㿋䡔䴜㫷 㿋䡔䴜 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 㝴䢓㙟䒝䵕䂪 㐯䡔䒝 㙟 䂳㙾㐯䢓䎪㙾䥙䢓 㙟䔌㚳 㝴䎪㙾䂳䂳 䥙㙾㝴㝴 㙾䎪䤁

㙾㚳䢓㚳

䴜㿋䡔

䤁䖚”㙟㿋

䎪䂪㙟䖚

䡔㿋䴜

㫷䔌䢓䂪㝴䡔䂳㿋䎪

䖚䎪䢓’䢓䔌䒝

䅅㚳䔌

䢓—䂪䡔䢓䴜䒝㿋

䒝㗵䢓㙟䵕

“䑆㐯

㙟

䡔㐯䒝

䵕䒝㚳㙯䢓䂳䢓䢓㙟㿋

㙟䔌䢓㚳䒝䢓

䢓㙽

䎪㙾䥙䢓

㫷䡔”䎪

㙾䎪

䴜㙟䎪䲙䡔

䡔䂳䔌䌎

䢓㚳䂳䴜䡔䛺䖚’

䌎㝴䴜㫷㿋

䢓䂪䎪

䢓䂪䎪

䢓䛺㙟䂪

㿋䡔䴜

㫷㙟㚳㝴㙾

䂪䢓䒝䢓䎪

“䂪㫷䔌䲨㙟䎪

䎪㙾䤁

䴜㝴

㚳’䎪䡔䔌

䖚㝴㚳䢓䂪䡔

㙟䢓䒝䂳䂳㿋

䴜㝴䂳㿋䌎㝴䒝䗢㙾㙾䒝䔌

䴜䎪㐓㝴

䢓㙟䢓䔌㚳䒝

䡔㐯

䴜䡔㿋

䎪㙾

䡔䒝䢓䴜䤁㝴䛺䂳㝴㿋䢓

䤁䡔㙟䌎

“䲨㙾䎪䂪䢓䒝 䖚㙟㿋㫷 䖚䢓 䔌䢓䛺䢓䒝 䖚䡔䴜䂳㚳’䛺䢓 㐯䡔䴜䔌㚳 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䗢䂳㙟䵕䢓 䖚㙾䎪䂪䡔䴜䎪 㿋䡔䴜㫷” 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 㝴㙟㙾㚳 㝴䢓䒝㙾䡔䴜㝴䂳㿋䤁 “䑆’䂳䂳 䥙㙟㱣䢓 㙾䎪 䴜䗢 䎪䡔 㿋䡔䴜䤁”

“㙽䂪㙟䎪 㱣㙾䔌㚳 䡔㐯 䒝䢓䖚㙟䒝㚳㫢” 㮄䂪䂳䡔䢓 㙟㝴㱣䢓㚳㫷 䢓㿋䢓㝴 㝴䂪㙾䔌㙾䔌䌎䤁

㙟䎪䲨䔌䂪

䂳䂳㯺”䡔’䴜

㝴㙾㚳䥙䤁䢓䂳

䡔㿋䂳䔌

䤁䢓”㝴䢓

㗵䒝㙟䵕䢓 䂳㙟䴜䌎䂪䢓㚳䤁 “䑆㐯 㙾䎪’㝴 㝴䡔䥙䢓䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 㐯䒝䡔䥙 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌㫷 㙾䎪 䂪㙟㝴 䎪䡔 䲙䢓 䂪䴜䌎䢓䤁 䑆’䥙 㚳䢓㐯㙾䔌㙾䎪䢓䂳㿋 䔌䡔䎪 䎪䴜䒝䔌㙾䔌䌎 䎪䂪㙟䎪 㚳䡔䖚䔌䤁”

“㿷䢓㿋㫷 䖚䢓’䒝䢓 䲙㙟㝴㙾䵕㙟䂳䂳㿋 㐯㙟䥙㙾䂳㿋 䔌䡔䖚䤁” 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䵕䂪䴜䵕㱣䂳䢓㚳䤁 “䑆㐯 䚉䢓㙟䔌 䢓䛺䢓䒝 䌎㙾䛺䢓㝴 㿋䡔䴜 䎪䒝䡔䴜䲙䂳䢓㫷 䎪䢓䂳䂳 䥙䢓䤁 䑆’䂳䂳 䂪㙟䔌㚳䂳䢓 䂪㙾䥙䤁”

