Winny's Rewrite (Final Ver.) Based on Black Butler

My name is Angelina Durless, people call me Madame Red.

It is because my hair and clothes are red.

I lost all of those that I love… which makes me feel crazy.

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Why do people always have the things that I cannot even reach?

“What… what did you say?” I could feel my hands holding the cup were shivering.

“We are going to get married soon.” He held my sister’s hand and kissed it as he said it.

You guys won’t know how I feel…

However I do understand though, we do not have a choice in this age.

It is usual to accept it and we must obey if our parents choose our partners for us.

They tell us to marry, we have to.

I love my sister, but at the same time, I hate her too.

Why must she always get those things that are so far away from me!

We have the same parents, but why is it only me that inherited our father’s red hair?

“Your hair is so pretty.  They’re pretty as flowers.”

That was the first time, I started to not hate my red hair.

That was the first time, I learnt how to love others, other than my sister.

Have you ever imagined how I felt, when I noticed you two are in an intimate relationship?

My sister knows I love him.

Surely, no matter how dull you are, it would not be that hard to realize that?

Yes… you did realize that started from a long time ago, but you just could not lie to yourself.

You could not hide your feelings, you could not ignore them.

That was what you wanted to say

I know, humans are selfish.

People always say how much they love a person and what they could do for them, but eventually they were doing those things for their own good only.

“Ann… I’m really”

“Don’t say that.  Please, just don’t say anything.  I know what you’re thinking, but let’s just let it go.” I put my finger on my sister’s lips, stopping her from saying the words that didn’t want to hear.

At that moment, I did not think it necessary to say anything.

Sometime later, I met another person.  Another one that I might love.

In truth, I started to go out with him because he and that person alike.

I mean inside, not appearance. 

Their personality.

They were both gentle and cultivated… and could tolerate what others would not be able to.

I felt like I am a human, when I was with them.

Also, both of them said they liked my red hair.

Maybe all I wanted was just someone that can accept me, as myself.

I wanted someone to stay beside me, who will just look only at me.

Maybe that was the only thing I wanted?

“Angelina… will you stay with me forever?”

I answered “yes”.  Indeed I still could not understand why he asked me to marry him.

He knew it, that I was always looking through him, seeking for someone else.

The person living in my heart… was not him.

“Watch out…! Ann!”

On a sudden day, our carriage crashed with somebody’s car.

Our baby was gone.  So was he.

Don’t leave me alone.  Didn’t you say that we will always be together?

Then why are you gone now?

Didn’t you say that you don’t mind that I love someone else?

“Is it just a joke? Urh…!” I lost control, then I swept the flowers and other items onto the floor.

“Don’t… calm down! Ann! Angelina!” “She’s right, calm down sweetheart.”

“Hahah… calm down? You two telling me to calm down?! How can I do that? I’ve got nothing now! Nothing! Not my husband, not my baby! Not even my… uterus! I can’t have another baby anymore!”

I had just realized that relying on someone is so terrifying.

I needed that person… a lot more than I had ever thought.

When did this all happen?  When did I start to lay my eyes on him?

Oh… no, I should know that more than the others.

Until the accident, I did not recognize his importance.

Maybe people always desire something that they cannot touch.

The further they are, the more you love it… and hatred.

The things that are close to you are like rubbish.

I think those untouchables seem beautiful because you can’t get close to them… and you know nothing about them.

Humans are not perfect. 

They just cannot be!

People won’t recognize how precious they are… until they are lost.

“Rachel… Vincent……”

I cannot believe… who is it… how could they do this to me?

Is it that entertaining to take people from me, one by one?

What do I have left…?

I became a doctor, after I’ve lost all my loves.

At least I want to do something for the others… so that they can live happily.

However… I have just found out that all humans are rubbish. 

They should all die.

What kind of women are they?  They just throw away those things that other people cannot have.

How can they say that?  Babies couldn’t make choices by themselves but they are still alive.

Those husband stealers are wicked witches.

If you do not want them, do not go to bed with men.

If this is the case… I will do it by myself.

I will get rid of all of those bad women.

If you do not want them I will get rid of them… but you will have to go with them.

”Go to hell!!”

I’m so stupid… I shouldn’t show any sympathy to others.

Even if I have to work this out by myself I’m still doing it.

I’ll get rid of those evil prostitutes with my own two hands!

-Phantomhive House-

It’s been a long time since the last time I’ve seen Ciel, my dearest nephew.

So I decided to go visit him and his new butler.

“Oh hohoho Ciel!  How have you been?”

“Madame Red… I told you many times don’t mess up my hair.” Ciel was pushing me away but I can see the little redness on his cheeks.

Oh my lovely boy.

It was a miracle. 

Everybody died in that fire but only Ciel was alive.

Is it because the angels are protecting him?

Ciel is the precious one left beside me.

If I lose him, I’m really not going to live any more…

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My name is Grell Sutcliffe.

I am a Grim Reaper from the dispatch Management Division and recently my work decreased so I am a little bored.

So I decided to go upstairs… to the human world.

I have been a human before, so I know they are interesting.

I wonder how everything is nowadays?

I’ve heard that the Queen controls the world… but I do not think that is the case.

There should be something a lot more amusing, don’t you think so?

Not surprisingly, I found an interesting woman that can fill up my time.

She herself is a boring person, but what she does always amazes me.

-Dispatch Management Division-

“My dearest William, I’m going.” Grell finished his words with a blown kiss.

“Please… can you leave, immediately?” As usual, William used his scythe, which is a double-sided clipper to adjust his glasses, so that they do not fall off.

“Oh…just once, can’t you go along with my act? You’re so heartless!” He is still tempting to swoop down on him.

“Grell Sutcliffe… don’t make me say it again, I…”

“Okay, okay, I’m going! Don’t miss me too much… honey.” Grell could feel the murderous atmosphere coming from the man so he escaped just in time.

-Human world-

“It’s so boring… mainly because there are not many handsome boys in the human world.  Well, what should I do now… em?” Grell was grumbling sitting on top of the roof but then he saw something unusual happening on the ground.

“Oh well oh well… looks like something interesting is happening.” So that is why many people’s souls are flying away rapidly in this recent period.

“Hi! You did a thorough job didn’t you?” Grell jumped off the roof and spoke to the lady in a deep red.

“Huh…?! Who is it?!” It seems like the lady did not expect someone to appear suddenly so she was shocked and turn her neck round towards Grell.

“Oh oh oh don’t be that afraid! I won’t bite you. I’m only interested in handsome people but you’re not, so…” He blew a kiss again.

“What is funny about this…?! Go die…!”

“Oh my dear! I didn’t think humans like you have the potential to kill a reaper.” Grell grabbed the lady’s surgical knife, using his other hand to hold her neck.

If you look closer you can see that the lady is in red, even if you could not see the blood. 

