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♪ In life, in death,
O Lord ♪

♪ Abide

♪ With me

♪ Amen ♪

The first epistle to
the Corinthians, chapter 15.

"Behold, I show you
a mystery.

We shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed.

We shall not all sleep.

But we shall all
be changed.

But I shall not
be changed.

Not chosen.

Not one of His elect.

Dear God...

make me as one
of Thy hired servants.

A place to be of use.

Like Edwina was.

Not rejected.

But strong in Christ.

Edwina?

Edwina!?

Why did you do it?

Such a fearful thing!

To burn yourself.

Alone!

In Hell.

Like the devil!

Chillingborough.

Chillingborough.

She says Uncle Arthur enjoys
his new job

and they both like
Calcutta.

Aunt Fenny.

And she says she's very sorry
and should she come?

- You'll have to write again.
- Yes.

That's the last thing I want.

Oh.

It's for Susan.

I think this must be it --
it's got

a field post office stamp.

Yes, it must be.

It's come, hasn't it?

We think so.

Here you are, darling.

You'll want to take it away.

It's all right.
Just once more.

Go on, fetch!

She's gone to her room.

This is from Count Bronowski.

Isn't that kind?

Put him on B list, Sarah.

We'll give her half an hour.
Then you must go and see.

Mother's washing her hair,
and I thought I'd do mine.

You don't want the bathroom
for 10 minutes, do you?

Was it a letter about Teddie?

Do you want to read it?

May I?

Part of it's about
Captain Merrick.

Captain Merrick?

Can't quite remember.

Read it again.

"Your husband died
as a result of wounds,

having gone forward
under orders.

With him at the time
was Captain Merrick,

who, although himself wounded,
and at risk to his life,

rendered the utmost assistance
to your husband

and stayed with him until
the arrival of medical aid.

Captain Merrick has now been
evacuated to a base hospital

and will shortly be transferred
to Calcutta for further surgery.

It may be of some relief
to you to know

that he reported that
your husband suffered no pain."

I never noticed it before,

but there seems to be
only one picture of him.

Of Teddie?

No, of Captain Merrick
in the wedding album.

That's him, isn't it?

It's only half a face.

Yes, that's Ronald Merrick.

You sure it's the only one?

Perhaps he didn't want
his picture taken.

Oh, everyone likes
their picture taken.

He may have thought of it being
in the newspapers.

And people recognizing him

as the policeman
in the Manners case.

Teddie was terribly upset
about that.

I don't think he ever
forgave him.

But I must, mustn't I?

I'll have to write him
a letter.

It would be a kind thing
to do.

Oh, not kind.

I don't know kind.

I don't know anything.

I'm relying on you to say what's
right and what's wrong.

Shall we have a word
with mother about it?

I'd rather not.

Mother didn't like Teddie.

I knew.

She didn't really want me
to marry anyone

until daddy comes back.

She didn't talk to me,
you know?

Talk to you?

About getting married.

She made Aunt Fenny do it.

I don't think that was right,
do you?

Was there anything
you didn't know?

Tisn't that.

I didn't think about it much.

All that was on the other side.

The other side of what?

What I am now.

I seem to have lost the knack
of hiding what I really feel.

I'm out in the open,
like when you lift a stone

and there's something underneath
running in circles.

Oh, Susan.

Perhaps it's better
than before.

I used to feel like a drawing
that anyone who wanted to

could come along and rub out.

Nonsense!

Everyone else seemed
so sure.

So awfully sure.

And I wasn't.

I thought, if I could make
a life for myself,

a life like theirs, that no one
could come along and rub me out.

Marrying Teddie
was part of it.

The best part.

Even though I didn't
really love him.

Poor Teddie.

He walked straight into it.

That's why he was so pleased

when I wrote and told him
about the baby.

He'd married a girl
with nothing to her,

but having the baby to give
to him

could have made me something.

Who do I give it to now?

The baby's yours.

It's for you!

I suppose the truth is,

people like us were finished
years ago.

We know it, but we go on as if
we thought we mattered.

Why are we finished, Sarah?

Why don't we matter?

Why "we"?

There's too much
about us and we.

We may be finished, or not
matter or whatever it is,

but you matter, I matter.

Stop thinking like this.
You're a person, not a crowd.

How self-assured you are.