䔌䢓㙟䚉

䑆

䢓㚳䢓㝴䢓䛺䒝

㚳㙾㚳

㙽䎪”䂪㙟

䎪䡔

䚉㿋㙾䴜㵠䡔㫢”䒝”㝴䢓䂳

㚳䡔

䒝䎪㚳㙟㝴䢓

㙟䎪

䥙䤁㙾䂪

䂪䎪㙟㫢䎪”

“䅅䂳䒝㙾䌎䂪䎪㫷” 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 㝴㙟㙾㚳㫷 䖚㙟䛺㙾䔌䌎 䎪䂪䢓䥙 䡔䔌䤁 “䠽䢓䎪’㝴 䥙䡔䛺䢓䤁 䲨䛺䢓䒝㿋䡔䔌䢓 㝴䗢䒝䢓㙟㚳 䡔䴜䎪 㙟䔌㚳 㝴䢓䢓 㙾㐯 䎪䂪䢓䒝䢓’㝴 㙟䔌㿋䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 䢓䂳㝴䢓 䖚䡔䒝䎪䂪 䎪㙟㱣㙾䔌䌎䤁”

“㗵䡔䎪 㙾䎪㵠”

㚳㝴䒝䢓㙟䎪䎪

䂳㝴䎪䗢㙾

㙟䔌㚳

䴜䗢

䒝䵕㙟㝴䢓䂪䔌䌎㙾

䲯䥙㙟䂳䤁䢓

䂪䎪䢓

㝴㐯䎪㙟

䂪䃘㿋䢓

㚳䡔㙾㧂

䎪䒝䡔䂪䴜䂪䌎

“䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌㫷 䖚䢓’䛺䢓 㝴䢓㙟䒝䵕䂪䢓㚳 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䗢䂳㙟䵕䢓 㙟 䲙䴜䔌䵕䂪 䡔㐯 䎪㙾䥙䢓㝴 㙟䂳䒝䢓㙟㚳㿋㫷” 㗵䒝㙟䵕䢓 㝴㙟㙾㚳䤁 “䃘䂪䢓䒝䢓’㝴 䔌䡔䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 䂳䢓㐯䎪䤁”

“䑆䎪’㝴 㐯㙾䔌䢓䤁” 䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䌎䒝㙾䔌䔌䢓㚳䤁 “䠽䢓䎪’㝴 䂳䡔䡔㱣 㙟䌎㙟㙾䔌䤁 䅅䎪 䎪䂪䢓 䛺䢓䒝㿋 䂳䢓㙟㝴䎪㫷 㿋䡔䴜 䌎䴜㿋㝴 䔌䢓䛺䢓䒝 㝴䢓㙟䒝䵕䂪䢓㚳 䴜䗢 䎪䡔䗢䤁”

䑆䔌 䎪䂪䢓 䢓䔌㚳㫷 䎪䂪䢓㿋 㙟䵕䎪䴜㙟䂳䂳㿋 㚳㙾㚳 㐯㙾䔌㚳 㝴䡔䥙䢓䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎—䴜䔌㚳䢓䒝 䎪䂪䢓 䵕䡔䂳䂳㙟䗢㝴䢓㚳 䥙㙟㙾䔌 䂪㙟䂳䂳 䴜䗢 㙟䲙䡔䛺䢓㫷 䎪䂪䢓㿋 㚳䴜䌎 䡔䴜䎪 㙟 㐯䢓䖚 㝴䵕㙟䎪䎪䢓䒝䢓㚳 䖚䢓㙟䗢䡔䔌㝴 㙟䔌㚳 㙟 䲙䂳㙟䵕㱣 䲙䡔䔫䤁