It was hard to figure out where the blood ends and her body begin.

…but Grell Sutcliffe loves red.

He loves nothing other than red.

“I’m not interested in women… but I like you.” Grell pulled the lady’s red hair and said.

“What are you…” The lady tried to resist but it did not work.

“Hum… what do you think of starting a partnership?”

Grell Sutcliffe is a grim reaper, so he does not think much even when someone dies in front of him.

Madame Red’s situation is a little difficult to explain.

Maybe she had been through a lot of inhuman experiences so she turned into a ‘reaper’.

If Grell said he would give her a help, why should she decline?

Isn’t it a good idea?

At that moment, she just thought like that.

Simple.

Grell doesn’t like women, but he just loved Madame Red’s murdering act.

So Grell Sutcliffe became Madame Red’s assistant.

A lady called Angelina Durless.

These two started to appear frequently and people from the news called them ‘Jack the Ripper’.

-One month later-

“Mr Spears, Mr Sutcliffe was… please read this report!” The little reaper was too anxious and he left the letter in front of William’s desk.

“What happened? ” He opened the letter.

“Grell you idiot… don’t leave me a this mess!” William was usually calm but he is filled with anger now.

“Madame Red I’m going out now… you can finish the work by yourself. By the way I’m going to your sleep at your nephew’s villa.” There were pink hearts popping from his eyes when he finished this sentence.

“Sleep at Ciel’s villa? What? I can’t believe it you are so shameless! You just can’t leave him alone…” Madame Red held her surgical knife tight and walked backwards while speaking.

“No… no way! Of course I’m not interested in that little kid! My target is my lovely Sebastian!” Grell got mad.

“Oh… you should have said it earlier. I just thought you’re abnormal… well something similar.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit rude?”

“Just go…! Be careful about Sebastian though.”

Everybody knows who is ‘Jack the Rippers’ now.

That’s all Sebastian’s fault. 

He’s too clever and mysterious.

Me and Madame Red knew Ciel was snooping around about our case, but we didn’t know he’s gone that far already.

So… we are in this kind of dilemma now.

Oh well, maybe it’s not me just Madame Red.

I don’t think this situation makes me feel interestied but that’s all.

No other additional feelings.

“What are you doing? Kill him, Madame Red.” Grell raised his voice and there was impatience on his face, but Madame Red did not see that.

“No… I can’t! I cannot do this! He’s my…! O…” Madame Red spurted out a lot of blood and she couldn’t finish what she wanted to say.

“Don’t try to be sympathetic. I thought you weren’t such a superficial woman. I thought you were different but it looks like I’m wrong. I’m too disappointed in you. ” He pulled out his chainsaw-like scythe from her body and blood splattered everywhere.

Ciel’s your nephew so you can’t kill him? 

Or you’re going to say he’s your son?

Don’t be ridiculous.

No matter how intimate your relationships are, you still have to live individually.

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My name is Ciel Phantomhive.

My parents died when I was a child.

They must have been murdered… by someone, or some kind of organizations I guess.

That was the reason why I made a deal with the demon.

I named him Sebastian, and gave him a new position that would be convenient whenever I need him.

Sebastian the demon, my new butler.

It was just the right time because Tanaka was too old for work.

However, he told me he had no place to go to, so I allowed him to stay at my house.

I work for the Queen so that I can get updated news… to help me find out who murdered my parents.

I will need Sebastian’s help for that.

All I need is the truth. 

The earthling might think I am crazy but I do not care.

Especially after my last relative, Madame Red has died… this kind of feeling just gets stronger.

Madame Red… or maybe I should call her Aunt Angela.

She’s not my mother, but I know she treat me as her son.

I… I loved her too.

To an orphan like me, she’s my relief.

She gave me all the things she could.

What should I do if everyone I knew has died?

If you ask about Lizzie, my fiancée I would say yes she is important to me, but not as much as the people who are no longer by my side. 

Elizabeth Middleford really tried hard to become my family, but I couldn’t put her into my heart. 

I am unlucky, but at the same time I am also fortunate.

In fact people would think I am crazy to consider myself as a lucky person, but I am certain that not a person knows Sebastian’s real identity, otherwise they are dead already.

I said I am unlucky, because I lost my dearest parents when I was just a few years old.

However I am lucky because I am a child but it is still the truth, that I am a noble.

An untouchable person at the top of the hierarchy.

I am a child but people unwilling to accept this could do nothing to me because I am working for the Queen and I have a person to help me at night.

I was on my way to my Aunt’s funeral. 

She died… because of me.

Sebastian said it was not my fault but it was.

She might not have to die if I was killed.

“You shouldn’t have been born!”

When I heard this, I just couldn’t move.

How should I react?

I have never thought this would happen.

I have never thought… she would have said something like that.

I was right.

She did not hurt me.

However people didn’t know that I actually just hope I could be wrong...

Even in that kind of dilemma.

I was not frightened because of death, but I would be hurt if what she said to me is real.

Madame Red is my Aunt, but you can also say she is my mother.

Yes, maybe this is the more appropriate word that should be used.

As I stepped my foot into the Church, noises started to spread, from corner to corner.

“Look at him… look what he brought! The red dress! He didn’t even know that he should be respectful to the dead!”

I ignored what the others were saying, there was only one important thing I desired to do.

No matter how the others think, I knew this is the only thing I could do for her.

I carried the long and grand red dress and started towards the glass coffin.

I used this dress to cover her, covered her body clothed in white.

I took out a flower from my pocket and put it on her red hair.

“White doesn’t suit you. You look beautiful only in Red only, Madame Red.” I used my hand to comb her hair and kissed her on the cheeks as I said this.

“Sebastian, I’m leaving now.” As I said, I jumped off the coffin.

-Phantomhive house-

“So, what are you doing here Lau?” I stared at Lau.

Lau is a noble from China who owns his own company and do trades with people… apparently.

He’s a mysterious man who always keeps his eyes closed and wouldn’t show any expressions on his face.

Usually, he just smiled without heart.

“Oh… I was just wondering who killed Madame Red. On the news it says she was killed by ‘Jack the Ripper’ but I think there might be another story?” Smiled, again.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I looked at his eyes, although I knew I would not be able to read anything.

“Why didn’t you kill her?” Lau pressed both of his hands on my desk and questioned me.

Yes, questioned me.

Like I was a suspect.

“I” Before I could say anything, he interrupted me.

“Ha, just a joke.” He smiled at me and relaxed his hands.

“See you next time, Ciel.” He waved his hands at me as he left the door.

After he left, I turned back and opened the curtain and stared down at some point.

“What is going on? What do you want, Lau?” I grabbed the curtain strongly and closed it violently.

“I won’t let anyone bother me…” I drank one mouth of earl grey and I looked out the window again.

“Sebastian!”

“Yes, my lord.” Sebastian appeared and kneeled down.

