The Last night

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The Last Night Alain sat at the very edge of the chimney-like opening in the side of the mountain. He placed the arch of his left foot at the bottom of the teardrop loop of his long escape rope. He looked up at the almost motionless shadows of those who had come to help him, or just to say good bye. In the darkness there were only eyes, sad eyes, painful and resolute. Alain had tired and envious eyes, but never regretful of his necessary escape. He knew all the faces that held those eyes and loved them. He remembered each for their sparkle of recognition for the good things he tried to do, or the way some would shut one eye as if to question his behavior of the moment. "Go", he heard. "God is at your side, Alain." He slipped slowly into the opening, some gravel moving with him but rushing ahead, hitting against the sides rough walls, the sound fading as it moved further and further down the passage. His face and eyes were wet and his body trembled at the whispering words of instruction above him, as his friends slowly extended the rope, painfully increasing his distance and towards a feeling of helplessness. Morning Troops in large numbers were moving through the open fields that surround Montsegur and towards the roadway that lead up to the fortress. A large sun drenched wooden stockade at the foot of the mountain, newly constructed and nesting in bright yellow mustard weed patches gently swaying, was the sight of most of the activity. The sweet smell of the grasses and the rhythmic noises of distant hammering and the clanking of wagon wheels on the rude roadways gave a festive feeling to the happenings of this morning. A Circus of players in gaudy costumes, outfitted with ridiculous hats,... ... middle of paper ... ...limbed unassisted onto the pyre inside the stockade. For a moment they searched for each other's loved ones. The four corners of the structure was torched simultaneously. Field birds noisily flew off at the sight of this horror. The men who had lit the pyre moved quickly away, as the flames shot up and the intense heat rolled towards them. The gray smoke, which at first bellowed upward, reversed itself, turning black and creeping down toward the lower fields. Only the newly placed guards of the Conquerors at the top of Montsegur remained fixed and dutiful. Below this fortress, the Clergy and the Nobles scurried away. The troopers and the curious peasantry left in haste, the troopers to a safer distance, and the peasantry to the safety of their homes or the sanctuary of their church. All, who had no further reason to be there, left. Alain too had left.

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