The price of freedom
“They released me immediately,” the Flea recalled. “What a joy it was when I found myself in my mother’s arms! It was only then that I understood that Freedom is priceless. The wise old men were right when, coming together after sunset, they used to say that not even health can exist in the absence of Freedom!
“There followed many weeks during which I could not separate myself from my mother: whatever I did, in the end I would suddenly run in her arms. I was often haunted by the fearful thought that I might lose her again.
“At night, I had nightmares. I dreamt myself back in the courtroom. I dreamt the Squirrel lawyer was whispering to me what I had to say. I dreamt I was answering the questions of the vampire-judges in a trembling voice.