There was a silence without any reply.

“Lord?” Sebastian felt strange so he raised his head.

“…Prepare a carriage. We’re going to see the Queen.”

“Certainly, my lord.”

We headed out, but not towards the Queen’s palace.

Before visiting the Queen, we should go to see that person first.

-Undertaker’s shop-

I took off my hat after I have stepped into the room.

“Oh, welcome Ciel.” He gave me a big smile and meant it to look friendly but because his front hair covered his eyes nobody could see him properly.

“It is nice that you’ve come to see me but as you can see I am a bit busy right now, you know…” As usual, he was looking at the parts of some dead bodies and counting them, which made it quite a weird picture.

“I think you know why I am here.” I stared at him.

“…………Ciel, it isn’t good for you to have your hands in something you should not know.” He stopped his hands.

“Are you helping me?”

“Sorry I cannot help you further more.”

“Alright, we’re leaving Sebastian.” As I said, Sebastian helped to put my hat on again.

What am I going to do now?

Go ask the Queen?

No… I have just realized it was an extremely stupid act that I have just done.

“Huh… it looks like there’s still a long way to go.” I sighed.

“I will be right beside you… until your wish come true, my lord.” He said and he smiled like an angel.

Sometimes I think angels and demons are just the same.

No matter what the price is, I will achieve it... until my last breath.

Sarah's Final Re-write, Lord of the Flies, Simon's POV.

This is the exact same re-write as my draft, just had to fix all the typos.

Dear Diary. 18th June 1949, 8.15am
My mum just gave me a soft cover book about the size of my hand. It’s plain black leather (it is probably fake leather, no offense) with hundreds of blank rusty-white coloured pages, you know the pages that pirates draw there maps on? Yeah just like that, except the edges aren’t burnt. She said you were a diary so that’s what I’m calling you. Diary. Apparently I’m meant to write in you whenever I feel lonely and need an extra friend. Like, write my thoughts or something even though you can’t talk back to me... but I may as well start by introducing myself anyway. My name is Simon and I’m 11 years old. I have epilepsy and when I don’t take my medication I get a bloody nose and sometimes start shaking lots. I think my mum gave me you to write in because I don’t like to talk. When other people are around I get really quiet, but I can write and write for days. Mum gave you to me now because our town is in the middle of a war and we have to be evacuated from school today. My mum seems really sad, but I’m excited to go on a plane, it will be my first time. I can hear my mum yelling from the kitchen, it’s time for me to go eat breakfast or else I’ll be late for school. Well, it was nice to meet you diary. Hopefully we’ll talk soon; it could be a few days though with this whole evacuation thing. But I’ll do my best to keep you updated. As my dad would say “Cheerio”.

Dear Diary.
I would write the day and time but I have no idea what day it is let alone what time so sorry about that. And I apologise about my bad handwriting, my hands are shaking out of control. Not because it’s cold, because I haven’t taken my medication. Let me tell you about my day Diary, well what I remember of it anyway. I was sitting in class when all of a sudden we heard a loud and thundery BANG like thunder followed by a trail of smoke gliding through the outside of our school. The war at our town had come sooner than it was meant to and we had to be evacuated onto planes as soon as possible. Our teacher was trying to be calm but I could see the nervous sweat start to slide down his face as he rushed us outside. There were kids running and screaming everywhere. All of a sudden I wasn’t excited to go on a plane anymore. As soon as my plane was full of kids we took off... But we weren’t’ the only ones. No matter which way you looked there were little planes above, below in front and behind us. It was only a matter of time before they started shooting at us. And that’s all I remember. I woke up with a headache and covered from head to toe in dirt… That was the smallest of my worries. My main worry is WHERE THE HELL AM I! It’s obvious I’m on an island; I can see the ocean that looks out to nowhere. To my left there are rocks, all perfectly piled up on each other, by accident though. To my right there is thick bush and I’m guessing that’s where the thorn I plucked out of my behind earlier is from. When I look up, it’s like a jungle with trees swaying in the wind and the vines tying them all together. There seems to be no one else around... To any other boy this would be frightening. But I like to be alone, I always have. My mum use to worry about me but I’m much more comfortable when it’s just me I have to talk to, or you, Diary. Wait there a second, I think I can hear something... I just ran and climbed up the rocks, I can see down on the beach a small figure blowing into something. It’s like a loud horn noise. The other boys from the plane I was in must be here also. As much as I’d just love to stay and lie here, I better go see what it’s all about. Talk soon Diary.

Dear Diary
I have a lot to catch you up on! By the time I fought my way down through the dense bush and down to the horn noise (Which was actually a conch, and has now turned into our talking conch, like whoever holds it gets to talk, or else we all just talk at once) anyway where was I.. Oh right, there were already lots of boys down there. I recognised most of them from the plane even though they were covered with mud and cuts just like me, nothing serious though. All the boys looked to be 13 and under. The two oldest boys are called Jack and Ralph. Jack is the leader of some younger boys called the “littluns” and they all belong to a choir. Us older ones are called the “biguns”. When I first got down there we stood in line and took turns saying our name but when it got to my turn I got really dizzy and fainted. When I woke up I noticed the boys had moved me to shade and they were talking about how we need a leader. We all voted and Ralph won, I voted for him because I really like him. Jack wasn’t happy. The boys thought I fainted because of the heat and maybe because I was scared but I know it was because of my epilepsy. Ralph our new leader said his dad works in the navy and he’ll be looking for us but for now we should explore the island. Ralph decided him and Jack should go because they are the oldest but they needed one more to go and look with them. Everyone put their hand up at the chance except for me but Ralph chose me anyway. When I stood up to go I heard a few of the other boys whispering things like “queer” and “batty”. I don’t know what those words mean because we don’t use those words at my school.

Dear Diary
This island we are on, it’s magical! Tropical, my mum would say. We are surrounded with lagoons, reefs, mountains and jungle. It’s roughly boat-shaped and almost like a playground. We found fruit to eat and we saw a pig, well we heard it first. It came right up to us so Jack got his knife out but for some reason he didn’t kill it. It was almost like he was too scared, he would never admit that though. We got back down and Ralph blew the conch again to let the other boys know we were having another meeting. By the end of the meeting we had a plan. Jack and his boys were going to gather the food while the rest of us built shelters. Ralph also said it is very important to build a fire so we have a constant smoke signal passing over our island in case any planes or ships go past. He said we will be taking turns at keeping the fire going because it’s our main chance of getting rescued. We lit the fire with one of the boy’s glasses, his name is Piggy. Littluns Sam and Eric (twins) watched the fire first and the rest of us went swimming. We didn’t swim much but used the water to clean ourselves. It’s time to go to sleep now in the shelters we built today. Good night Diary.
P.s. I forgot to tell you, at the meeting today one of the littluns said they had seen a beastie. When me, Jack and Ralph checked out the island we didn’t see anything. Jack said him and his choir will find it and kill it anyway.

