th a blush. She looked so delicate at the moment, making it hard for anyone to associate her with the Valkyrie who had slain a burly man with her own strength just a few days ago.
"Are your legs still hurting? I just heard from Raphael, the Desmoulins have invited us to take a joyride to the horse ranch in the countryside this weekend. Citizen Danton and his lovely new wife will be there too. You should come with us together, Charlene!" Edith spoke excitedly, her words rushing out.
"If it won''t be too much trouble for you, I''d love to come along. Because of these legs, I''ve long grown accustomed to living indoors. Going on a tour suddenly, it''s quite fresh," Charlene replied.
"There''s still hope for your legs to recover, isn''t there, Charlene?" Edith gazed at her friend''s knees under the blanket, then back to her face, her eyes sparkling.
"What?" Charlene went blank for a moment, then realising that Edith was referring to her feat that day. She then shook her head with a bitter smile. "No, I never hold such extravagant hopes. Since I was seven, I''ve stopped fantasising so. If you ask me how I was able to stand up back then, it was only a miracle you bestowed upon me, my dear friend."
"But can''t this miracle''s power go further?" Edith asked, unwilling to give up.
"This can only be left to fate''s arrangement. But I won''t pray for it!" Charlene smiled and placed her hand on her chest. "I willingly accept everything that is given to me. As long as I don''t covet what doesn''t belong to me, I won''t suffer from shattered hopes! In the first two years of the revolution, it was exactly this kind of suffering that brought down Raphael. He always dreamed that one day, when he opened his eyes in the morning, the life of the old days would return to us. Alas, yet I know very well that the past will never come back. I never complain about anything, so I won''t suffer."
"But Charlene, haven''t you ever felt a moment that fate has been unfair to you?" Edith couldn''t help but ask.
"I think, what fate has destined for us to endure, if we can''t bear it calmly, it is instead a kind of weakness." The expression on the wheelchair-bound girl''s face at this moment was similar to that when she saved her f