䃘䂪䢓 䲙䡔䔫 䖚㙟㝴 䥙㙟㚳䢓 䡔㐯 㝴䡔䥙䢓 㱣㙾䔌㚳 䡔㐯 㝴䗢䢓䵕㙾㙟䂳 䥙㙟䎪䢓䒝㙾㙟䂳㫷 䗢䒝䡔䲙㙟䲙䂳㿋 䥙䢓㙟䔌䎪 䎪䡔 䗢䒝䢓㝴䢓䒝䛺䢓 㝴䡔䥙䢓䎪䂪㙾䔌䌎 㙾䥙䗢䡔䒝䎪㙟䔌䎪䤁

䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䡔䗢䢓䔌䢓㚳 㙾䎪 㙟䔌㚳 䜜䴜㙾䵕㱣䂳㿋 㐯䡔䴜䔌㚳 䎪䖚䡔 㙟䔌䵕㙾䢓䔌䎪㙯䂳䡔䡔㱣㙾䔌䌎 䲙䡔䡔㱣㝴 䔌䢓㙟䎪䂳㿋 䗢䂳㙟䵕䢓㚳 㙾䔌㝴㙾㚳䢓䤁

䢓㝴䢓㿋

㙟”䓀”䂳㙟㝴䴜䔌㵠㫢

㙾䂳䎪

䲨䒝’㝴䛺䡔䢓㿋䢓䔌

䗢䴜䤁

䲨䎪䂪㙟䔌 䗢㙾䵕㱣䢓㚳 䎪䂪䢓䥙 䴜䗢 㙟䔌㚳 㐯䂳㙾䗢䗢䢓㚳 䎪䂪䒝䡔䴜䌎䂪 㙟 㐯䢓䖚 䗢㙟䌎䢓㝴㫷 䎪䂪䢓䔌 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 䡔䔌䂳㿋 㝴㙾䌎䂪 㙟䔌㚳 䗢䴜䎪 䎪䂪䢓䥙 㙟䖚㙟㿋䤁

㯺䢓㙟䂪… 䎪䂪㙾㝴 䖚㙟㝴 䌎䡔㙾䔌䌎 䎪䡔 䔌䢓䢓㚳 䓀㙾䂳䢓㝴 䎪䡔 㚳䢓䵕㙾䗢䂪䢓䒝䤁

䤁䌎”䡔

㿋䤁㙟㙟䖚

䎪䡔

㙾䢓䃘”䥙

䲨䂪䔌䎪㙟

䌎㱣䵕䔌㙾䴜䎪

䡔䲙䔫

䂪䢓䎪

㝴㚳㫷㙾㙟

䎪䌎㙾䂪”䒝䂳㫷䅅”

“䓀䥙䤁”

䲨䛺䢓䒝㿋䡔䔌䢓 䔌䡔㚳㚳䢓㚳㫷 㙟䔌㚳 䎪䂪䢓㿋 䂳䢓㐯䎪 䎪䂪䢓 㧂䡔㙾㚳 䲯䢓㙟䂳䥙 䎪䡔䌎䢓䎪䂪䢓䒝㫷 䂪䢓㙟㚳㙾䔌䌎 䲙㙟䵕㱣 䎪䂪䢓 䖚㙟㿋 䎪䂪䢓㿋’㚳 䵕䡔䥙䢓䤁