Dear Diary
Sorry I haven’t written in a few days, I didn’t have much to say. My last few days involved swimming, eating fruit, re-building shelters and fire watching. But today the first fight happened. A plane went flying over the mountain and Jacks boys were meant to be keeping the fire and smoke signal going but instead they were out hunting the pig with Jack. By the time me and Ralph raced up the mountain the fire had gone out and there was no smoke signal for the plane to see. Even though Jack and his boys did catch a pig, Ralph wasn’t happy. Here’s how the argument went:

Jack: “Look! We’ve killed a pig – we stole up on them – we got in a circle – we crept up, the pig squealed”

Ralph: “You let the fire go out”

Jack: “We can light the fire again. You should have been with us Ralph. We had a smashing time. The twins got knocked over –“

One of Jacks hunters: “We hit the pig –“

Another one of Jacks hunters: “- I fell on top –“

Jack: “I cut the pig’s throat, you should have seen it! We’ll go hunting every day!”

Ralph: “You let the fire go out.”

Jack: “We had to have them in the hunt, or there wouldn’t have been enough for a ring around the pig. The fire’s only been out an hour or two. We can light it up again”

Ralph was staring at the ground. You could see his face turning red.

Jack: “You should have seen the blood!”

Ralph: “There was a plane. There was a plane! Out there! You said you’d keep the fire going and you let it out!”

Ralph then took a step towards Jack, who turned and faced him. All us other boys were sitting there in silence.

Ralph: “They might have seen us! We might have gone home. You and your blood, Jack Merridew! You and your hunting! We might have gone home!”

After the argument, we re-lit the fire and cooked the pig. Jack didn't let Piggy eat any because he didn’t help hunt, but neither did I, so I gave Piggy some of mine. I don’t think I should have done that though because Jack screwed up his nose and eyes and stared at me. I’m sitting up on a hill by myself while I’m writing this. I wandered off from the group like I have been the last few days. The boys never ask why I leave or where I’m going because I always come back. I guess they just think I’m going for a swim or to get more food but I just like to get away for a bit and be by myself. Lucky I have you to understand me Diary.

Dear Diary
This morning one of the “littluns” (a different one to last time) said they saw the ‘beastie' again last night hanging around our shelter. I nervously took the conch because I had something to say. The only other time I have spoken in front of these boys was on the first day when I had to say my name. This is what I managed to spit out “Maybe there is no actual beast, maybe the beast is within us?” My comment was quickly ignored. But I truly believe that there isn’t a beast. I have seen nearly every part of this island and I have seen it on my own. Surely if there was a beast I would have seen it by now? Or it would have come after me and at least tried to scare me. I am an easy target, a little boy walking around by myself without a weapon. All the talk about the beast got Jack very fired up and all he wanted to do was go hunting and kill the beast. Ralph talked him out of it and instead he said that all the ‘bigguns’ should go looking for it. Piggy stayed back to look after the ‘littluns’ and we all set off into the bush. Piggy can’t run or go for big walks because he has something called ‘ass mar’?
We had been searching for hours with no sign of a beast anywhere and then we found a big lagoon area surrounded with sand and rocks. Jack kept saying it would be the perfect place to build a shelter and make a fort. When it started to get late, Ralph asked if someone could go back down and tell Piggy that we may be a while because Piggy gets scared easily. I shot my hand up into the air; actually, I was the only one who wanted to go back down the bush. So here I am again sitting in the bush by myself, writing. The others are going to keep climbing up past the lagoon to a place that none of us have been to yet because it looks too hard to get up and over the cliff. I better go down and let Piggy know what’s going on. He will be getting worried.

Dear Diary
I woke up this morning to long hair and painted faces. Jack and his choir boys have left the group and made new shelters in a different part of the mountain…I bet it’s in that lagoon part of the mountain we found yesterday. They call themselves ‘the hunters’ because all they want to do is hunt and kill the beast. My mum would call them a “bunch of savages”. They have made new sharp sticks to kill the beasts with and many of the other boys have joined Jack because he promised them meat for every meal. I stayed with Ralph, along with Piggy and the ‘littluns’ Sam and Eric. Ralph has gone to talk to Jack at his new base and I’ve wandered into the bush to give you an update. It all started last night when the boys returned home from looking for the beast. They were out of breath but still trying to spit out everything they saw. The littluns were screaming, one was even crying I think as Ralph was spitting out sentences but all I managed to hear was:

“The beast had teeth”
“Big black eyes”
“And a big white cape”
“I don’t think we’d fight anything that size, we’d hide. Even Jack would hide.”

It was that last statement that got Jack fired up and the argument went out of control. Jack became obsessed with hunting the beast and killing it. He didn’t even want a fire anymore, did he not want to be rescued? I want us to all be back together as one group again. I’m going to go find the beast they saw last night. I’m going to try and talk to the beast. Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt us. Maybe he’s as scared as we are.

Dear Diary
You’ll never guess what I just found! I went to the exact place that Ralph and Jack said they saw the beast. It wasn’t an easy climb, I think I’m bleeding but that’s the least of my worries. By the time I got to the top of the rocks I could see everything. First I saw a big white sheet. It had a lot of rips and cuts all through it and I could also see a whole lot of strings connected to it. I had studied these in school one, it’s called a parachute. People wear them when they jumped out of planes so they can drop slowly and land on the land safely. And then that’s when it hit me. The beast that the boys had seen last night was just this man with a parachute on his back. When I got down closer I could see the man. It was obvious he was dead but I could still see the uniform he was wearing. He must have been the pilot driving our aeroplane but he managed to jump out just before it crashed. I wonder if he had been here the whole time. I wonder if we had found him earlier maybe we could have saved his life. At that moment a big gust of wind came and blew the parachute up dragging the man along with it and that’s when I saw it. The teeth, the big black eyes and the white cape. What the boys thought was the beast was actually just our dead pilot being pulled by his parachute. I’m excited to run down and tell the boys the good news that there’s no beast after all! Maybe things will go back to normal now and we can just work on getting rescued. I can hear the boys down at Jacks base by the lagoon. They are chanting something that sounds like “Kill the beast”. It’s starting to rain now so I better get going before you start getting wet diary. Cheerio!