I'm not self-assured
at all.

But I do know this --

You matter.

And your baby matters, too.

Yes, I know.

Everything must be done
that can be.

That's something I've been
meaning to ask.

Will you ask Auntie Mabel

if she'd lend me
the christening clothes?

You could ask her yourself.

No, they were yours.
She will if you ask.

Will you be godmother?

I shouldn't make
a very good one.

I don't believe in it.

I know.

But if anything happened to me,
you'd look after the baby.

Nothing's going
to happen to you!

But of course the baby
would be looked after.

I think, after all, it would be
better if you wrote

to Captain Merrick for me.

You could thank him
so much more kindly,

make him understand how much
the Laytons are beholden to him

for what he tried to do
for Teddie,

whatever it was.

Well, if you
prefer it.

Perhaps he's lying somewhere
in Calcutta feeling it badly,

that he was bad luck
for Teddie.

Last time it was only
a stone, but this time...

I think I want to know,

to find out all about it
because I owe it to Teddie.

Captain Merrick will know.

Do you think...

Do I think what?

Do you think it would be nice

if we asked Captain Merrick
to be godfather?

No, I don't.

Why not?

I don't know.

I just don't think
it would be.

Because of people
like Aunt Fenny?

Because she says
he isn't one of us?

No.

Aunt Fenny's in Cal now.

You could go and see him.

You could see Captain Merrick
in hospital and that might help.

It would help him to get better.
He needs something like that.

It said surgery in the letter.

We don't even know
how badly wounded he is.

You know, Teddie told me
that Captain Merrick

never got any letters.

Almost never.

I think that's why he asked him
to be best man.

Teddie was upset about
the stone,

but he had a tender heart.

Well, so have you.

Oh, no.

I've no heart at all.

I'm not anything.

But will you do that
for me, Sarah?

Will you find out where he is
and go and see him?

Yes.

I'll do that.

Are you sure it was her?

I only saw her
for a moment, Barbie.

But I think it was.

I'm told she left her card
at Flagstaff House as well

for General Rankin.

So she's on station,
I suppose.

And she must have left
an address.

It just said,

"Lady Ethel Manners,
Rawalpindi."

That's strange.

But then it's all
so strange.

Keeping that child
with its dark skin

and calling it
Parvati, too.

Well, as a Christian,
I have to say

that child has not
been brought to God.

Will you tell Captain Merrick
about it

when you see him
in hospital?

I might.

That's really why I came.

I'm leaving for Calcutta
in the morning.

Was he badly injured?

Well, the letter said something
about further surgeries,

so we think he might be.

Such an unfortunate young man!

He was in love with her,
of course, the Manners girl.

You'd like to say
goodbye to Mabel.

I think she's indoors.

Eh...

Who is Gillian Waller?

Gillian Waller?

I don't know.
Why?

I thought she might be
a relation.

Mabel keeps
mentioning her.

In her sleep,
of course.

I go in, you know,
to make sure.

She's become
so forgetful.

The light, her book.

She goes to sleep
with her spectacles on.

One's anxious about
an accident,

a breakage, a splinter.

You tuck her up?

She doesn't know.

I like to be sure.

I'm so grateful.

I anticipated
a lonely retirement.

Most of us do
in the missions.

Gillian Waller.

Under her breath.

I thought I ought to ask
someone,

in case it was troubling her.

Not being one of the family.

You almost are.

I'm sorry, Barbie.
I don't know, either.

Come inside.

It's probably
of no significance.

Mabel, it's Sarah.

She's leaving for Calcutta.
She's come to say goodbye.

Hello, Auntie Mabel.

When are you going, then?

Tomorrow.
In the morning.

Where will you stay?

I rang Aunt Fenny.

She can put me up
for a couple of nights.

I thought they lived
in Delhi.

They moved to Calcutta
in January.

Uncle Arthur's got
a new job.

He's a colonel now.

I wanted to ask you something,
as it happens.

Something rather special.

I wanted to ask you about
an old christening gown.

The christening gown?

Yes.

Well, you see...

Oh, can you manage?
Let me help.

It was my mother's.

If you want...

Susan can have it.

Well, no, it's for you to say.

Oh!

Oh, it's exquisite!

They're butterflies.

Caught in a web.

Please take it.

I've meant that you should
have it one day.

