During summer, Emily visited her Grandaunt, Nancy Priest, at her house by Priest Pond.
Here, she could do anything and not get reprimanded.
Of course, that included her writing.
Dear Father,
my favourite spot to visit is the nearby beach.
Even though a few spots are pretty steep, I found it to be surprisingly beautiful.
Wow, there was a spot like this too.
Oh, farewell-summers!
How pretty.
I have never seen farewell-summers with purple so dark and rich.
My gosh, why did this have to happen?
Anyone, please help!
Calm down.
Calm down, Emily.
On my way here... I didn't see anyone.
It doesn't look like a place people will pass by.
There's very little chance someone will find me.
But maybe Grandaunt Nancy might grow anxious when I don't return.
Impossible! Grandaunt Nancy and Caroline couldn't possibly find their way here.
All I can do now is stay as still as possible.
I must be brave and patient.
Oh God, please save me!
Please excuse me for not being able to kneel.
Even if I should die, please don't let Aunt Elizabeth find my letters.
Hey!
Please forgive all my sins.
Help-
My God.
Help me!
Now how am I to save you?
Could you stay here by yourself for a while?
Can you wait a little?
Yes.
I shall leave my dog to keep you company.
Sit right there, Tweed, until I come back.
Don't move a paw or wag a tail.
Talk to her only with your eyes.
A dog is better than a cat when you're in trouble.
Thank God, you haven't gone over.
Place your foot in the loop.
While I'm pulling you up, can you hold on tightly?
Okay, I shall try.
All right, here we go.
Dear God, please!
What were you doing halfway down that cliff?
I wanted to pick these.
And it seems you got them after all.
Thank you for your help.
Umm...
You must be Mister Dean Priest.
I've heard of you from Grandaunt Nancy.
"He's the only man in the Priest family deserving to go to Heaven," she said.
I don't think she meant that as a compliment.
I am Emily Byrd Starr of New Moon.
And you're Douglas Starr's daughter?
You knew my father?
We were boys together at Queen's Academy.
Though we drifted apart after we graduated.
He was a good friend.
Could you tell me about my father?
Douglas was the only friend I had at school.
After we graduated, he went into journalism, and I went to McGill to study business.
Are you feeling better?
Yes, I can walk now.
Sweeping silently upon the shores,
the purple waves do.
As I dream a sweet purple dream,
I shall soon be unable to awaken.
Oh, you know, I'm a poet.
Now that's a surprise.
When did you become a poet?
Are you teasing me?
Not at all.
I was just a little surprised.
What kind of poems do you write?
I couldn't go outside yesterday because it was raining, so I wrote a poem.
Here's how it goes.
I sit by the western window,
that looks on Malvern Bay.
Am I not to hear the whole of it?
Perhaps in those wooded islands
that gem, the proud bay's breast,
the lighthouse will illuminate the way towards tomorrow.
You're twelve, right?
I am.
If you were ten years older, I wouldn't be surprised.
Father Cassidy advised me to keep writing.
I doubt there was a need to tell you that.
Either way, you would still keep on writing, wouldn't you?
You couldn't help but write since the day you were born.
How did you know that?
I just know.
So what are you going to do as a writer?
I think I shall be either a great poet or a distinguished novelist.
I think it's better to be a novelist.
Is that so?
I've never written any stories as of yet.
Aunt Elizabeth forbids me from reading novels.
I submitted my poem to a newspaper last year, but it didn't get published.
Emily Byrd Starr.
The name "Star" suits you to a tee.
You're a star.
Like the ones up in the sky.
A star?
You have a radiant personality shining through you.
You're like a star at dawn, so I think I shall address you as "Star" from now on.
Well, I shall take my leave here.
Will we meet again?
Of course, Star.
You'll be able to find me strolling by the beach.
Okay.
The next time we meet, can you let me read what you've written about Aunt Nancy and Caroline?
Certainly.
She's not very interesting to meet in person,
but she's the perfect specimen for observation.
You're not fond of Grandaunt Nancy?
I can't be too fond of someone who doesn't take kindly to me.
Come on, Tweed.
I'm back, Grandaunt Nancy, Miss Caroline.
Did you get hurt?
Yes, and I had braced myself for the end too.
But at that critical moment, "the only man who deserves to go to heaven" came and rescued me.
You met Dean Priest?
Yes, and he escorted me home.
Together with his dog, Tweed.
We seem to get along really well.
Really?
I'm starving.
I shall go and wash my hands.
Dear Father,
I met Dean Priest today.
Though it was our first meeting, we spoke about a lot of things.
I'm surprised that I told him about my submission to the newspaper.
Talking to Dean feels like a bird has come to sing in my heart.
I think it's really amazing that, among all the flowers in the world, we both came to admire the same one.
To be able to smile in the face of death.
Dean!
What do you find to do at the Grange?
Are you ever lonesome with only those two old survivals?
Not at all.
I enjoy my own company.
Stars are said to dwell apart, anyhow, sufficient unto themselves,
satisfied to be encircled by their own light.
