Chapter 7
Scipio, my new partner in crime, and I left early that morning, leaving Prop in charge. "Please can't we come with you?" Bo asked with his tired, puppy dog eyes. Scipio rubbed the boys head. "No I need you to stay here and guard the fort." Scipio replied.
Scipio wore his mask even though I thought it was a bit ridiculous. We stood next to a flower cart wile we watched the house.
It was four stories tall, and sat near the canal. The family was rich to be sure. From where I was seated I could see a large crystal chandler that hung in the second floor. The paintings that hung on the walls must have been worth a fortune, and the other items of décor were probably priceless. I had studied the type of house it was in architecture class. I knew how it had been put together and I started devising a plan on how to get the mask once we were in. I drew out the blue prints that I had studied for a whole semester.
The house was being set up for a party. We noted it and decide we should come back the next day.
When we went back to the Stella that night every one had a smile on their face. Prop had gotten over 2,000 for the stuff Scipio had gotten the night before. We had a good dinner of pasta alfrado, and we finished up the cake for desert. When it was time for bed I borrowed Prop's pj pants again. Scipio and I moved our beds a bit closer to Bo's, my head just beneath the top of his mattress.
Sleep did not come as easily to me as it had the night before. I stared at the wall, and when I heard a shuffle come from the bed above my head I lifted myself up to see what was wrong.
"Bo?" I whispered. He turned over to look at me, his blond curls falling in his face. "Onyx?" he said with a yawn. His poor little eyelids sagging. "Is everything ok?" I asked him. "I can't sleep." he said rubbing his eye. "Aw I'm sorry." I said. "Would like me to sing you a lullaby?" I asked smiling. He nodded vigorously. "I'm afraid I only know one. It's the one my mom used to sing me when I was little." I said scooting up to sit next to the bed. I pushed the curls out of his sweet face and began to sing.
Ninna nanna di pace che invento
Pensando a un bambino
Che è arrivato stanotte dal mare col freddo che fa
Trasportato sulle ali del vento
Da un paese lontano, fin qua
Con in tasca il ricordo più dolce di un'altra città.
Ninna nanna di pace e domani sarà un giorno nuovo
Come dentro una fiaba che parla di felicità
Senza l'ombra del lupo cattivo e la strega non arriverà
Con un Re che assomiglia a mio nonno che la guerra non fa.
My voice grew slightly from it's quiet whisper.
E canterò piano in una lingua che oggi tu non conosci,
E all'improvviso ogni parola capirai.
E sarà un canto di pace, di amicizia e fantasia
Ninna nanna e la tua mano é nella mia.
My voice softened.
Ninna nanna di pace per chi oggi tende la mani
Oltre il muro cercando qualcuno con cui giocare
Aspetta fino a domani
E vedrai svanire quel muro
Ninna nanna di pace a chiunque la pace non ha...
E nella mia casa la tua casa tu ritroverai
é piena di giochi e se vorrai saranno tuoi
Ma forse il gioco più me lo insegni proprio tu
Ninna nanna e la paura non c'è più!
Corri con me per un grande nascondino
Felice perché sai che io ti troverò
E dentro un bel sole il tuo sorriso
Brillerà insieme al mio
E saremo due fratelli tu ed io
My voice quieted to a whisper.
Ninna nanna e la tua mano é nella mia!
I finished my voice very quiet. Bo's small eyes were closed and his breathing was even. I kissed his forehead, and wiggled back into my sleeping bag.
