The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes, Volume 1Zola, Émile
Religion
The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes, Volume 1
Zola, Émile
Catholics -- Fiction; Christian pilgrims and pilgrimages -- Fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Lourdes (France) -- Fiction
her ears reached her eyes, she no longer saw the trees, but was dazzled
by a whiteness, a kind of bright light which seemed to her to settle
itself against the rock, in a narrow, lofty slit above the Grotto, not
unlike an ogival window of a cathedral. In her fright she fell upon her
knees. What could it be, /mon Dieu/? Sometimes, during bad weather,
when her asthma oppressed her more than usual, she spent very bad
nights, incessantly dreaming dreams which were often painful, and whose
stifling effect she retained on awaking, even when she had ceased to
remember anything. Flames would surround her, the sun would flash
before her face. Had she dreamt in that fashion during the previous
night? Was this the continuation of some forgotten dream? However,
little by little a form became outlined, she believed that she could
distinguish a figure which the vivid light rendered intensely white. In
her fear lest it should be the devil, for her mind was haunted by tales
of witchcraft, she began to tell her beads. And when the light had
slowly faded away, and she had crossed the canal and joined Marie and
Jeanne, she was surprised to find that neither of them had seen
anything whilst they were picking up the wood in front of the Grotto.
On their way back to Lourdes the three girls talked together. So she,
Bernadette, had seen something then? What was it? At first, feeling
uneasy, and somewhat ashamed, she would not answer; but at last she
said that she had seen something white.
* This is a kind of hood, more generally known among the Bearnese
peasantry as a /sarot/. Whilst forming a coif it also completely covers
the back and shoulders.—Trans.
From this the rumours started and grew. The Soubirouses, on being made
acquainted with the circumstance, evinced much displeasure at such
childish nonsense, and told their daughter that she was not to return
to the rock of Massabielle. All the children of the neighbourhood,
however, were already repeating the tale, and when Sunday came the
parents had to give way, and allow Bernadette to betake herself to the
Grotto with a bottle of holy water to ascertain if it were really the
devil whom one had to deal with. She then again beheld the light, the
figure became more clearly defined, and smiled upon her, evincing no
fear whatever of the holy water. And, on the ensuing Thursday, she once
more returned to the spot accompanied by several persons, and then for
the first time the radiant lady assumed sufficient corporality to
speak, and say to her: “Do me the kindness to come here for fifteen
days.”
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