Dear Simons Diary
It was dark. There was rain, thunder, fire. Jack had started the chant “Kill the beast, kill the beast, kill the beast.” So everyone joined in, even Sam and Eric, even Piggy and I. Simon was always so quiet that I didn’t know he was missing. I thought we were all accounted for. We were all dancing around the fire with our sharp sticks chanting and Jack got everyone pumped up to go and kill the beast. The thunder got louder and the rain got heavier. All of a sudden the beast busted through the bushes and onto the beach right in front of us. Well, we thought it was the beast. Without even getting a glimpse of the figure, all of the boys went running towards it with their sticks in the air and started stabbing. Everyone was in attack mode, it all happened so fast. The stabbing went on for at least 5 minutes until the boys knew there was no chance the beast could still be alive. They backed away and there floating in the water of the lagoon was one of our own, Simon, dead. How were we supposed to know that the beast running out of the bush was actually Simon? It doesn’t matter now anyway, we had murdered him. Within minutes Simon’s body was washed out to sea, never to be spoken of again. I’m sorry Simon, I can never forgive myself for this. But you have gotten the easy way out of getting off this island. May you rest in peace.

From Ralph

Gabriel's Rewrite- Final

The young missionary was nervous; nervous because he had heard more than he had seen, nervous because he was going in alone and nervous because this was what he had been waiting to do for many months. He was to travel to the new settlement on the eastern coast and to teach the natives, teach them to read, teach them to write, to teach them about God. Such excitement he had never experienced and hoped that all he had imagined would be true.

When he arrived at the settlement he was surprised; he had imagined a few huts and larger meeting hall but what he saw was a bustling settlement closer to what his village in Britain, wooden houses had been constructed for families to live in, a larger building seemed to be the hospital and next to that a building of a similar size but with a large cross adorning the peak of the roof. The door was closed; the man who had driven the carriage explained to me that the Minister, a military representative and Maori Chief were discussing the suppression of guerrilla forces.

Inside the doors an intense discussion of tactics was taking place the Maori chieftain named Te Kirangi was becoming enraged.                                                                                                                                          “They will not give up their land peacefully; sending the boy in will do no good he is uneducated and inexperienced with such matters! Such foolishness will certainly lead to conflict.”

The reverend who went by the name of Williams jumped in “ We do not need to rush the process, perhaps we can send him as an envoy, allow him to get some standing within the tribe, establish a relationship with the tribe”

“How is that going to allow us to move in and establish our control? That’s what this is about; if we cannot prove that they have intentions that are anti-government we cannot get what we need. Sending in an envoy to get closer to the tribe will give the appearance that they are working with us.” The military representative was a nasty grey haired man; Colonel Richardson a man with little tolerance for the Maori people and an even greater passion for power.

The issue being discussed was that of the Ngati Tuhoi tribe and the land they were in possession of; land which was rich in natural resources, much needed by the settlers.

“We will send the young missionary in our stead, allow him to make contact, establish a relationship with the tribe, allow him to find out what he can about their supplies and from there we shall make our move; but not until he has returned safely, with the information we need.” The Colonel stated. He was the most senior of the three members in the discussion as Chief Te Kirangi had already established an alliance with the government.” He is to leave at first light tomorrow.”

The young missionary strolled around the settlement, smiling and greeting people as he passed. Many of the people in the village were of European descent but he was surprised at the number of Maori who were present in the settlement too, he had heard that the government had an ally nearby in Chief Te Kirangi. He was glad; this gave them an established base from which he could begin his mission without worry of conflict in his new backyard. A young Maori boy called out to him “Father, Father, they want to see you” He followed the boy back the way he had come and up the path to the church. Inside he greeted the trio, a handshake for the two Europeans and a hongi with the chief.

“We are very glad to have you here, I have been in dire need of assistance and your arrival comes at an opportune moment. Reverend Williams explained. “We are in need of a missionary to travel to the Ngati Tuhoi and establish a government presence, we need diplomacy between the government and the tribes but so far we have been short on volunteers”

“Gladly Father, it has been my dream that I should be able to travel and share my knowledge with the natives”

“That is good news my son, Raka will show you to your quarters. Get some rest for you depart tomorrow.” The Father said softly.

The young missionary took up his quarters in a small hut in close proximity to the church, a bed, a bible was all that awaited him but after a long day of travel and new experience after laying his head down on the hay he could scarcely keep his eyes closed and drifted away into a deep slumber.

He was awoken at daybreak by the young boy who had called out for hi yesterday. He assumed this was the Reverend’s messenger boy, or perhaps he was already training to become a cleric. He lead him to the stables where the Reverend and the Chief were waiting. “The Pa is a two day ride from here, the journey should be straight forward and we have provided a map to guide you, a musket to protect you and some potatos and dried meats so you will not go without food.” said Reverend Williams.

The missionary assured him he had knowledge of maps and a good sense of direction as well, he selected a strong mare from the stable, fixed the saddle and strapped on his travel pack.

 “You’re arrival will be unexpected so do not be surprised if you are met with animosity from the men. The chief is an educated man however and he will understand that you are a man of God with good intentions. Be certain however not to make give any inclination of land confiscation, although they have not allied with government forces, they have shown no hostility and as such we have no right to take their land. You are to educate and to learn so keep your ears open to the goings-on of the Iwi. Good luck and God’s speed.”

And so the young missionary began on his mission, aided with his compass and a map he proceeded for most of the first day without incident the bush around him was dense and at certain points he’d had to turn around to find another way. However, the second day of travel began badly, his horse had gotten ill, possibly from something it had eaten off the bush and had collapsed, whining and neighing in obvious distress. With no knowledge of animal medicine he did not want the horse to suffer unduly and decided he would have to put it out of its misery and continue the mission on foot. He was nervous and concerned with how much longer the journey would take but he had faith that God alongside his musket would keep him safe.

He continued on, exhausted and lost, the bush seemed to stretch out forever in front of him and with only a basic bearing and no horse the second day ended with the young missionary no closer to reaching his goal. As he searched for a location to camp out his footing gave way and he fell, rolling and tumbling to the bottom of a ravine, the pack which contained his map and compass had been lost in the fall and the young missionary was unable to move.

The sunlight awoke him the next morning and he was able to move again. He found his pack 20 feet from where he had landed and unfortunately in the fall his compass had broken. Frustrated and angry he yelled to the heavens, but nobody responded, just the endless song of the tui and the melancholic chant of the morepork. He trudged on, no longer aware of where he was he headed back to the top of the ravine and began search for the highest point hoping he could gain his bearing once again. After hours of bush and brief glimpses of mountain tops he began to grow desperate and he began to lose hope of ever reaching the tribe. The sounds of crunching leaves draws his attention, the sound stops immediately as he turns to the noise, not seeing anything he continues his harrowing journey, tense and nervous, he knew the Haas eagle was the only creature in this land that was worth being afraid of, but these were unknown lands, his map, although it was accurate, was of no use to him after losing his compass in the disorienting fall and he had no idea how far or close he was to hostile territory. He had heard in whispers that the Maori who had not allied with the government where not welcoming of the Pakeha, regardless of intentions.

 He continued to search for a vantage point for what seemed like an eternity, the colour green enveloping him from all sides with the glimpses of sunlight becoming less frequent with every step. Two crunches from behind his left shoulder, and the young missionary’s heart nearly came to a stop, spinning he caught a glimpse of a face in the shadows, menacing and angry, and it disappeared. Summoning his courage he shouted at the gap in the brush where the face had appeared.