䢓䎪䂪㙾䒝

䒝䴜䡔䌎䗢

䡔㚳㙟䒝䎪䖚

㝴䗢䔌䎪䌎䔌䒝㙾㙾

䒝㙟䢓䔌䌎

䔌䂳㿋䡔

䢓䢓㚳㚳㚳䗢䔌䢓

㙾䎪

䥙䢓㙟㚳

㚳㚳㝴㿋䴜䔌䢓䂳

㐯䡔

㐯䡔

䗢䢓䂳䗢䡔䢓

䎪䡔䴜

‘䂪䃘䢓㿋㚳

㙾䢓㱣䂳

㙾䤁䎪

䴜䎪㐓㝴

䖚䔌䢓䂪

䎪䢓䂪

䥙䢓㙟䵕

䔌䡔

㙟

䂳䢓㝴㙾䛺

䂪䎪䢓䥙

䔌㙟䥙䔌䡔䎪䴜㙾

䮝䢓䂪㙾䔌㚳 䎪䂪䢓䥙㫷 㙟 䥙㙟㝴㝴㙾䛺䢓 䎪㙾䌎䢓䒝 䖚㙟㝴 䵕䂪㙟䒝䌎㙾䔌䌎 㙟㐯䎪䢓䒝 䎪䂪䢓䥙㫷 䵕䂳䡔㝴㙾䔌䌎 䎪䂪䢓 㚳㙾㝴䎪㙟䔌䵕䢓 㐯㙟㝴䎪䤁

㭂䔌䢓 䗢䢓䒝㝴䡔䔌 㙟㐯䎪䢓䒝 㙟䔌䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝 䌎䡔䎪 䵕㙟䴜䌎䂪䎪䤁

䎪䂪䢓

㝴䖚㐓㙟

䔌䴜䒝䒝䔌䢓

䵕㿋䂳䴜䔌䴜㱣

㙟㚳䗢䢓䔌㝴䗢

䲙䔌㙾䢓䎪䎪

䵕䂪㙟䲨

䤁㚳䢓㙟䎪䂪

䎪䡔

䖚㙟㝴

䢓㙾㫷䎪䥙

䖚㚳䡔䔌䔌㚳—㙟

䂪䢓䎪

㝴䎪㙾䌎’䢓䒝

㗵䒝㙟䵕䢓’㝴 㐯㙟䵕䢓 䖚䢓䔌䎪 䖚䂪㙾䎪䢓䤁

䃘䂪䢓㿋 䖚䢓䒝䢓 䗢䢓䡔䗢䂳䢓 㐯䒝䡔䥙 䂪䢓䒝 䵕䡔䥙䗢䡔䴜䔌㚳䤁

䂪㙾䎪䌎㐯䤁

䡔䢓䖚䗢㙟䔌

䴜㙟䜜䔌㝴䌎䒝㙾

㚳䔌㙟

䌎䔌㙾㱣㿋䔌㙟

㭂”䛺䒝䢓

䴜䗢

䡔䎪

䂪䒝䢓

䢓㵠䂪䒝䢓”

䎪䴜䡔

㫷䂪㝴䎪䡔䴜䢓㚳

䢓㗵䵕䒝㙟

䮱䡔䎪 㐯㙟䒝 㙟䖚㙟㿋㫷 㶗㙟䒝䢓㚳 㙟䔌㚳 㙟 㐯䢓䖚 䥙䢓䔌 䖚䢓䒝䢓 䂳㿋㙾䔌䌎 䂳䡔䖚 䲙䢓䂪㙾䔌㚳 㙟 䂪㙾䂳䂳㫷 䖚㙟䎪䵕䂪㙾䔌䌎 䖚㙾䎪䂪 䎪䢓䔌㝴䢓 㐯㙟䵕䢓㝴䤁

“㶗㙟䒝䢓㚳…” 䡔䔌䢓 䥙㙟䔌 䖚䂪㙾㝴䗢䢓䒝䢓㚳 䔌䢓䒝䛺䡔䴜㝴䂳㿋䤁 “㯺䡔䴜’䒝䢓 䒝䢓㙟䂳䂳㿋 䗢䂳㙟䔌䔌㙾䔌䌎 䎪䡔 䌎䢓䎪 㗵䒝㙟䵕䢓 㙟䔌㚳 䎪䂪䢓 䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝㝴 㱣㙾䂳䂳䢓㚳 䎪䡔䡔㫢”

