"Well, I have to get to work. Don't forget to eat something. Your dress is on a hanger downstairs."
Finally her mother disappeared down the stairs. So did Sophie's philosophy teacher; he walked down the steps from the Acropolis and stood on the Areopagos rock before appearing a little later in the old square of Athens.
Hilde shivered when the old buildings suddenly rose from the ruins. One of her father's pet ideas had been to let all the United Nations countries collaborate in reconstructing an exact copy of the Athenian square. It would be the forum for philosophical discussion and also for disarmament talks. He felt that a giant project like that would forge world unity. "We have, after all, succeeded in building oil rigs and moon rockets."
Then she read about Plato. "The soul yearns to fly home on the wings of love to the world of ideas. It longs to be freed from the chains of the body ..."
Sophie had crawled through the hedge and followed Hermes, but the dog had escaped her. After having read about Plato, she had gone farther into the woods and come upon the red cabin by the little lake. Inside hung a painting of Bjerkely. From the description it was clearly meant to be Hilde's Bjerkely. But there was also a portrait of a man named Berkeley. "How odd!"
Hilde laid the heavy ring binder aside on the bed and went over to her bookshelf and looked him up in the three-volume encyclopedia she had been given on her fourteenth birthday. Here he was--Berkeley!
Berkeley, George, 1685-1753, Eng. Philos., Bishop of Cloyne. Denied existence of a material world beyond the human mind. Our sense perceptions proceed from God. Main work: A Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge (1710).
Yes, it was decidedly odd. Hilde stood thinking for a few seconds before going back to bed and the ring binder.
In one way, it was her father who had hung the two pictures on the wall. Could there be any connection other than the similarity of names?
Berkeley was a philosopher who denied the existence of a material world beyond the human mind. That was certainly very strange, one had to admit. But it was not easy to disprove such claims, either. As regards Sophie, it fitted very well. After all, Hilde's father was respon-sible for her "sense perceptions."
Well, she would know more if she read on. Hilde looked up from the ring binder and smiled when she got to the point where Sophie discovers the reflection of a girl who winks with both eyes. "The other girl had winked at Sophie as if to say: I can see you, Sophie. I am here, on the other side."
Sophie finds the green wallet in the cabin as well-- with the money and everything! How could it have made its way there?
Absurd! For a second or two Hilde had really believed that Sophie had found it. But then she tried to imagine how the whole thing must appear to Sophie. It must all seem quite inscrutable and uncanny.
For the first time Hilde felt a strong desire to meet Sophie face to face. She felt like telling her the real truth about the whole business.
But now Sophie had to get out of the cabin before she was caught red-handed. The boat was adrift on the lake, of course. (Her father couldn't resist reminding her of that old story, could he!)
Hilde gulped a mouthful of soda and took a bite of her roll while she read the letter about the "meticulous" Aristotle, who had criticized Plato's theories.
Aristotle pointed out that nothing exists in consciousness that has not first been experienced by the senses. Plato would have said that there is nothing in the natural world that has not first existed in the world of ideas. Aristotle held that Plato was thus "doubling the number of things."
Hilde had not known that it was Aristotle who had invented the game of "animal, vegetable, or mineral."
Aristotle wanted to do a thorough clearing up in nature's "room." He tried to show that everything in nature belongs to different categories and subcategories.
When she read about Aristotle's view of women she was both irritated and disappointed. Imagine being such a brilliant philosopher and yet such a crass idiot!
Aristotle had inspired Sophie to clean up her own room. And there, together with all the other stuff, she found the white stocking which had disappeared from Hilde's closet a month ago! Sophie put all the pages she had gotten from Alberto into a ring binder. "There were in all over fifty pages." For her own part, Hilde had gotten up to page 124, but then she also had Sophie's story on top of all the correspondence from Alberto Knox.
The next chapter was called "Hellenism." First of all, Sophie finds a postcard with a picture of a UN jeep. It is stamped UN Battalion, June 15. Another of these "cards" to Hilde that her father had put into the story instead of sending by mail.
