After his visit to Primont, Lug spent a few hours in his house.

Gavan saw him stressed and asked him what had happened.

"Primont," said Lug.

Gavan immediately understood what had happened.

"I told you not to go there, you'd better go take care of the quiet neighborhoods of Vonne and Roseraies."

Lug didn't like taking Gavan's advice, they were still at odds with each other but this time he was right.

He left his corner and went to the shed.

He went to get another bucket, because he didn't want to go and get the one left at Primont.

He then headed for the wealthy neighborhoods.

As he passed, he saw an old woman he had never seen before looking at the graves of Valmont.

He didn't pay much attention to her and continued on his way.

Vonne was a very clean neighborhood, all the graves were made of beautiful white or black marble.

There were a few large vaults but none the size of the baker's grave.

All the ground was paved unlike the southern neighborhoods.

There wasn't much weed to pull, so he didn't have much work to do.

Nobody bothered him here, nobody came to talk to him.

Except the father of the child he had seen on the tree a few days ago.

He complained that his daughter was missing and urged Lug to find her.

"She finally decided to leave?" thought Lug, without telling the father what he knew.

After only a short hour, all of Vonne was cleaned up.

He headed to Roseraies to finish the job.

A small wall separated the two neighborhoods.

On top of that, Roseraies was slightly elevated.

As if to indicate that the most important people were buried there.

No conflict existed as between Almer and Vamin.

Here everyone knew their place.

Roseraies did not have huge graves, but all were beautifully decorated.

The most beautiful marble, the most beautiful gilding, the pictures of the deceased were perfectly visible, unlike the old, decrepit pictures of the other districts.

The wall of the cemetery was completely hidden by a real wall of roses that surrounded the whole neighborhood.

It was a haven of peace.

But the ghosts did not show themselves.

They could be seen near their graves or at the entrance to their vaults, suspiciously watching the new guardian.

One detail struck Lug.

There were far fewer graves here than in any southern neighborhood, yet there were just as many ghosts.

"They were all buried in pairs," Lug quipped, as if to keep himself company.

This neighborhood was beautiful, but the reception was the coldest.

He hurried to clean the graves, he preferred not to stay there too long, so he decided not to clean the inside of the vaults.

On the way back he met Malda.

Always with a distinguished air she said to him:

"Lug, I was looking for you. I would like to talk to you about something."

Lug had nothing to do and was delighted to talk to Malda, it happened so rarely.

"Okay, what is it about?"

"I told you about an idea I had for the cemetery and I see you've finished taking care of all the neighborhoods, you even had the courage to visit Primont."

"Yeah, I'm not going back there anytime soon! So... what's your idea?"

"Well, here goes. I'd like you to turn the cemetery into a big garden with flowers of course, but also fruits, vegetables, trees and why not even a fountain. Please make this cemetery come alive."

Malda's eyes looked misty with tears.

This tall brunette with green eyes, looked emotional and vulnerable but managed to maintain a height and dignity that commanded respect, even admiration.

Lug was confused by this request.

But he answered yes without thinking.

Lug's greatest weakness was women, and even more so when the woman in question was beautiful.

Malda thanked him and returned to her children.

Lug returned with an empty mind, what had he just gotten himself into?

But it was during his dinner that he began to think about the advantages of growing vegetables in the cemetery.

"I spend almost all my salary on food, if I grew fruits and vegetables I would save so much money..."

Lug had found a new motivation.

He was going to transform the cemetery for Malda's sake... And for the sake of his wallet.

But a good deed is a good deed no matter what the reasons are.