Emily of New Moon (風の少女エミリー)

Good morning, Wind Woman!

The hills called to me.

The hills called to me.

And something in me called back to them.

As the wind whispered among the misty green woods,

and the big boughs of the birches began to laugh,

something glimmered on the horizon.

Is that the World of the Clouds,

or could it be the land I've longed for?

Saucy Sal, you frisky devil!

Father!

Emily.

Father, I've given that tree a name.

Mr. Silly Rooster.

I see.

Good morning, Mr. Squirrel!

And those pine trees there!

Adam and Eve, I presume?

Certainly!

And what's more, the elm tree is addressed as the Princess of Pretension.

Oh, it's the Wind Woman!

Look at how the tall branches sway!

I see.

When the Wind Woman whistles by, the Princess of Pretension smiles back.

Father, I love you.

What a magnificent journal you have here.

My, how very much you've written.

I write in it every day,

about the Wind Woman, the rainbow after the rain, the twinkling stars and Saucy Sal's saucy whiskers.

Swift and sudden, the flash comes to me.

It whispers, "Emily, write about those."

It seems you are blessed by Heaven.

Blessed?

You have a gift for breathing life into things with your pen.

My dear little poet.

Father.

I do hope you will become well soon.

We shall make grand voyages just like before.

We shall have ice cream and sing along together.

Emily.

That was the spring when she was eleven.

Emily did not yet realise, but the day that she would have to part with her father was drawing closer.

Thank you for coming.

Doctor, how is my Master's health?

Your mother, Juliet, was the most outstanding person in this world.

Do you remember her?

Only a little... scraps and patches.

I want you to have this.

Father...

Tonight, I shall tell you all about your mother.

Juliet and I shared a deep affinity.

But Juliet's family, the Murray's, forbade us to wed.

Why?

To the noble Murray house, I was but a nobody.

Unable to win their blessing, we wed in a small chapel by ourselves.

After that, we spurned the Murray family.

But if I should no longer be around...

But if I should no longer be around, the Murrays would be the ones to care for you.

Why?

Why are you telling me such things?

No! I shall have it no different than now!

I shall stay with you forever, Father!

Forever in this house...

Emily...

Be brave.

Do not fear my passing.

Turn your face to tomorrow and the doors will always stay open for you.

The world is filled with love. Spring will come, no matter where you go.

On the day her father passed into heaven,

Emily felt as if her heart was wrenched asunder.

Spring won't be coming.

It will never be coming again!

My dearest person is no longer here!

The Murrays.

Emily!

Emily!

The Murrays are waiting for you.

Be a proper lass and behave, all right?

You're so very fortunate to be adopted into such a wealthy family.

Take care to gain their favour.

Oh, so this is the girl.

This is the daughter that Douglas Starr left behind.

What is your name?

I am Emily Byrd Starr.

What a dreadful countenance.

If I recall correctly, her father laboured as a mere journalist for a newspaper.

I warned her mother against this nonsense twelve years ago.

A respectable Murray woman would surely die young if she were to marry such a lowly man.

And so it happened.

I'm Ruth, your mother's older sister.

What is it? Did your father not even teach you how to shake hands?

Why do I have to shake hands with you?

What an incongruous child!

Hello there, little lady.

There's no need to be so tense.

I'm Juliet's cousin, James. You can call me Jimmy.

A pleasure, Cousin Jimmy.

Laura.

I'm Juliet's older sister, Laura.

Hello, Aunt Laura.

Sitting over there are Wallace and Oliver.

And this is Juliet's eldest sister.

I am Elizabeth Murray, the head of the Murray family.

Elizabeth, Laura, and myself, we live in a house in New Moon.

She's like... She's like the Ice Queen.

I shall record all this tonight in my journal.

And just whom does she resemble?

She is not a Murray, that is plain to be seen.

She resembles her father then?

She's got old George Byrd's nose.

Her long eyelashes resemble Juliet's.

Her forehead speaks of our father, Archibald.

Now that you mention it, she does-

Enough of this!

I'm not some kind of patchwork quilt!

There is only one Emily Byrd Starr in this world!

You're absolutely right, little lady.

You're certainly a girl of her own opinions.

Don't encourage this, Jimmy!

When I was her age, I never spoke back to my elders.

I was taught proper courtesy and to respect my elders.

I shall not honor some old woman who slanders my father.

What did you say?

Enough! You're both behaving as children.

Emily, watch your manner of speaking!

I shall not permit you to conduct yourself with such a confrontational attitude!

The reputation of the Murrays is at stake!

A-A cat!

Take it away, quickly!

Emily, that cat belongs to you, I presume?

Well...

Do not let the cat enter the house!

Let us have dinner.