Dear Hilde, I assume you are still celebrating your fifteenth birthday. Or is this the morning after? Anyway, it makes no difference to your present. In a sense, that will last a lifetime. But I'd like to wish you a happy birthday one more time. Perhaps you understand now why I send the cards to Sophie. I am sure she will pass them on to you.
P.S. Mom said you had lost your wallet. I hereby promise to reimburse you the 150 crowns. You will probably be able to get another school I.D. before they close for the summer vacation. Love from Dad.
Not bad! That made her 150 crowns richer. He probably thought a homemade present alone wasn't enough.
So it appeared that June 15 was Sophie's birthday, too. But Sophie's calendar had only gotten as far as the middle of May. That must have been when her father had written this chapter, and he had postdated the "birthday card" to Hilde. But poor Sophie, running down to the supermarket to meet Joanna.
Who was Hilde? How could her father as good as take it for granted that Sophie would find her? In any case, it was senseless of him to send Sophie the cards instead of sending them directly to his daughter.
Hilde, like Sophie, was elevated to the celestial spheres as she read about Plotinus.
I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig-- or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.
This was the most giddying passage Hilde had read up to now. But it was nevertheless the simplest. Everything is one, and this "one" is a divine mystery that everyone shares.
This was not really something you needed to believe. It is so, thought Hilde. So everyone can read what they like into the word "divine."
She turned quickly to the next chapter. Sophie and Joanna go camping the night before the national holiday on May 17. They make their way to the major's cabin...
Hilde had not read many pages before she flung the bedclothes angrily aside, got up, and began to walk up and down, clutching the ring binder in her hands.
This was just about the most impudent trick she had ever heard of. In that little hut in the woods, her father lets these two girls find copies of all the cards he had sent Hilde in the first two weeks of May. And the copies were real enough. Hilde had read the very same words over and over. She recognized every single word.
Dear Hilde, I am now so bursting with all these secrets for your birthday that I have to stop myself several times a day from calling home and blowing the whole thing. It is something that simply grows and grows. And as you know, when a thing gets bigger and bigger it's more difficult to keep it to yourself. . .
Sophie gets a new lesson from Alberto. It's all about Jews and Greeks and the two great cultures. Hilde liked getting this wide bird's-eye view of history. She had never learned anything like it at school. They only gave you details and more details. She now saw Jesus and Christianity in a completely new light.
She liked the quote from Goethe: "He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth."
The next chapter began with a piece of card which sticks to Sophie's kitchen window. It is a new birthday card for Hilde, of course.
Dear Hilde, I don't know whether it will still be your birthday when you read this card. I hope so, in a way; or at least that not too many days have gone by. A week or two for Sophie does not have to mean just as long for us. I shall be coming home for Midsummer Eve, so we can sit together for hours in the glider, looking out over the sea, Hilde. We have so much to talk about. . .
Then Alberto calls Sophie, and this is the first time she hears his voice.
"You make it sound like a war."
"I would rather call it a battle of wills. We have to attract Hilde's attention and get her over on our side before her father comes home to Lillesand."
And then Sophie meets Alberto Knox disguised as a medieval monk in the twelfth-century stone church.
Oh, no, the church! Hilde looked at the time. A quarter past one ... She had forgotten all about the time.
Maybe it wouldn't matter so much that she cut school on her birthday. But it did mean that her classmates wouldn't be celebrating with her. Oh well, she had always had plenty of well-wishers.
Soon she found herself receiving a long sermon. Alberto had no problem slipping into the role of a medieval priest.
When she read about how Sophia had appeared to Hildegard in visions, she turned once again to her encyclopedia. But this time she found nothing about either of them. Wasn't that typical! As soon as it was a question of women or something to do with women, the en-cyclopedia was about as informative as a moon crater. Was the whole work censored by the Society for the Protection of Men?