Oh, I am awfully grateful.
So will Sue be.

Things shouldn't be kept
if they can't be used.

It's yours anyway.
It says so in my will.

But take it now.

This is the sort of country
in which

British and Indian forces

have been fighting the Japanese in the battle of Imphal.

Imphal itself is the capital
of the state of Manipur

on the Burmese border

and is one of our bases
on this front.

The Jap offensive here
was really more

of a defensive attack by which they hope to spoil Allied plans

for the recapture of Burma.

Our forces, however,
met the enemy thrusts,

and there will be
many of them,

for in country like this,
there's no actual front line.

Most of the first clashes
occurred on the roads,

where the Japs have tried
to establish roadblocks.

Our infantry and tanks,

after heavy
and difficult fighting,

succeeded in driving back
the enemy

and reopening the roads.

Miss Layton.

For Captain Merrick?
I'm Sister Prior.

Am I upsetting
regular visiting hours?

That's all right.

We had a message from your...
uncle?

- Colonel Grace.
- Grace.

He said you'd come
a long way to visit us.

I don't quite get
the relationship.

You are a relative,
aren't you?

No.

Well, I thought it was odd.

I'd always understood
Captain Merrick had none.

Either at home or out here.

He was the best man
at my sister's wedding.

He was wounded at the same time
as her husband was killed.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Is your sister in Calcutta, too?

No. She's at home in Pankot.
In the hills.

She's expecting a baby.

You have come a long way.

I'm sure he'll be glad
to see you.

But I hope you
won't find it necessary

to ask him
too many questions.

We try not to let them dwell
on things.

I haven't come to ask questions,

only to tell him how
grateful we are for what he did.

Captain Merrick was very brave.

He's been recommended
for a decoration.

A medal?

I suppose that serves
some purpose.

I never see what, myself.

I expect that shocks you
with an uncle who's a colonel.

My father's a colonel, too,
and it doesn't.

I'll tell him you're here.

Captain Merrick
will see you now.

Miss Layton.

Hello, Ronald.

I've brought you some fruit.

I hope that's all right.

And some cigarettes.

How is Susan?

Oh, she's fine.
She sent her love.

You in Calcutta for long?

No, I go back
the day after tomorrow.

To Pankot?

Do smoke.

There are some in the drawer.

Mother sent her love,
of course.

And Aunt Fenny.

She and Uncle Arthur
are in Calcutta now.

Can I light one for you?

I'm afraid it involves
rather more than that.

I can't hold anything yet.

These are rather damp,
I'm afraid.

Thanks.

Your hands smell so much nicer
than Sister Prior's.

She's a bit of a dragon.

A very pretty dragon.

It's a good thing
you came today.

They've got other plans
for me tomorrow.

Surgery?

Hmm.

What time
are they doing it?

9:00.

If I rang about midday,

I expect they'd tell me
how it went.

Yes, I'm sure they would.

Then I'll do that.

Thanks.

Do you remember that evening

when I came to say goodbye,
watching the fireflies?

Waiting for them.
Yes, I remember.

I wanted to confess

about the stone that hit
the car.

This time it wasn't a stone...

but it killed Teddie.

- And because of me.
- You're imagining that.

No.

You shouldn't talk
about it.

You don't get better
by not facing it.

I want to tell you.

It began with a fellow called
Mohammed Baksh.

A Jiff.

You know about the Jiffs --

Indian soldiers
who were once prisoners

who turned coat to help
the Japanese?

Yes.
I've heard of them.

There were a lot of them in
the invasion through Imphal.

Officers like Teddie
took it to heart.

They couldn't believe
that Indian soldiers

who'd served the army
for generations

would turn against them
with the Japs.

The regimental mystique.

It goes deep.

It was different for me.

The Jiffs were my special
pigeon.

I wanted prisoners,
prisoners who would talk.

Teddie...

hated it.

Terrified we'd find one who'd
been in his regiment.

An old Muzzy Guide.

And did you?

He'd been captured by a patrol
from one of the companies

probing forward
on our right flank.

The brigadier gave
Teddie and me the job

of getting information
from him.

We found Mohammed Baksh

squatting on his hunkers,
under a tree.

- Hello, Jimmy.
- Hello, Terry, Merrick.

- I heard you wanted the work.
- Been having problems?