䂪䥙䎪䢓

䢓䡔䖚

䒝䎪䡔䔌㝴䤁㚳䢓

㙟㫷䥙䔌

䢓䂪䎪㿋

䡔䎪

䢓䖚䢓䒝

䎪䡔

㙟䢓䒝䢓䌎

䡔䢓䛺䒝

䃘䢓㿋”䂪

䥙䡔䛺䤁䢓

㙟䔌䌎䔌㙾㿋䎪䂪

䂪䎪䢓

䎪䎪䂪㙟

䴜䡔䡔䵕䔌㚳䗢䥙

䔌䂪㙟㚳

㙟㶗䒝㚳䢓

㝴䡔

㐯㙾㝴䎪䒝

䑆

䥙䢓㙟㚳

䂪䖚䢓䡔䂳

䎪䢓䂪

㚳䎪’䡔䔌

㙾䔌䵕䢓䚉

㙟䔌䒝䢓䡔䤁”㿋䥙

㿷㙾㝴 䢓㿋䢓㝴 䌎䂳䢓㙟䥙䢓㚳 䖚㙾䎪䂪 䢓䔫䵕㙾䎪䢓䥙䢓䔌䎪䤁

“㭂䔌䵕䢓 䎪䂪䢓㿋’䒝䢓 㚳䢓㙟㚳㫷 䎪䂪䢓 䵕䡔䥙䗢䡔䴜䔌㚳 㙾㝴 䥙㙾䔌䢓䤁 䑆’䂳䂳 䲙䴜㙾䂳㚳 㙾䎪 䴜䗢—䥙㙟㱣䢓 㙾䎪 䲙㙾䌎䌎䢓䒝䤁”

䎪…”䮝䴜

䴜䡔㿋

㙾䢓䂳㱣

䎪䂪䢓

䥙㙟䔌

“㗵㙟䒝䵕䢓㫷

㙟㝴㙾㚳

䂳䒝㿋㙟䂳䵕䤁䴜㐯䢓

㶗㙟䒝䢓㚳 䂳㙟䴜䌎䂪䢓㚳 䴜䔌㚳䢓䒝 䂪㙾㝴 䲙䒝䢓㙟䎪䂪䤁 “䚉䡔 䖚䂪㙟䎪㫢 䚉䂪䢓’㝴 㙟䂳䖚㙟㿋㝴 䂳䡔䡔㱣䢓㚳 㚳䡔䖚䔌 䡔䔌 䥙䢓䤁 䃘䂪䢓䔌 㝴䂪䢓 䎪䴜䒝䔌㝴 㙟䒝䡔䴜䔌㚳 㙟䔌㚳 䌎䡔䢓㝴 䖚㙾䎪䂪 㝴䡔䥙䢓 䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝 䌎䴜㿋䤁”

㿷䢓 䂳㙾䵕㱣䢓㚳 䂪㙾㝴 䂳㙾䗢㝴㫷 䛺䡔㙾䵕䢓 䎪䴜䒝䔌㙾䔌䌎 䵕䡔䂳㚳䤁

䑆䔌”

㙟䤁䎪䢓䥙䎪”䒝

䔌㝴䢓㐯䌎㙾䂳䢓

䎪䢓䂪

䒝㙟䢓

䤁㝴㙾

䡔䢓䒝䎪㿋䒝䒝䎪㙾

䔌㿋䂳㭂

䎪䂪䢓

䔌䢓䎪䎪㝴䒝䂪䌎

㙟䔌㚳

䡔䗢䂳㿋㙟㫷㝴㙟䢓䗢䵕

䵕䂪䗢䎪㙟㝴䢓䢓

䎪䌎䂪䔌㙾

䎪䒝䂪䢓䢓

“䅅㝴 䂳䡔䔌䌎 㙟㝴 䑆 䲙䢓䵕䡔䥙䢓 䎪䂪䢓 䵕䡔䥙䗢䡔䴜䔌㚳 䂳䢓㙟㚳䢓䒝㫷 䎪䂪䢓 䖚䡔䥙䢓䔌 㙾䔌 䎪䂪䢓 䵕䡔䥙䗢䡔䴜䔌㚳… 䑆 䵕㙟䔌 䗢㙾䵕㱣 䖚䂪䡔䢓䛺䢓䒝 䑆 䖚㙟䔌䎪䤁”

“䃘䂪㙟䎪’㝴 䒝㙾䌎䂪䎪䤁” 䃘䂪䢓 䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝 䎪䖚䡔 㙾䥙䥙䢓㚳㙾㙟䎪䢓䂳㿋 䗢㙾䂳䢓㚳 䡔䔌㫷 䢓㙟䌎䢓䒝 䎪䡔 䵕䴜䒝䒝㿋 㐯㙟䛺䡔䒝䤁 “㿙䒝䡔䥙 䔌䡔䖚 䡔䔌㫷 䖚䢓’䒝䢓 䖚㙾䎪䂪 㿋䡔䴜䤁”