“Who’s there?! Show yourself, you coward!”

More crunches, like the person to whom the face belonged was sprinting, unafraid of being heard now he moved quickly through the bush, the missionary was turning his head so fast to catch a glimpse of the man that he nearly made himself dizzy when all of the sudden the warrior leaped from the bush and approached with his chest puffed out and his tongue seemingly separated from his mouth for how far it was protruding. In his hand he held a club, pure white except for the Paua shells glittering on the handle. The sight nearly made the young missionary faint, but realising he wouldn’t be able to negotiate his way out of it, he made a quick prayer to God and decided he would break his peaceful vow and stand up for himself. With no chance of survival if he did not the missionary decided to attack first, running at the warrior and attempted to tackle him to the ground, but the warrior was too fast and skipped to the side, delivering a vicious blow to the young man’s shoulder blade. Wincing, but with a surge of anger he turned and ran at him again, fists wailing and bellowing at the top of his lungs the warrior diligently side stepped the attempt and connected with a brutal kick to the face as the missionary fell.

He felt as though this was the end of his journey that this would be the last face he ever saw. Turning skyward he waited for the face of his assailant to appear when without warning a vicious crack and the warm feeling of blood on his face. Having felt no pain, he was in shock to see the warrior’s body crumble under his own weight, behind him stood a beautiful woman, dressed in a warriors outfit, breasts exposed and her moko of such rich detail spoke of a powerful presence.  Without uttering a word she turned and made her way back from where she had come.

“Wait! Who are you?!”  The missionary yelled out after her, and knowing if he continued on his own the likelihood of him surviving the night was close to nil. So he gave chase, tripping over tree roots and hanging vines he could only keep his eye on her, not gaining, nor loosing pace until she turned in one swift movement.

“I do not know what you seek Pakeha, but I assure you following me will lead you only towards more trouble, our tribe will not make any deals with your thieving government.”

“I seek only to educate, to teach your people the ways of God and so the violence may cease and together, the Maori and the Pakeha may find peace. Your people are in need of teaching, we can teach cloth making to the woman, teach the men advanced methods of hunting, weaponry and warfare” The missionary explained, doing his best to keep his voice under control as his heart pounded underneath his shirt so loudly he was sure she could hear it.

“These are things which bring nothing but misery to others, we have seen and heard word of the massacres and violence that dealing with the Pakeha has brought other tribes, whether they refuse to side with the government or not. Your people are not peaceful, nor do we need your education, you have nothing to teach us of this land which we do not already know.”

“I do not come as part of the greater cause of the government; I can see that you already speak English which means that you have already accepted at least one learned man into your midst”

She turned reluctantly, “Ok follow me, and try to keep up, I will take you to my father to see what he thinks.”

They walked for hours but with a sense of direction each step became lighter and his outlook more positive, he was on the right track and had already made leeway in introducing himself to the tribe.

2 months had passed since the young missionary had been taken in by Chief Kirangi’s daughter, Ngaio, the Chief had decided he needed time to think about what he was going to do about the arrangements with the Government and with some added convincing from his daughter he was allowed to stay.

The young missionary was quite taken aback by how these people lived, harmonious and in unity with each other and the earth, and he began to believe the God was not in the church, or in the sermons, but He was in nature, He was surrounding them in the beauty of the landscape. As the Kaumatua of the tribe had been discussing strategy, the young missionary and Ngaio had had a lot of time; he had begun to teach the children English as best he could but with no way of writing as his books had been damaged in the fall the progress was slow, he began to wonder how had Ngaio learnt; it was apparent that the others knew little if no English whatsoever, how had she developed such a grasp of the language. He decided that he would have to pursue this intriguing woman more. 

She showed him the land; taught him how to spot tracks and easier ways of moving through the dense brush, taught him how to fish, catch birds and the ancient art of carving. These days were wondrous for the young missionary, he had never imagined that living in a world so far different from his own, one so simplistic, yet so advanced in its culture and understanding of the land. This tribe more so then the Nga Huroi of Chief Kirangi and of any others that he had met had a special connection to Papatuanuku, the Earth Mother, that no matter the offer they would not let the Pakeha impose their will on the land with no understanding of the relationship the tribe had for it.

This had to change, and he was going to aid them. The next day after a fishing trip he approached the Chief with his concerns; about the government’s plans to extort an agreement and strip the land of what it had to bare, and should they not agree the Crown and the Government by the Land Confiscation Act would take the land from them by force.  Using Ngaio to help translate his message to the Chief the young missionary began to explain;

“I was selected to come on this mission because they took me to be naïve, because they assumed I would follow their orders. Even after a few weeks among your people I began to see that this land, and the connection you have with it is more sacred then the forced agreement between your people and the Crown. They will attempt to take this land from force and if I am right and you have decided not to allow the Pakeha influence to spread to your people I will stand beside you, to fight for this land, I have chosen to renounce my quest for God and take my place among your people if you should have me; I can teach my language to your youngsters, allow them to be better prepared for the uncertain future.”

The look on the Chief’s face was not what he had expected; anger and betrayal were struck on his tattooed face as though made of stone. He ordered the young missionary to be tied up and kept prisoner.

Weeks passed and an envoy from the Crown finally arrived, anxious that they had not heard word from the missionary. Of the two men who arrived with the ultimatum of surrender or death only one returned, bearing the head of his companion as a message of defiance to the Government. 

On the evening of the 9th day the sounds of trumpets were heard on the horizon, the sound of a well ordered military force, the clink of metals and the steady left-right-left-right of soldiers marching in time as the ground seemed to shake. The warriors of the Ngati Tuhoi were dispersed in the bushes dug into trenches where the musket balls would not reach. 

The battle that would ensue would leave many of the Ngati Tuhoi dead and a great deal more injured. Ngaio, sensing that this was not the wish of the young missionary released the young missionary from where he was being held and urged him to help her tribe. Knowing that this was the start of a great battle the best thing they could do would be to retreat and seek asylum with an ally to the south.  Getting the message through to her stubborn father was not easy and only after seeing another group of his warriors blown up from cannon fire did he decide to retreat.

The Ngati Tuhoi retreated and took refuge to the south, vowing that the Pakeha would not maintain control of their land for long.

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The young missionary would become a great ally to the Ngati Tuhoi as them and  Chief Kirangi, now fugitives from the Crown would inspire the resistance of the Maori people in the Waikato region and eventually lead to the establishment of Maori Royalty.

Xin(Eve)`s Rewrite for 'A Passage to India’ movie (Draft)

(This movie was made based on the original novel written by E. M Forster, which is full of culture clashes during the time of Britain’s colonisation in India.)
After India was colonised by Britain, a significant number of British officials held very important positions of power and influence in Chandrapore, a city located in the state of Bihar, and founded by the British in 1771 on the wide Ganges River.