I know Japanese, but I'm
a bit short on the Urdu.

You want first go, Ronnie?

The usual questions.

His name, his father's name,
what his job was.

He got confused and nervous,
glancing at Teddie

all the time.

And suddenly I realized.

What he couldn't keep his eyes
off was Teddie's cap badge.

I said...

"Baksh, you're an old soldier
of this officer's regiment.

Aren't you?"

I don't believe him.
I say he's lying.

I know every sepoy
who was with us in Burma.

He's not one of ours.

Ask him his C.O.'s name.

Hostein Sahib.
Hostein.

My God.

An Indian?
That's not right, surely.

It is, you know?

Hostein Sahib is what
they called Colonel Hastings.

So, here was proof.

He told how he'd been captured
by the Japanese

and persuaded to join
the Indian National Army.

He said he and two other
ex-Muzzy Guide sepoys

had managed to escape
while their unit

was pulling out of a village
down the road

but had become separated.

They must be hiding,
scared to come out.

But he gave their names.

Aziz Khan...

and Fariqua Khan.

Now he'd be shot.

And he was glad.

He deserved death for being
disloyal to his uniform.

He begged Teddie to shoot him
there and then.

But Teddie said,
"Listen to me,

Mohammed Baksh.

You're still a soldier.
Act like one!

You've done very wrong,

but I am still your
mother and your father."

The old formula.

Teddie believed it.

He said...

"My name is Bingham.

Remember that."

It was...

a sort of a pledge.

I'm sorry.

Do you think you could help me
to a drink

from that contraption?

All right?

Thanks.

"I am
your mother and your father."

A ridiculous scene,
in a way.

But Teddie meant it.

And Baksh trusted in that.

Only I didn't trust Baksh.

I took the intelligence officer
with me

and went to have a word
with his C.O.

I wasn't certain Baksh
was telling the truth,

that the Jiffs and the Japanese
had pulled out of the village

and that it was safe for
the company to move forward.

I wanted to question him again.

Alone.

But when we got back,

Teddie had gone.

So had Baksh.

And the driver.

And our jeep.

The sergeant on mule and picket duty told us they'd driven off.

They'd gone down the road
towards the village

to look for Baksh's
companions,

the other two Jiffs.

Teddy's gone off his head!

The I.O. managed to grab
a jeep

and offered to drive me
down the track.

Think your Jiff's
trying something on?

I don't know,
but I want them back!

There they are.

Stop!

He's only taking
a look-see.

He won't find them there.
We patrol the lane.

Aziz Khan!

Fariqua Khan!

I'll always
remember them.

Aziz Khan!

The names, not the men.

Fariqua Khan!

We never saw the men.

Aziz Khan!

Fariqua --

They were hit!
Didn't you see it?

I hoped he wouldn't live.

I couldn't do much for him.

My left arm was numb.

He died before they
got to us.

After dark.

I never saw Baksh again.

But I was right.

He'd been lying.

The Japs were there.

Teddie believed him.

"I am your mother
and your father."

The old mystique.

He wanted to prove that
to me.

That's why he was killed.

You won't tell Susan,
will you?

No.

And I don't want to hear...

You haven't told me
anything about yourself,

what they've got to do.

Oh, I'll be all right.

In a few weeks,
I'll be back on my feet.

I suppose that's something.

Susan's gonna have a baby,
isn't she?

Teddie was very proud.

He told others, not me.

Not quite the sort of chap
you tell that kind of thing to.

She wonders...

if you'd like to be
a godfather.

How very kind.

But under the circumstances,

it wouldn't be quite right.

Are you to be a godmother?

Tell her I was touched
and very grateful.

Being there with Teddie
when he died

reminded me
of something else.

The last thing I did as DSP
in Mayapore.

A missionary teacher
had committed suicide.

Oh, do you mean Miss Crane?

You knew her?

No, but the woman who lives
with Auntie Mabel

used to be in the missions.

She often talks about
Edwina Crane.

She locked herself
in her garden shed

and burnt herself
to death.

A symbolic act.

She'd been attacked
in the riots.

She must have felt
her India was dead,

so, like a good widow,
she made a funeral pyre.

I had to go along,
poke about amongst her things.

I found a picture
of Queen Victoria

sitting on
an Indian throne.

The Jewel in the Crown.

