Dear Ilse,
it's nearly the second winter since we returned from Shrewsbury.
The coming winter at New Moon looks to be another harsh one.
What a storm!
The rain has rendered the artillery useless.
Napoleon is flustered.
Major-General Gneisenau!
I'm here!
We shall lead an all-out attack on the French army's flank!
Forward, march!
Troops! Rally to me!
Felix, that's my line!
To me, men! Advance!
We have a rare visitor.
Is that your manuscript?
It is.
You're confident of its integrity?
I'm not sure.
I don't hear the words "I'm not sure" from you very often.
I've had a string of rejections recently.
I haven't had any inspiration lately.
Inspiration?
In the past, my inspiration would come to me no matter where I was.
It was like some other force took over my body and started writing.
But even that doesn't come to me anymore.
Oh dear.
The days used to be a lot more interesting when you and your friends were here.
These days, everything is just plain mundane.
Felix King! Joseph Anderson!
And for what, may I ask, are you two fighting for?
Teddy Kent is certainly making a name for himself.
He's hailed in the Parisian art world as "The Young Genius."
You were a friend of his, right?
Yes, I was.
I hope your work gets selected.
Thank you.
That reminds me... there's a parcel for you.
Here it is.
We read your work with interest,
but we regret to inform you that we shall not be publishing your work.
How many times have I heard this same thing over and over?
Dear Emily,
how are you doing?
I'm doing rather well.
I'm taking my lessons very seriously at the Montreal Drama School.
Can you believe I'm taking education seriously for once?
Well, I'm doing my best.
Just the other day we had a chance to take the stage.
My legs were like jelly.
But when the spotlight was shining on me, I thought to myself,
"I love the stage."
Besides, I love to convey a message to the audience.
I've never been so happy with my life.
Ilse.
Perry is doing well, too.
He's working hard at the lawyer's office, like always.
He's studying as hard as a wild boar.
He's really busy, so I had to go to Charlottetown myself to meet him.
We hadn't seen each other in a while, but all he did was yawn all day.
Boy, was I angry!
How are you and Teddy getting on?
His name is well known, both in Montreal and Charlottetown.
They say he's a genius artist.
That's quite an accomplishment.
Has he sent you any letters from Paris?
If you miss him, you should go over and see him.
What's your latest story about?
It's a secret.
You sure have a lot of secrets these days.
I'm a grownup now.
But you haven't grown out of milk tea, I'm sure.
Emily, I'd like to know more too.
I haven't read any of your work since you came back to New Moon.
I'm going to feed the chickens.
She looks like she's disappointed with the replies she's received.
I can't imagine an Emily who doesn't write.
Emily doesn't need her fantasy world anymore.
I guess I'm on my own again.
Saucy Sal.
Teddy...
Welcome back, Cousin Jimmy.
Emily, I heard Carpenter collapsed during class.
Mister Carpenter!
And what can I do for you, Emily Byrd Starr?
You're as excited as a puppy dog chasing a cat.
This is no time for jokes!
People are exaggerating.
Old folks fall ill at one time or another.
You'll understand when you reach my age.
Mister Carpenter...
According to Doctor Burnley, my lifespan is nearly up.
I probably have another twenty or so years left.
You're such a clown, Mister Carpenter.
I shall have to take time off from school while I recuperate.
During that time you'll relieve me, won't you, Emily Byrd Starr?
Dear Ilse,
Teddy is very well known over here too.
I haven't contacted him.
Dear Ilse,
Mister Carpenter collapsed from illness yesterday,
but it seems that he'll recover soon.
Doctor Burnley assured him that he had another twenty years left.
People here are talking about Teddy too.
Everyone calls him "The Young Genius."
He's really the star among us.
I see that you can peel apples.
I didn't know you could do anything besides writing, Emily Byrd Starr.
I know how to make cold cuts too.
How are you feeling today?
I think I shall be able to resume classes soon.
"To me, men! Advance!" Is that right?
I used to think that I could do anything and write anything.
I wanted to write about everything in the world.
You once told me to discover reality and to write only non-fiction.
But now, I don't know what's real and what's not.
Are you afraid of reality?
Yes, I'm afraid.
I sent out another manuscript yesterday.
I put my heart and soul into it.
If I fail again, I don't know what else I shall write about.
You shouldn't get up, Mister Carpenter!
Let's go outside.
It's been a long time since I gave you a lesson.
Are you sure you're all right, Mister Carpenter?
I told you I'd be able to resume classes soon.
This brings back memories.
It does.
Of the four hundred lines written, only ten were noteworthy.