Hildegard of Bingen was a preacher, a writer, a doctor, a botanist, and a biologist. She was "perhaps an example of the fact that women were often more practical, more scientific even, in the Middle Ages."
But there was not a single word about her in the encyclopedia. How scandalous!
Hilde had never heard that God had a "female side" or a "mother nature." Her name was Sophia, apparently--but she was apparently not worth printer's ink, either.
The nearest she could find in the encyclopedia was an entry about the Santa Sophia Church in Constantinople (now Istanbul), named Hagia Sophia, which means Sacred Wisdom. But there was nothing about it being female. That was censorship, wasn't it?
Otherwise, it was true enough that Sophie had revealed herself to Hilde. She was picturing the girl with the straight hair all the time ...
When Sophie gets home after spending most of the morning in St. Mary's Church, she stands in front of the brass mirror she took home from the cabin in the woods.
She studied the sharp contours of her own pale face framed by that impossible hair which defied any style but nature's own. But beyond that face was the apparition of another girl.
Suddenly the other girl began to wink frantically with both eyes, as if to signal that she was really in there on the other side. The apparition lasted only a few seconds. Then she was gone.
How many times had Hilde stood in front of the mirror like that as if she was searching for someone else behind the glass? But how could her father have known that?
Wasn't it also a dark-haired woman she had been searching for? Great-grandmother had bought it from a Gypsy woman, hadn't she? Hilde felt her hands shaking as they held the book. She had the feeling that Sophie really existed somewhere "on the other side."
Now Sophie is dreaming about Hilde and Bjerkely. Hilde can neither see nor hear her, but then--Sophie finds Hilde's gold crucifix on the dock. And the crucifix--with Hilde's initials and everything--is in Sophie's bed when she wakes after her dream!
Hilde forced herself to think hard. Surely she hadn't lost her crucifix as well? She went to her dresser and took out her jewelry case. The crucifix, which she had received as a christening gift from her grandmother, was not there!
So she really had lost it. All right, but how had her father known it when she didn't even know it herself?