Waiting there with Teddie,

it all seemed to connect.

Victoria and the Raj.

"I am your mother
and your father."

Death by fire.

And for a moment there,

I fell for the idea of it.

Devotion, sacrifice,

a cause.

A moral definition

of what we're here for.

People living in a world

some sort of god created.

The whole impossible...

nonsensical dream.

We shouldn't talk
about it.

Really, I can't --

I'm sorry, Miss Layton, I'm told
your uncle's come to fetch you.

I'm afraid
I'm going to turn you out.

How are we?

We are well.

I'll say goodbye, then,
Ronald.

I'll ring tomorrow
before I leave.

Well, tomorrow won't be at all
a good day to ring us,

will it, Captain Merrick?

No, Sister Prior,
I suppose it won't.

The day after.

I shall be traveling back
to Pankot the day after.

I thought of ringing
before I left.

Oh, well, your uncle
can keep in touch.

I'm sorry to bustle you, but...
we have our little duties.

I'll write to you from Pankot.

Will you?

Of course.

Goodbye, Ronald.

Marvelous, isn't he?

You simply wouldn't know
he's constantly in pain.

He fights taking drugs.

And it's all to the good.
He's not overdependent.

He'll come through tomorrow
that much better.

I am sorry, but we know nothing,
and he wouldn't say.

And you ought to know,
oughtn't you?

The left arm.

The left arm?

They took the hand off
in Comilla.

Tomorrow we have to take off
from just above the elbow.

The right arm's a mess, too,
but we can save that.

His face will be scarred
for life,

but the hair will grow again,
of course.

He might even look human
without the bandages.

Bitch!
You bloody, bloody bitch!

Oh, there you are.

Uncle Arthur.

They said I should wait here.

Have you heard the news?
We've gone in.

Landed in Normandy this morning
and established a beachhead.

The invasion?

You mother will be back.

I'd lay odds on your father

being out of prison camp
and home for Christmas.

We'll have a special drink
to that.

This is Major Clark --
only a captain

when he was on my course
a couple of months ago.

My niece, Sarah Layton.

How do you do?

Be a good fellow and whistle up
the driver for us, will you?

Yes, of course.

Decent of him to look
us up on his way through Cal.

He's coming round to the flat

so you'll be meeting him
and some of my present lads.

Uh, how's young what's-his-name?

All right, considering.

I rang your aunt.
She suggested I pick you up.

She wondered if we ought
to ring your mother.

What for?

Oh, just to make sure
she's heard.

Heard what?

The good news,
the invasion.

I say, are you all right?

Yes, thank you.

It's these places --
the smell gets to your tummy.

Your aunt can settle that
with a bath and a drink.

French rooftops over the bows
of Allied landing craft

beaching on
the Normandy shore.

Tanks and heavy equipment
are soon able to follow

in the tracks of the first
wave of assault troops.

Round one of the invasion
is won on points.

Hitler's Atlantic Wall
has failed to stem the tide.

This was going on
while Britain breakfasted

to the first news
of the Allied landings,

these pictures taken
right in among the men

who are putting Dunkirk
into reverse,

lodging themselves on
the first bit of French soil

to be won back
after four years.

Stiffening of resistance
was to be expected.

A Bosh with his face bashed
about a bit joins the gang

of his fellow countrymen
taken prisoner.

Just a few chipped off
Hitler's army of occupation

for whom
the invasion bell tolls.

Here you are, pet.

Thank you, Aunt Fenny.

Who?
I brought nothing long.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

It's only Arthur's boys
and that.

They'll probably take you
dancing or to the Vic,

so you won't need
a dinner gown.

Now...

Tell me about
poor Mr. Merrick.

You may not want to hear much.
They're cutting off his arm.

Oh, no.

When?

Tomorrow.

It seems he may be
disfigured, too.

He was badly burnt.

But what did you say?

I'm such a coward when it comes
to anything like that.

Other people's illnesses,
it seems to strike me dumb.

And for you, with him.

Why?
What's special about him?

Well, pet, you know the answer
to that better than I do.

It's you that came all the way
down here to see him.

Well, for Susan.

Only for Susan?

Yes. Why?

Well, he was very attentive
in Miran.

I thought you might be
a bit gone on him.

How could I be?

He's not our class.

Oh, that sort of thing doesn't
matter like it used to, does it?