The rest were just plain nonsense.
You've decided to give up writing, haven't you?
Emily Byrd Starr?
I... I...
You once said, "I won't give up."
"There are times when I cannot help but write!"
Your inspiration isn't coming to you, eh?
You haven't realised yet why your inspiration isn't coming to you.
Your inspiration is within you!
Look inside yourself.
You are inspiration itself, Emily Byrd Starr!
Dear Emily,
I've heard some strange rumours.
Teddy is getting engaged.
Is that for real?
His fiancée is supposedly the daughter of a famous artist.
Emily, where are you going?
Emily!
Teddy is getting engaged?
Emily? You're soaked to the bone!
You have mail.
Here.
Emily, what's wrong?
Your mail will get wet.
We read your work with interest,
but we regret to inform you that we shall not be publishing your work.
We read your work with interest...
We read your work with interest!
Emily!
I was looking for you.
Cousin Jimmy.
Emily, Carpenter's condition has worsened.
It seems Carpenter is seriously ill.
But he looked well.
Emily, I'm sorry to bring you the bad news.
Mister Carpenter!
Emily.
He just fell asleep.
Mister Carpenter was just fine yesterday.
He even went out for a walk with me.
And yet...
His heart is failing.
It all depends on his will to live now.
He might not last until morning.
How could this happen?
If I lose Mister Carpenter too, what should I do?
Emily, how long we live is determined by fate.
For Francis Carpenter, accepting death is accepting his fate.
We shall be in the next room.
Call us if there's any change.
Okay.
Is that you, Emily Byrd Starr?
Yes, Mister Carpenter.
It's Emily of New Moon.
No tears.
I forbid tears at my deathbed.
Is there anything I can do?
Just sit here where I can see you until I'm gone. That's all.
I don't want to be alone as I leave this world.
Mister Carpenter...
I have no other wish other than to have you at my side.
I've failed in my life.
Mister Carpenter.
It's all right, I did fail.
But still, it was an interesting life I had.
I met all of you.
It was one of the few joyous moments I had in my life.
Emily, would you read me a poem?
I want to hear one of your poems.
A dear friend departs with a brilliant light.
He leaves behind a great legacy.
I shall continue in waiting.
In the stillness, his ideals are dazzling.
He sings of hope, with untainted faith.
He brings to us joy and jubilance.
And gracefully...
gracefully, he lived his life with sublime nobility.
Dear friend,
my dear friend who will be travelling to that unseen place,
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dear...
Dear friend...
who left me to go into a brilliant light.
He left behind a great legacy.
Capriciously-
I'm going to the other side.
Mister Carpenter!
Going out beyond the dawn, past the morning star.
In just a few more minutes...
think about how much I'm going to know.
Wiser than anyone living.
Capriciously...
Capriciously, the wind is...
I shall know the truth.
...blowing across the wild and open plains.
Just a few more minutes...
Mister... Carpenter...
Promise me...
that you'll never write to please anybody but yourself.
Promise me.
Please continue your poem.
In the sea of fog...
No use trying to please everybody.
Your own hat fits you the best.
Live under your own hat.
Remember, you will get to your destination someday.
You have the makings of a writer.
These memories you have given to me.
Your laughter. Your tears.
There's something else I wanted to say.
Some caution.
I can't seem to remember.
On this path, you've shown me an unforgettable smile.
There's something else I need to tell you.
I can't remember.
Beautifully, to the ends of the Earth.
Yes, I know.
Please open the window.
Death!
It must not be kept waiting!
Death must not...
Oh, that's right. I remember now,
little Emily of New Moon.
Beware...
Beware of italics.
Mister Carpenter.
What brings you here, Emily Byrd Starr?
You're as excited as a puppy dog chasing a cat.
Yes, and I'm as excited as a puppy dog chasing a cat, too!
And what does Miss Puppy Dog need from me today?
My poem got published in this magazine!
A soft, sweet echo resonates in the ear of those who long to hear.
A gentle note-so audible, so clear.
Through the golden hills and valleys, the wind whistles by silently.
Bringing back solemn memories,
singing a capricious melody.
"Solemn" was quite unnecessary.
You have a tendency to overuse sentimental words.
Also, you used italics too often.
Be careful about how you use them.
Mister Carpenter...
Mister Carpenter! Mister Carpenter!
Mister Carpenter!
The people I love are gone.
I can't write anymore.
Will the rainbow I wanted to catch never appear again?
On the next episode of Emily of New Moon:
The Snow is Now Melting.
Watch for it!