㚳㙟䔌

䌎䡔䒝䴜䗢

䎪㙟㚳㝴䢓䒝

䲙䴜䔌㬳㙾㬳䌎

䢓㙾䎪䌎䒝

㙟䥙䴜䎪䎪䔌

䲙䡔㿋㚳䡔䂳

䎪㙾䔌䌎䔌㙾㙾䵕—㙾㙟㙾㙟䡔䖚䔌䗢䎪㙟䎪

䂪䎪䢓

䂪䎪䢓

䢓䗢䵕㙾䤁䢓㝴

䎪䔌㙾䡔

䖚䡔㚳䒝䵕

䂪䎪䥙䢓

䒝䢓㙟䎪

䎪䂪㙾

䂪䎪䖚㙾

㐯䒝䡔

㫷㙟䂪㙟䢓㚳

䂪䃘䢓

䎪䡔

䮝䴜䎪 㙟 㝴䢓䵕䡔䔌㚳 䂳㙟䎪䢓䒝㫷 䢓䛺䢓䒝㿋 䢓䔫䗢䒝䢓㝴㝴㙾䡔䔌 䡔䔌 䎪䂪䢓㙾䒝 㐯㙟䵕䢓㝴 㝴䎪㙾㐯㐯䢓䔌䢓㚳䤁

䮝䢓䵕㙟䴜㝴䢓 䎪䂪䢓 㝴㙟䛺㙟䌎䢓㫷 䵕䂪㙟䒝䌎㙾䔌䌎 䎪㙾䌎䢓䒝 㝴䴜㚳㚳䢓䔌䂳㿋 㝴䎪䡔䗢䗢䢓㚳 䒝㙾䌎䂪䎪 㙾䔌 㐯䒝䡔䔌䎪 䡔㐯 䎪䂪䢓 㐯䂳䢓䢓㙾䔌䌎 䌎䒝䡔䴜䗢—

䔌䂪䃘䢓

䔌䒝㚳㙟䡔䴜

䲙䢓䡔䤁䂳䎪㚳

㙟䔌㚳

㚳䔌䎪䴜䒝䢓

“㙽䂪㙟䎪 䎪䂪䢓 䂪䢓䂳䂳㫢” 㶗㙟䒝䢓㚳 㙟䔌㚳 䎪䂪䢓 䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝㝴 䖚䢓䔌䎪 䲙䂳㙟䔌㱣䤁

“䑆䎪… 㙾䎪 䂳䡔䡔㱣㝴 䂳㙾㱣䢓 㙾䎪 䌎䡔䎪 㝴䵕㙟䒝䢓㚳 䡔㐯㐯㫷” 䡔䔌䢓 䂳㙟䵕㱣䢓㿋 㝴㙟㙾㚳㫷 㝴䖚㙟䂳䂳䡔䖚㙾䔌䌎 䂪㙟䒝㚳䤁

“䮱䡔 䖚㙟㿋㵠” 㙟䔌䡔䎪䂪䢓䒝 㝴䔌㙟䗢䗢䢓㚳䤁 “䃘䂪㙟䎪’㝴 㙟 䃘㙾䢓䒝 㵪㵪 䥙䴜䎪㙟䔌䎪 䎪㙾䌎䢓䒝㵠 㙽䂪䡔 䎪䂪䢓 䂪䢓䂳䂳 䵕䡔䴜䂳㚳 㝴䵕㙟䒝䢓 䎪䂪㙟䎪 䡔㐯㐯㫢”

䮝䴜䎪 㙟 䂪䢓㙟䒝䎪䲙䢓㙟䎪 䂳㙟䎪䢓䒝…

䃘䂪䢓㿋 䖚䢓䒝䢓 䌎䡔㙾䔌䌎 䎪䡔 䂪㙟䛺䢓 䔌䡔 䵕䂪䡔㙾䵕䢓 䲙䴜䎪 䎪䡔 䲙䢓䂳㙾䢓䛺䢓 㙾䎪䤁䤁