Black script lettering on a white background reading the darkest night will end and the sun will rise, with the caption Les Misérables in blue capitals below.

Script quote about the darkest night ending

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A black cursive script quote is drawn in a flowing, arched line across the centre of the image. The lettering uses thin strokes with some variation in weight, and it sits on a plain white background. Below it, the words LES MISÉRABLES appear in widely spaced blue capitals, which read as a caption rather than part of the design.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hold the lamp steady, Tom, the glass is cracked and the wind has come round to the north-east, and you'll not see the rock from a boat if the flame gutters. That's how the night was on Scarrow Holm the winter the Ardent went down. Sit closer. The kettle's on the hob and I'll tell it slow.

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Old Mrs Alder kept the light then, though nobody called her keeper. Her husband had gone under a wave off the slip in the autumn, and she had a ledger of lamp hours, a tin of paraffin and a slate on the wall where she chalked the words her mother had stitched on a sampler: even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. She did not believe it that January. Every hour she wound the clockwork, and every hour the sea came up the steps a little nearer, until by three in the morning she had stopped chalking anything at all.

Then the boat came. Four fishermen from Seahouses, half drowned, rowing toward a light that was dying. She climbed the iron ladder with the spare mantle in her teeth and a rag bound round the cracked glass, and she trimmed the wick with fingers she could no longer feel. The men pulled in under the cliff because the beam found them, and not one of them asked her name, which suited her well enough.

When the grey came up over the Cheviot she went back down to the slate and took up the chalk. The letters came out crooked and the sun was a long way off yet, but she wrote the lot of it anyway, and the lad who rowed the last oar still swears he read it before he saw the sea. Now drink your tea. The light goes on again at dusk, and so do I.