You should be shod with sandals of moonshine and wear a scarf of sea mist with a few fireflies caught in it over your hair.
She had never felt so connected with another person,
not since the passing of her father.
To be fond of Aunt Nancy; you must be quite a character in your own right.
Well, she is very kind to me.
She doesn't make me wear sunbonnets, for example.
And it seems like my hands resembled Grandaunt Nancy's when she was younger.
I was a little surprised that she used to be young.
Star, you look at people in a truly unique way.
That's a very important attribute for writing novels.
Novels?
Aren't you going to become a distinguished novelist?
That's right, but how should I go about writing one?
It's really difficult to write about people I've never met or places I've never seen.
You believe in fairies.
Well, I'd like to.
But you are a fairy, yourself.
If not, you wouldn't be able to find your way to fairyland.
Fairyland?
One the day that you were born, the fairies gave you a ticket.
A ticket that lets you go there whenever you desire.
A ticket to fairyland.
Eh? You've visited Athens?
I have, but... It's been two thousand years since the Athens in that book.
Its image of "The City of the Violet Crown" still remains with me.
"The City of the Violet Crown".
It's very fitting... almost as if there was magic in those words.
So what is Rome known as?
"The City of the Seven Hills".
Next to the Tiber lies the Castel Sant'Angelo.
The Colosseum used to be filled with roaring cheers.
In the cities, you could hear the sounds of merrymaking coming from the taverns.
It's fascinating that I've never been to Rome, yet I have such vivid images of it in my head.
Though it may be completely different from reality.
The most important aspect is the image.
Star, imagine standing on top of the hill.
I feel the wind.
It's warm and soft.
I can see the sea.
This sea... It's connected to Prince Edward Island.
The Wind Woman will tell me which way I should go.
You wear a ribbon of gold around your black hair and silver bells on those ankles.
They will jingle as I walk.
And I shall prance around like a Ukrainian dancer.
There, you've done it.
Just write the way you imagined it.
That way, you'll be able to write a novel.
The way I imagined.
I'm back.
Welcome back.
You're late for dinner.
Thanks, but I won't be having any.
I wonder what happened.
I'm sure she's received some manna from the heavens.
Emily spent an entire evening writing one chapter of her novel.
Emily, did a ghost appear again?
You don't look like you slept well.
I was up writing.
Oh dear.
Are you meeting Dean today as well?
Yes.
Good grief, don't you get tired of seeing him every day?
Tired? Of course not.
Dean has read so many books
and he's well-informed about so many things, like history and geography.
Is that so? Well, I'm tired of you.
Emily, you can go home.
I called for someone to pick you up.
He should be here in the afternoon.
Eh? Today?
Nancy can't be persuaded once she's decided on something.
Sorry it's so sudden, Emily.
But I had planned to stay until the end of the month.
I'm rather fond of you, Emily.
You're not stupid, you're acceptably pretty and you've behaved exceedingly well.
Tell Elizabeth that you do the Murrays credit.
But I've had quite enough of you.
And I wanted to ask Dean to teach me more about how to write novels.
I wanted him to be the first person to read my work.
Emily! Emily!
Jimmy is here!
Cousin Jimmy!
Hello, Emily. Have you been well?
Yes, and yourself?
Yes, Elizabeth, Laura, Ilse and everyone else too.
Saucy Sal's kittens too?
Those playful things are quite a handful.
I see, that's good to hear.
Grandaunt Nancy, Miss Caroline, thank you both for having me here this summer.
I had a lot of fun.
We enjoyed your company too.
Umm... I'd like it if you could return the letter I sent.
My portrait. I was only lending it to you, so if I may...
I'm keeping that portrait.
I've taken a liking to it.
I've had it framed and placed in my room.
I shall be sure to will it back to you.
Come again, Emily.
Yes, but...
Nancy has a bit of a personality, but she was really lively when you were around.
So do come back, okay?
Okay.
Cousin Jimmy, I have a favour to ask.
Can we return by the seashore road?
You want to look at the sea, Emily?
I wanted Dean to be the first person to read my very first novel.
Cousin Jimmy, stop the carriage!
Whoa!
I shall be back shortly.
Dean! Dean!
Well, Dean...
You're going back rather soon.
I've written a novel.
Well, well.
All this in one night? Incredible.
Well, I...
I shall read it and send my comments to New Moon.
Together with this script, of course.
Okay.
You had better get going, the carriage is waiting.
Dean, I'm glad I met you.
I've never met anyone who speaks the way you do, except in books.
Is that right?
I'm sure we shall meet again.
Sure.
Goodbye.
Emily, this came for you.
It's from Dean!
Yes. Yes, that's right, Dean.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Thank you, Dean.
I couldn't have done it without you.
I shall keep on writing,
so that I can earn your praise.
Ilse had a fight with her father and left home.
It seems they were fighting over her mother.
There's a storm outside. What should I do?
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
Ilse's Secret.
Watch for it!