A board school boy,
Aunt Fenny?

With a gentlemanly veneer
and only one arm?

Couldn't I do better than that?

Oh, Sarah!

I was only thinking about
you being happy.

None of that would matter
if you really loved him.

I don't know what people mean
by love.

And as a matter of fact,
he appalls me.

But thanks for worrying
about me.

Just don't, that's all.

Oh, I've met men I've been
attracted to.

Some have been attracted back.
That's simple enough.

But love, if it's ever happened,
I never knew.

So it must be
a bit of a sell.

Then it never has.
You've got it all to come.

Oh, hello!
How nice to see you.

Isn't it wonderful
about the news?

When your father gets home,
I'm sure he'll be very proud,

but awfully upset to know
how little fun you've had.

It's a shame you won't see

more of Jimmy Clark,
except tonight.

He's such a nice man.

He's one of Arthur's most
promising young chaps,

and he went to your father's
old school.

He's only 30.

But Arthur says he'll be
a lieutenant colonel soon

if the war goes on,
which it probably won't now.

Incidentally, he's been asking
all about you.

Just finish making yourself
look pretty,

and then we'll meet them.

Now, have you boys decided

how you're going to finish up
the evening?

There's Ingrid Bergman and
Gary Cooper at the New Empire.

"Send not to know for whom
the bell tolls,

it tolls for thee."

I've seen it,
and it's rotten.

Anyway, unless you've booked,
there isn't a chance.

Well...

think it over
with the coffee.

You won't fail?

And neither shall we?
Shall we, Sarah?

The thing is, pet, just to fall
in with what they decide.

Don't be put off if you bump
into them chichis.

Boys like these from home

think we treat girls like that
awfully badly.

And perhaps we do.

But you're not like that,
are you, pet?

- No.
- Oh, you'll have a lovely time!

And there's safety
in numbers.

Well, listen to me --
birds and bees.

I shan't start worrying
about you

until long after midnight,

and Jimmy Clark will look
after you.

Be careful of the fair one.

He's had a bit too much.

I don't think we need
to worry about him.

Really?

Heavens!

How can you know
about such things?

Well, anyway, come on.

Powder our noses
and into the breach.

My bet is that they'll plump
for dancing at the Grand Hotel.

"When over the fence
leaps Sunny Jim,

Force is the food
that raises him."

You remember that, Leonard?

Sort of breakfast stuff,
my nanny used to give it me.

My nanny was the most wonderful
person ever lived.

With enormous...

I worshipped her.

Shut up, Tony.

Mind you,
she was very strict.

That's a funny word --
"strict."

Look, I only dance
when there's plenty of room.

So now is your chance.

Aunt Fenny tells me you went
to Chillingborough.

It's daddy's old school.

Yes, I know.

I hope he survived
the experience.

Yes, I think so.

Good. I survived it, too.

Have you been in India long?

Uh, six months, but I'm off
to Ceylon tomorrow.

Aunt Fenny said you were
in the desert.

That's mostly a euphemism
for Cairo, but yes.

Now, shall I ask the questions
and give you a rest?

That fellow with us
is going to be sick.

That's why I asked you
to dance now.

He was all right
at dinner.

Not really.

When this dance is finished,
will you do something for me?

- What?
- Go powder your nose.

I'll come for you in 10 minutes
after I've got rid of him.

I don't mind him being
a bit high.

Yes, but I mind,
and he's not just high,

he's over the edge, and he'll
probably end up crying.

Or don't you think
he's the crying type?

I don't know.

I assure you that he is,
so I'd be grateful

if you do as I suggest.

Sorry.

I thought I'd give it
an extra five minutes.

And I'm afraid 10 was too many,
so there's a change of plan.

What do you mean
10 was too many?

Well, he wouldn't budge,
and his friend wasn't much help.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, this is a dreary place.
I'll show you something better.

Unless, of course,
you want to go home.

I mean, it's only 10:30.

You're not really telling me
the truth, are you?

- You mean it isn't dreary?
- I mean about the others.

I promised your aunt
you'd come to no harm.

If we go back now, she'll think
that I bored you,

which isn't quite fair.

Uh, taxi's ready,
so shall we go?

Where are we going?

Across the so-called bridge.

And what does that mean?

That's what you have to cross
to reach the other side.