Gavan was at the window watching the meeting in the distance.

When he saw Lug return he hurried back to the table.

Lug opened the door and went to sit on his bed with a long sigh.

"What a day..." he rested his wrist on his forehead, his eyes closed.

"What happened?" asked the curious old man.

"I got carried away and set up a fight between the two leaders" Lug said embarrassed.

"A fight?!" Gavan had jumped up from his chair.

"Yes, a boxing match. I'll set up the ring tomorrow, I'm too tired today."

Gavan leapt from his chair in fury and stood up.

"Who do you think you are?! You're just a guest here, I told you not to make too many waves, to learn the customs of this cemetery and you're organizing fights? We give you a puzzle and you just smash the pieces together? There are rules!" Gavan had taken on his demon face.

Lug was not afraid. He should have been, but he wasn't.

Emotions sometimes dominate us.

In some people they take up so much space that they merge with the personality.

In Lug's case, fear was his dominant emotion.

He lived in anticipation of the worst things and thought it normal that people might not like him or resent him.

But sometimes this dominant emotion could waver in the face of a stronger emotion.

In this case Lug was so exhausted from his encounter with the leaders that the emotion that overrode all others was annoyance.

He was annoyed. Very annoyed.

Lug got up, walked to the door and before leaving turned slightly to Gavan.

"Sometimes the best solution is not to repair. It's just breaking and starting over. That's all."

After saying that Lug left the house.

Lug with his hands in his pockets walked towards the tree in the center of the cemetery, he wanted to spend some time alone, and this was the only place where nobody was buried.

The tree was nearly 50 feet tall, its branches stretching across all the neighborhoods.

It must have been planted when the cemetery was still used as a castle.

Lug sat down against the large trunk, and let out a sigh.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

Until crumbs fell on his shoulder and head.

Looking up he saw a child perched on the tree, legs spread wide on a large branch, throwing small pieces of bread into the air.

He must have been 10 years old, he was wearing a white dress that reached his ankles, all in lace.

His eyes were blue and his hair blond.

"Hi, I didn't see you. What are you doing?" asked Lug.

The child looked at him for a few moments with curiosity.

"Can you see me? How do you do that?" the baffled child asked.

"I'll answer you if you tell me why you are throwing bread."

The child looked toward the cemetery gate.

"I would like to fly away with the birds and go far away from here," said the child wistfully.

"I've been seeing ghosts since a rock fell on me, it’s been three weeks now, but I haven't seen a ghost want to leave the cemetery yet."

"Yes, the people here are silly and stubborn. I'd rather stay on this tree."

"I guess you're from Vonne or Roseraies from the way you are dressed, death must be quiet there..."

"Quiet and boring, yes… Tell me a story, sir," the child asked with a look full of interest.

Lug sighed and began to play with small stones, swinging them in front of him.

He told the child what had just happened with the two leaders.

"You know, maybe I'll stop by and watch the fight, it sounds interesting. But why did you organize all this, I don't understand" said the child while continuing to throw his bread in the air.

"Honestly, I did it because I was pissed off. I realized when I talked to them that they were only thinking about themselves."

"But building a tower for protection is good, right?" the child asked.

"That's what I thought at first, but I eventually realized that he just wanted a big tower to top the big baker's grave. Just an ego thing. Same with the baker who only wants his oven out of attachment to the status he had when he was alive. Anyway, ghosts don't need to eat!" finished Lug with annoyance in his voice.

The child lay down on his branch.

"Are you going to call off this fight?"

"No, in retrospect I think it's not a bad idea."

"Why?" the child asked.

"To get out of a vicious circle, you have to break something."

The child looked at his hand, full of crumbs that he had materialized.

"My vicious circle is the cemetery." he said.

"A bit square for a circle." let out Lug with a laugh.

The child climbed down from the tree and faced Lug.

"It's not the shape that matters, square, triangle, round. It doesn't matter all that. What matters is to stop repeating the same mistakes." said the child with a new expression. As if he had just discovered something essential.

Lug was a little embarrassed that he didn't understand what was going on in the child's head.

"I'm going back to Vonne, I've spent enough time here. Maybe I should go seek advice from the wise man who knows everything!"

The child ran off in the direction of Vonne, waving to Lug.

Before leaving, he left the breadcrumbs in Lug's hand.

Lug remained at the foot of the tree, throwing the invisible crumbs at imaginary birds.