The elegant and sophisticated English ladies, Mrs Moore and Miss Adela Quested, have come to Chandropore all the way from Britain to meet the magistrate of Chandrapore who is Mrs Moore `s son Ronny, who also happens to be Adela’s fiancé. These two English ladies have been attracted by the Indian culture even while living in England. While sitting in the carriage of the train, Adela imagined how happy Ronny would be to see her the next day when they would arrive in Chandropore.


“What a trying day we’ve had, my dear!” Mrs Moore commented as she looked into Adela`s eyes warmly and added, “Why don’t we just relax and not bother worrying about Mrs Tutor’s words.” Mrs Moor could see some worry in Adela`s eyes and was trying to comfort her. Somehow she always knew what to say to make Adela feel better. “Yes, dear mother, she is so dreadful, I’m not going to expect her to give us any insightful stories about India on the journey to Chandropore.” Mrs Moore certainly agreed, with a sour face.

“Not to worry now, my dear. You’ll meet your “Mr Charming” tomorrow. Good night” Mrs Moore said as she settled to sleep in the rocking carriage.

“Good night, mother.” Adela replied, and went with a sweet smile into her dream.

The train crossed the hills to arrive safely at the destination, where a large number of Indian and British officers waited to welcome their highly respect passengers. Ronny had waited with great expectation for the impending visit of his mother and fiancé. He was exited to show them his adopted city and place of work. He had missed his fiancé Adela terribly since he had been stationed in India and often recalled the day he met her with her Aunt, when he was with his mother in the Lake District in England. Finally he saw his mother waving to him excitedly. Mysteriously a pair hands covered over Ronny’s eyes from behind and sweetly said: “Hello, gentleman, looking for someone in particular?”. He answered: “Yes, my fiancé. Kindly release me stranger.” Ronny and Adela both laughed happily after he turned and faced Adela looking into her eyes longingly. Mrs Moore had never seen these two individuals happier than this before, and she felt that her trying journey was really worth it the couple reunited.

After dispensing with the formalities of greeting both British and Indian dignitaries and officials, Ronny guided Mrs Moore and Adela to a waiting vehicle which would take them to his residence named “Fairholme” near the famous Marabar Hills. Both ladies were pleasantly surprised by the hustle and bustle of the streets of Chandropore however Ronny tried to shelter them form this as he felt it was overwhelming. Upon their stately arrival at Farholme, one of the many Indian servants prepared the “essentially” British cup tea to wash away the tiredness of the journey for the ladies. Mrs Moore retired to her room for an afternoon nap. Being on their own Ronny and Adela started a conversation and Ronnie asked Adela “How do you feel about the Marabar Hills and Caves?”

“Based on what I have read in England, they are quite magnificent feats of nature, extraordinary mysteries … I’ve been wondering if I would have a chance to see their beauty. You know you are lucky to work in such a beautiful place with such glory Adela commented.. Adela imagination had become intoxicated with the thought of the Marabar Hills and caves and all the mysterious Indian fairytales she had read of before.

“Lucky? After a few days, you wouldn’t say so, my lady” Ronny whispered.

“I’m sorry, beg your pardon.” Adela could not clearly hear what Ronny said a gust of wind blew onto the sheltered balcony where they were standing.

“Nothing, my dear, just afraid it`s too cold here, let`s go inside and have a rest, and prepare for another day coming.” Ronny carefully took his coat off and put it around Adela`s shoulders. Adela could feel a slight rosy heat on her cheeks while Ronny, gently guiding her, as they both moved into the house. Under the Indian moon she had the most peaceful sleep she had had in recent days.

The next day was an exciting and busy day for them. Ronny escorted the ladies to significant sites such as the church, hospital, war memorial museum, and army barracks. To end their journey they accompanied Ronny to the courthouse and sat in the audience while observing him pass the final judgement on an Indian prisoner.

A club party held in honour of welcoming the British guests to the city. The gusts danced to , the sound of tradition classic English music played by a band on stage. Mrs Moore appeared to enjoy it however Adela unfortunately didn’t. She had expected an evening of adventure possible including some Indian. She had listened to this type of such music a thousand times in England, and she was so bored that she almost dozed off in company. Mrs Moore noticed that and gently nudged her and whispered “my dear, I know it is boring for you, however, these English officials miss England so much, this may be their way of not becoming homesick. Believe me, dear, if you were away from home for such a long period of time, you too would miss the things from home and you wouldn’t find it boring at all.” “Yes, mother, I deeply apologize”. Adela felt a bit embarrassed.

After ten minutes, she dozed off again. “I am sorry mother.” She again apologised. Mrs Moore smiled and comforted her saying: “no need to apologise my dear, it`s boring for you young girls just fresh from England. I understand that you are looking for some adventure in a foreign land”. Adela smiled and nodded as she had found a bosom friend. She was so surprised that her mother-in-law knew her so well, and was so easy to talk to. “I have been to your age, and I know what you are expecting, however life rarely gives us what we want at the moment we consider appropriate. Adventure does happen, but not punctually. Mrs suggested that Adela excuse herself from the party rather than stay and feel bored as it was becoming noticeable.

Adela looked at Mrs Moore and, feeling released, asked: “Really? May I leave at once? I really want to see what the Marabar Hills and caves look like under the moon.” Mrs Moore closed her eyes and saying nothing nodded her head indicating that Adela was excused from her company.

Upon leaving the party Adela walked to the Mosque as it was surrounded by a beautiful garden and had a good view of the Maraba Hills.

Dr Aziz had had a bad day with English people socially, his bicycle had a puncture, and also Aahibi Major A. Calendars did not keep his appointment without even leaving a message to say that he cancelled his appointment. After that, two English ladies rudely took his Tonga away and he had to make his way home on foot.

Dr Aziz washed himself clean as he was preparing himself to pray in the mosque. As he was settling down, he heard slow and gentle footsteps coming towards him, like a woman`s step, or maybe a ghost.

The footsteps came closer and closer and as he turned around he was startled to see a woman in the garden of the mosque. “May I ask who you are, Madam?” He could clearly see the lady`s face and expression, even though he was still not sure if she was a person or a ghost. The lsady`s face was clear in the moonlight, serious but honest, and she was English. “What on earth was she is doing here?” Dr Aziz wondered.

“Miss Adela Quested. I have come with my mother in law to visit her son Ronny, the magistrate of this city.” Adela explained.

“Oh, you mean Mr Headslop?” Dr Aziz confirmed with her.

“Yes, you know him?” Adela said.

“Yes, I am sorry to say so, but I must say it is not a good idea to walk all alone here, Mrs Quested. This is a mosque, and there are many snakes and also leopards coming here from the Marabar Hills.”

