Tinkling Dreams

Captain du Couedic leans back in his chair.

Shall we have music? asks Captain du Couedic.

The Ears nod.

They like music.

Captain du Couedic twiddles a knob on an old fashioned radio.

Classical music blasts out. L'Après-midi d'une Faune.

Just let it wash over you, says Captain du Couedic.

The langourous music washes over the Ears. They fall into a trance.

Three floors below, there is a knock on the door. 

And another and another. Captain du Couedic hears the third knock, which coincides with a lull in the music.

He scrapes his way down the stairs. 

Opens the door of the lighthouse.

Baudin! cries Captain du Couedic. You're wet! Come inside.

Captain Baudin enters, with Saint Roley.

This is my my good friend Saint Roley, says Captain Baudin. He kindly helped me with the directions.

You needed directions! cries Captain du Couedic.

Sadly yes, says Captain Baudin. I had forgotten my compass.

Never mind, says Captain du Couedic. Come up, both of you. The kettle is on, and there is music.

And the Ears? asks Captain Baudin.

You've heard about them? says Captain du Couedic.

That's why we're here, says Saint Roley.

To warn you, says Captain Baudin. 

Come upstairs first, says Captain du Couedic.

They all go upstairs.

The Ears are still swooning.

What's this? says Saint Roley. Have you drugged them?

The somniferous music continues.

Captain du Couedic switches it off.

The Ears prick up. Was it finished?

We have visitors, says Captain du Couedic. I'll fetch some pastries.

He fetches French pastries.

You're being checked up on, says Captain Baudin, taking a pastry. There are those who suspect that the Ears are not here by choice.

Ha ha, laugh the Ears. As you see, we're enjoying a fine life. At night there is music.

Captain du Couedic switches the music back on.

Laa-lalallah-lalalalalaah.....

Arthur will be coming soon with a ladder, says Captain Baudin. Either alone or with a companion.

Let him come, says Captain du Couedic.

Down below, Arthur and Sweezus have arrived at the lighthouse, without the ladder.

I guess we wait for Victor, says Sweezus.

I guess so, says Arthur. Can you hear music?

Yeah, says Sweezus. Debussy. 

They sit on the step listening to surf crashing on nearby rocks, sheoaks susurrating softly and the tinkling dreams of the faun......