Black Magic Page #5

Fear, hypocrisy, and stupidity.

And those are incurable,

even for me.

- Who's there?

- Lorenza, don't cry out.

Lorenza.

You don't know

how I've searched for you.

I knew you'd come.

I've always known it, even

when I had those hideous dreams.

They're over now, all over.

Oh, but there were so many times

I thought you were dead.

I never knew what happened.

Oh, take me away with you.

Take me tonight.

Get some clothes.

Just the things you need.

Bring in Burma the jeweler.

Monsieur Burma.

Madam, such an honor.

You brought the necklace.

Indeed, Madam.

A really exquisite piece of craftsmanship.

Magnificent.

Truly fit for a queen, Madam.

Thank you, Monsieur.

I created it for the princess

Marie Antoinette.

The stones were chosen

with particular regard

for the whiteness

of her royal shoulders.

We're not discussing her shoulders.

What is the price?

One million, Madam.

One million?

Very little considering its perfection.

I know the princess would buy it

without hesitation,

but which such dire poverty in Paris...

The princess

will buy the necklace, Burma.

She will, Madam?

I think I can promise that you'll receive

a visit from her.

Incognito, of course, within a few days.

But the money, Monsieur?

I assure you everything

has been arranged, secretly.

Thank you, Monsieur.

That's all.

Madam.

Excellency.

And now what remains is very simple.

Madam DuBarry will provide the funds,

and you, Cagliostro,

have merely to see that Lorenza,

impersonating Marie Antoinette,

buys the necklace from the jeweler.

And to be sure that the people of France

learn that Marie Antoinette

is spending one million francs

of their money.

Let the news flash through Paris,

down through

the dice houses and servant holes.

Down into the slums until the people

come out howling

in their hunger and their hate.

The necklace will be found

in her rooms

before she can make any denials.

And the king will be forced to banish her

in order to avoid the bloodshed.

Is that what you see

in the future, Cagliostro?

I see bloodshed

and a new Queen of France.

A new queen.

Do you see anything else?

I see a new minister to the King

in the most important position of all.

The minister of finance.

Who is it?

Who do you see, Cagliostro?

I see a tall man

with a scar on his left hand.

Lorenza.

Lorenza.

Lorenza?

What have you done with Lorenza?

Please, Joseph.

What have you done with her?

You let her escape.

You arranged it with him.

What I've done, Joseph,

I've done for you.

- For me?

- Yes!

Yes, yes! Only for you.

Everything for you.

Always for you.

Oh, I love you, Joseph.

Joseph.

You still love me?

Hmm?

Yes, Joseph.

Where has she gone?

Where has she gone?

Within the hour Cagliostro had Lorenza

under his hypnotic spell again

and out of the convent where Gilbert

had placed her for protection.

This time he made certain no one

could take her from him.

Then I do,

by the power invested in me,

by the Holy father in Rome,

and by the laws

of the kingdom of France,

pronounce you man and wife.

And may God bless you both.

Lorenza!

You have married.

Yes.

Then I can only widow her.

No, Gilbert.

You're coming with me.

I'm his wife.

You mean you married him willingly?

Tell him, Lorenza.

I loved you, Gilbert, once.

You're possessed.

He turned on me.

A lady is waiting for you a long time.

She wants to talk to you.

I talk to no one.

I've told you that before.

But she came in one

of the King's own coaches.

Go home, my darling.

Take Lorenza home.

Madam DuBarry brought news

that was to stun all of Europe.

King Louis had been stricken

with apoplexy.

The king is dying.

He is surrounded by doctors killing him

with their administrations,

but you could save him, Monsieur.

You've got to save him.

I'll do my best.

There's no one I can trust now.

Not even DeMontagne.

DeMontagne?

If Louis dies, DeMontagne will run

with the stream. Oh, I know it.

He's already bowing and scraping

to that Austrian woman,

but Louis mustn't die.

Come with me to the palace now.

Be quick.

Every minute counts.

Sire. Louis!

I think it's the end of me, Jeanne.

No, no.

I like living, you know?

You're going to live.

Count.

Open your eyes

and look into mine.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Louis.

He can save you

if you open your eyes.

Well, Mr. Sorcerer,

can you raise the dead?

He can!

He will!

He can!

Louis!

Open your eyes.

Madam DuBarry, your grief

has been duly noted

by all present and you are hereby

banished from Paris.

You will please leave

the palace by morning.

Even one night

in an Austrian possession

is too much for a true French woman,

your Majesty.

I'll have my coach made

ready at once.

You insolent fishwife.

- And you, Monsieur gypsy.

- Gypsy?

You have one week

to cross our frontier.

Your Majesty, it will be more

than sufficient for my purposes.

They told me you were here

at the caf,

but I never expected

to find you here alone.

What's that?

What are you celebrating?

- The king is dead.

- What?

Long live the king.

Oh, so the old king died?

- When, Joseph?

- Just now before I left the palace.

Sit down.

Seven days are one week.

One. Two.

One. Two. Three.

Seven days.

Seven days are one week.

Which is just what her Majesty

has allowed us

to leave the country.

Bambino. Bambino.

And you, Gitano, look...

Look there.

Tell me what you see.

Well, our house, of course.

In my house, and in my power

there is a girl

who is the image of the new Queen.

You see the carriage

stopping near the door?

Yes.

That should be our old friend

Vicomte DeMontagne

paying us a call.

He does not hope to find us in.

I stayed away in order

to encourage him, but see,

the hand is quicker than the eye.

Come, Gitano.

- Where is the master?

- What do you want?

The King's minister

is here to see your master.

I'm sorry, Count Cagliostro is out.

In a week he'll be out of France.

We've come for the girl.

If he thinks he'll take her with him

he is very much mistaken.

- Where is she?

- The girl? What do you mean?

Would this clarify matters?

I'm afraid you're too late, Monsieur.

What are you up to now?

Lorenza is dead.

Obvious it's suicide.

She stays with you for burial.

I wouldn't trust her

with you above ground.

I'll arrange for the burial

at the chapel.

No. She's a suicide.

She has no right

to sacred ground.

Besides, no one else must know.

Have a grave dug

in your garden at once.

The incident is closed, gypsy.

But remember, you have only

one week to leave France.

Wake up, Lorenza.

Lorenza.

Speak to me.

Lorenza.

I had a dream.

Yes.

I dreamed we were home together.

We...

We were home together.

No.

- No.

- No.

Who was in your dream?

Gilbert.

Alright. Alright, Joseph.

It's Gilbert.

You've known

she's loved him all along.

You can make a slave out of her.

You can control her mind,

but you cannot make a woman love you

when she loves another.

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