“I know, but I really want to see the Marabar Hills from this view. They must be so beautiful.” Mrs Quested said.
“Yes, they are.” Dr Aziz said with pride. “Not only the Marabar Hills and caves, but also the rivers, even though sometimes I see a dead bodies floating past from Benares. There are crocodiles you know.”

“Oh dear me, crocodiles… What a terrible river! But, look how beautiful it is! How did India`s God of nature create this?” Adela replied.

Silver Moonlight lit the river`s surface while a gentle wind blew from the Marabar Hills and caves to the river, making small rippling waves. The Benares River looked even more beautiful than during the day, as if even a rupee dropped in it would break the peace and elegance of the river.

“Adela!” someone shouted. “Adela! Where are you?” again. “Adela, can you hear me?” Adela recognised the voice as that of Ronny and hastily bid Dr. Aziz farewell as she turned away she saw Ronny walk toward her. He had a look of panic on his face and clearly was suspicious of the Indian man talking to his fiancé. Adela noticed this and quickly introduced Dr Aziz to him. Ronny politely shook hands with the doctor however there was a tense feeling in the air. As Ronny ushered Adela away from Dr Aziz he gently told her that it was unsafe and not proper for an English lady to be seen speaking to an Indian man in public. He warned her not to let this happen again.

Adela became annoyed at Ronny’s warning and she told him that she did not agree with his point of view and that she would choose to socialise with whoever she wanted. This was the first time in their relationship that they had disagreed on something and was a turning point for Adela.

The vacation continued as normal for both ladies with much site seeing and events for them to attend however Mrs Moore began to feel uncomfortable with the manner in which her British countrymen interacted with the local people. This situation came to a head at a tea party which was arranged by Mr and Mrs Tutor so that Adela and Mrs Moore could have the opportunity to meet local Indian people. Mrs Moore felt that the Indian people at the tea party were ill treated and this was not the way guests were treated by English standards. Ronny felt that Mrs Moore did not realise that the British culture was superior to the Indian culture and that colonisation was the only way to improve India.

At a chance meeting Mrs Moore and Adela meet Dr Aziz and Professor Amritrao while visiting Mr Fielding. At this meeting the subject of re-incarnation comes up and it is clear that both ladies are very interested in learning more. At the spur of the moment, Dr Aziz invites the group and Ronny to dine at his home the next evening. Both ladies are extremely excited to have the opportunity to experience a traditional Indian dinner party and Adela is exited to share the news with Ronny.

Dr Aziz is nervous about having British guests visit his home and he makes a great effort for everything to be perfect for the dinner party. He instructs his man servant to prepare the very best Indian delights and use the best table settings he has to offer. Upon arrival the guests are asked to remove their shoes at the door and they are shown into the dining room. The guests are inviting to seat themselves on the cushions provided. Ronny does not feel comfortable with having to move out of his comfort zone and having to experience something different.
Ronny’s reservations a clearly noticed by the other guest and Mrs Moore and Adela encourage Ronny to at least be polite and make an attempt to accept Dr Aziz’ hospitality. Dr Aziz has gone to the trouble of preparing separate food for Professor Amritrao and once the guest have started dinner it is clear that everyone is enjoying themselves. After the dinner party, Ronny tanks Dr Aziz for the enjoyable evening and tries to offer him money to show his appreciation and help expenses. Dr Aziz is taken aback and refuses the gift from Ronny explaining to him that in the Indian culture one cannot pay for hospitality and that this is a gift shared among friends. This creates a sense of curiosity for Ronny to learn more about the Indian culture and surprises him that this is a similarity between Dr Aziz’ culture and his own.

As his guest are departing, Dr Aziz suggests that the group make the journey to the Maraba Hills together as he knows it is the desire of both ladies to explore the caves. Ronny excuses himself from the trip because he feels it would give a bad impression for the magistrate to be seen as socialising on a personal level with locals. Secretly he wishes that his mother and Adela would also not go along however he remembers the last argument he had with Adela and does not want a repeat of this.

Dr Aziz meets Mrs Moore and Adela at the station and they board the train however Mr Fielding and Professor Amritrao miss the train and so only the three companions begin the journey together. The trip is a great success and all three of companions enjoy themselves.

Late at night Ronny receives a call from the police commander advising him that the father of one of the female Indian servants of Mr and Mrs Tutor has come to the police station and reported that Mr Tutor has sexually assaulted his daughter. It is protocol for the police to take the alleged offender into custody when such a serious accusation is made however the police commander is afraid to do this because Mr Tutor is a British subject. Ronny advises him that the law must be followed regardless of who the offender is. Subsequently, Mr Tutor is taken into custody and remains in prison until the court hearing.

This decision by Ronny causes anger and outrage among the British community in Chandropore. Ronny, Mrs Moore, Adela and Mr Fielding are ostracised by their own countrymen because they agree that what Mr Tutor has done is wrong however the others feel that the matter is not so serious because the servant is Indian. This mentality makes Ronny feel ashamed that his fellow countrymen could behave in this way.

At the court hearing hundreds of Indian supporters turn up to support the victim. The court room is filled to capacity and the crowds line the streets chanting loudly their support for the servant girl. Inside the court room there are also British supporters of Mr Tutor. As Ronny enters the noisy court room silence falls and everyone is attentive to the proceedings. A number of witnesses are called by the prosecutor who is representing the victim and much of the evidence given points to Mr Tutor’s guilt. Finally the young girl is called to testify and tell how events took place. She breaks down emotionally and speaks of the terrifying event and how this will affect her for the rest of her life and has changed her destiny forever. She tells of the shame that this has brought on her family and how she cannot live with the thought.

The build up of these proceedings causes Mr Tutor to stand up and admit he is guilty of the crime he has been accused of. He breaks down and facing the young and her family, he apologises for his actions and ask says that he hopes someday she will be able to forgive him what he has done to her. The girl’s father stands up and breaking the icy atmosphere of the court, he states that this incident is not the fault of his daughter and tells her that she should have no shame. The shame belongs to Mr Tutor for his appalling actions. These are not the actions of a culture that is superior or more advanced or better than the Indian culture. Her father tells her that he loves her now as he loved before the incident and that nothing could ever change that.

After a short break, the court resumes for the verdict to be handed down by Ronny. The court room is so quiet that you could hear a penny drop. Ronny enters the court room, takes his seat, and directs the audience to stand. He finds Mr Tutor guilty of sexual assault on the young woman and sentences him to leave India and never return. He also strips him of his title and orders him to pay the young girl and her family compensation of Thirty Thousand rupees.

There is a gasp from the British gallery and a eruption of cheer and celebration from the Indian gallery. News spreads out onto the streets like wild fire and there is an instant eruption as the streets of Chandropore come alive with celebration. This is not only a victory of good over evil but also a victory of justice over injustice and equality over inequality.

THE END