And another thing: Sophie had apparently dreamed that Hilde's father came home from Lebanon. But there was still a week to go before that happened. Was Sophie's dream prophetic? Did her father mean that when he came home Sophie would somehow be there? He had written that she would get a new friend ...
In a momentary vision of absolute clarity Hilde knew that Sophie was more than just paper and ink. She really existed.
柏客来
……曾祖母向一名吉普赛妇人买的一面古老魔镜……
在黎乐桑郊区古老的船长屋的阁楼里，席德醒来了。她看看钟，才六点，但天色已经大亮。早晨的太阳已经将房间内的一整面墙壁都照亮了。
她起床走向窗前，经过书桌时停了一下，看见桌上写着：一九九O年六月十四日星期四。她把这页撕了下来，揉成一团，丢进字纸篓中。
现在桌历上的日期是一九九O年六月十五日星期五，簇新的日历纸闪闪发亮。早在今年一月时，她就在这一页上写下了“十五岁生日”这几个字。她觉得能在十五日这一天过十五岁生日实在很特别。这种机会一生只有一次。
十五岁!今天岂不是她过成人生活的第一天吗?所以，她不能再回床上去睡了。再说，今天是学校放暑假前的最后一天，学生下午一点钟必须在教堂集合。更何况，再过一个星期，爸爸就从黎巴嫩回来了。他答应要在仲夏节前回家。
席德站在窗前，俯瞰着外面的花园，以及红色的小船屋后面的平台。夏天用的汽艇还没有抬出来，但那条老旧的小船已经系在平台边了。她想到昨夜的那场倾盆大雨，便提醒自己今天一定要记得把小舟里的积水舀出来。
现在，她俯视着那个小海湾，想起她还是个六岁的小女孩时，有一次曾经爬进那条小船，独自一人划到狭湾去。后来她掉到水里，勉强挣扎着上岸，然后浑身湿淋淋的穿过矮树篱；当她站在花园里仰望着她家的房子时，她妈妈跑过来了。那条小船和两支桨就一直在狭湾里漂浮着。如今她偶尔还会梦见小船空无一人、径自漂流的情景。那真是很令人难为情的一次经验。
她家的这座园子花草既不特别繁茂，也没有经过刻意修整，但却相当宽敞。这是属于她的花园。园里那棵久经风霜的苹果树和几株光秃秃的灌木经过严寒的冬季暴风雪洗礼之后，仍然劲挺。在早晨明亮的阳光下，花岗岩与灌木丛之间的草坪上那座老旧的秋千显得分外孤零。秋千上的沙发垫子已经不见了。可能是昨天夜里妈妈匆匆跑出去收进来以免被雨淋湿。
为了避免暴风的吹袭，这座大花园四周都种有桦树。正是因为这些桦树，这栋房子才在一百多年前被改名为“柏客来”山庄。
这座山庄是在十九世纪末由席德的曾祖父兴建的。他是一艘大帆船的船长，也因此到现在还有许多人称这座宅子为“船长屋”。
今天早晨花园里仍留有昨夜豪雨的痕迹。这场雨在昨天黄昏时突然下了起来，到了夜里，席德几度被怒吼的雷声惊醒。但是今天却是万里无云的晴朗天气。
在风雨过后，万物显得如此清新。过去好几个星期以来，天气一直炎热干燥，以致桦树的叶尖已经长出了难看的黄色斑点。现在，大地宛如刚刚经过一番清洗。席德觉得自己的童年仿佛也随着这场风雨一去不返。
“春天的芽苞爆裂时确实是痛苦的……”不是有一位瑞典(还是芬兰?)的女诗人说过类似的话吗?她好看吗?至少长得不丑。也许是介于两者之间……席德站在祖母的老五斗柜上方挂的那面沉重的铜镜前。
她好看吗?至少长得不丑。也许是介于两者之间……她有一头金色的长发。以前她总是希望自己的发色能够更亮或更暗一些，因为像这样不上不下的颜色看起来是如此平凡无奇。
还好她的头发天生微鬈，不需要像她那些朋友一般费尽心思，只为了让头发鬈起一点点。她的另一个优点是一双深绿色的眼睛。“真的是绿色的吗?”以前她的叔叔婶婶们总是这么说，同时一边俯身端详她。
席德站在镜前，注视着自己的面容。她还是小女孩吗?或是已经长成少女了?她觉得两者都不是。她的身体也许已经颇有女人味了，但她的脸却还是像一个未成熟的苹果。
这面古老的镜子总是让席德想起她的父亲，因为它从前一度挂在“工作室”里。那间“工作室”就在船屋上面，是她父亲读书、写作、休息的地方。他一直希望能写一些有意义的东西。有一次他曾经试着写一本小说，却一直没有完成。他写的诗和他画的岛屿素描不时刊登在一家全国性期刊上。席德每次看到爸爸的名字“艾勃特”登出来，都觉得好骄傲。这样的事在黎乐桑还是不太常见的。
对于，这面镜子!许多年前她的爸爸曾经开玩笑说，他只有在看着这面铜镜时才能对着镜中的影像同时眨动双眼，因为它是曾祖母刚结完婚后向一个吉普赛妇人买的古老魔镜。
席德曾经试了无数次，但发现要对着镜子眨动双眼几乎就像要逃离自己的影子一样困难。最后爸妈把这件传家宝给了她，由她保存。这几年来她仍然不时练习这个不太可能达成的技巧。
她今天思绪汹涌，不停想着一些有关自己的事。但这是很正常的，毕竟她已经十五岁了……生日礼物这时她偶然瞥见床头几上有一个大包裹，用美丽的蓝纸包着，并绑着红色的丝带。不用说，一定是一份生日礼物！难道这就是爸爸说过要送她的那份神秘的大礼物吗?他从黎巴嫩寄来的明信片中曾经给她许多扑朔迷离的提示，可是却说他“严格禁止自己泄漏天机”。
