Black Magic Page #3

And you will answer.

You will answer.

You will answer.

Open your eyes, and look into mine.

Open your eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Listen!

You can think of nothing.

Hear nothing, but my voice.

I am your friend trying to save you.

You can talk to me as if you

were speaking the words

within your own soul.

Now you may sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

I want you to remember

all the events

which led to you coming to this inn.

Tell me everything.

It was at Strasbourg.

There was great excitement

in the city.

Princess Marie Antoinette

and her husband,

Prince Louis, were staying in the town,

after a visit to her native Austria.

I had driven in with my chaperone,

hoping to catch a glimpse of them.

But suddenly a man rode up

to our carriage.

Beg your pardon, ladies, my mistake.

Later I learned

that his name was Chambord,

and that he was in the employ

of the Vicomte DeMontagne.

Obviously, he had mistaken me

for someone else.

And then, a young officer made

the same mistake.

Really, your highness, this makes it very

difficult for us to protect you.

I beg your pardon?

Look here, young man,

we don't know who you are

nor what you are talking about.

Oh, we'll forgive him, Emilia.

Especially since you're the second man

in the last two minutes

who's made the same mistake.

I'm sorry, Madam.

I'm deeply sorry.

My eyes must be playing tricks.

I'm the Chevalier Gilbert DeRezel,

captain in the King's guard.

At your service, ladies.

That afternoon, Gilbert took us

to the palace garden's gate

where the prince

and princess were to appear.

You know, I'm still very curious

about this woman who looks like me.

In fact, I even think I'm getting jealous.

Many women are jealous of her,

mademoiselle.

Do you love her?

Well, I'm devoted to her, mademoiselle.

I'd give my life for her.

Oh, stop pretending

and tell me who she is.

See for yourself.

I just can't believe it.

Why, it's like seeing myself

as Marie Antoinette.

She is the future Queen of France.

Then as one of the court officers assigned

to protect her highness,

I'm forgiven for keeping

my secret.

Oh, yes.

Oh, my darling.

Now I know I need have no fear

of any princess.

Nor of any queen.

Keep very still, please.

What in blazes?

- Gilbert!

- Take her away, quickly!

Tell me.

Did you hear anything of what use

they proposed to make

of your resemblance

of the princess?

Anything at all?

Only that someone in Paris...

Someone in Paris?

Some high personage...

Some high personage.

Some plot...

Hmm?

That's right.

Sleep.

Sleep like the dead, until I,

and only I, awaken you.

Enter, Gitano.

The affairs of state,

and this girl holds the key to it.

Joseph, you don't mean

to help Mr. Montagne.

The man who hanged

your father and mother.

He's conspiring to reach

new heights of power through this girl.

I'll help him, Gitano.

The higher he climbs...

I called you to save her.

I can.

If you will only leave her

under my care.

- That's impossible.

- Then she will die.

Then she will die and you will never

be able to make use

of this extraordinary resemblance.

Resemblance?

To whom?

Marie Antoinette.

This man would be safer dead.

If I die she dies too.

I assume you are eager to make use of this

likeness with some profit yourselves.

Why should I trust you?

Because we have one thing in common.

We are both men of very high ambitions,

and we need each other to fulfill them.

What do you suggest?

Let her travel with me to Paris

to continue her treatments.

The charge for my immediate services

will be 5,000 francs.

Pay him, Chambord.

Here.

And how much more for the care

of the girl?

An introduction to the court

of Louis the XV.

Presentation at court is no easy matter.

Even for visiting noblemen

with proper credentials.

Where are yours?

In the power of my mind, Vicomte.

And I cannot guarantee complete recovery

for a patient unless my fee is paid.

In full.

Well, I can only promise to do my best.

- Where's the innkeeper?

- In the tavern, sir.

It's Chevalier DeRezel, my Lord.

He's just ridden into the courtyard.

He mustn't find us here.

Get the coaches ready at once.

- Landlord.

- Good evening, sir.

I am searching for a young lady who was

injured while traveling this road.

Oh, we have such a young lady.

Yes, she's in the care

of the famous doctor.

Jacob.

The courtyard. Quick.

Have the inn gates open

and our carriage ready.

We are leaving, for Paris.

They're all gone, sir.

I went first to the doctor's apartment

and then to the room occupied

by the sick young lady.

But by that time

I heard them driving away.

I've got to overtake them.

Your horse isn't fit to ride, sir.

His leg is badly cut, sir.

He wasn't limping when I rode him in.

Sometimes they don't limp

until they've stood awhile.

Looks like he might have picked up

a bit of broken glass on the rode.

Or the edge of someone's knife, huh?

Give me some bandage for him.

Yes, my Lord.

And so Cagliostro came to Paris,

taking that world center of power

wealth, and cynical culture by storm.

Now his acclaim eclipsed

anything he had known.

Cagliostro, in spite of the scorn

and contempt of the Paris doctors

who denounced him

as a charlatan,

was finding the streets of Paris

indeed paved with gold.

Long live Cagliostro!

Moscow, Warsaw, Vienna,

and now Paris.

Hmm.

Are you content, Joseph?

The world is at your feet.

They cheer me because they hope to get

something for nothing.

A few of them will.

What more do they want?

You can't come in here.

Let go of me!

For Christ's sake.

Count Cagliostro.

At ease.

Chevalier, these men can throw a knife

through the eye of a needle.

However, since you've forced your way in,

what is your ailment?

Where is Lorenza?

Lorenza?

The girl you attended

on the road to Paris.

I know she left the inn with you.

Well, you should know that as a doctor

I cannot discuss my patients.

Then she is here.

Hey.

Don't make us be rough, Chevalier.

This is a new carpet.

It may interest you to know that I believe

this lady

was abducted from Strasbourg

as part of some conspiracy.

As captain of the palace guards,

it is my duty to report my suspicions

to the minister of security,

the Vicomte DeMontagne.

I'm sure Montagne will take

a most sympathetic interest.

Goodnight, Chevalier.

Goodnight.

A very turbulent young man.

I'll see nobody tonight.

Nobody.

Joseph!

Don't go to her, Joseph.

I love you.

She doesn't.

Lorenza.

What is it you have been waiting for?

I've been waiting for you to come to me.

Say what I want you to say.

I love you, Joseph.

I love you.

You're all I'll ever need

or want in this world.

What's wrong?

Somehow I seem to want

to go from here.

- Hmm?

- To go away.

There is something drawing me.

Why is that, Joseph?

Memories.

Memories will all fade away

until none are left.

You will never think again

of anyone else.

Of anyone else.

Because you belong to me.

You belong to me, Lorenza.

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