Le pacte des loups - Les entrailles de la bête Page #2

I would go to the courts if

there were beautiful ladies such as yourself.

Food is being served.

Let us dine.

After you my Lady.

We were in Saint-Laurence for merely

twelve days before when we found the...

...strangest animal.

Caught in a local fisherman's net.

The Indians recounted tales of a "Holy Fish".

I was convinced it was nothing but mere legend.

A fairy tale.

This fish was the size and shape of a trout...

...however, it's body was completely

covered with a fur as black as poison.

A furry trout? You're joking.

- No, my Lord.

The species called, Salmo Truta Dermopilla,

is found in Canada.

This is most bizarre.

- The fur is so soft.

Nature is extraordinary.

The water is cold in the North...

This proves the impossible

sometimes becomes possible.

This discovery must have brought you

a lot of fame.

I doubt he merits it.

But I admit, Knight,

you do have a nack as a comedian.

If I had both my hands,

I would applaud you.

Jean-Francois...

Please excuse him.

Your son is right, Sir Earl,

that animal doesn't exist.

My embalmer in the Kings Garden is very skilled.

Pardon me for the deception.

So you say the Beast does not truly exist,

save in our imaginations?

...are we then imbeciles?

I am merely saying Madame...

...people have never seen dragons

or a unicorns, simply in fairy tales.

Lies sometimes become truth

when told with a silver tongue.

Careful, Knight.

We do not know of such talk...

By the way, are you

a naturalist or philosopher?

Or worse... a comedian?

I think our Knight is for certain, a Parisian.

Enough talk about beasts and furry fish.

Perhaps charades?

I would like to perform a love poem.

If the Countess has no objections...

If it's not immoral.

- Immoral? No, no.

It's very chaste and pure.

Nothing elaborate and far fetched.

It just came to me in fact.

I call it "The Wolf"... The Wolf.

"I let down my guard, just a little.

Not knowing of evil, My eyes fall upon you.

Yours upon me, they strike my heart.

The wolf, the wolf, the wolf"

Will I see you again soon?

Do you have other mystical creatures to show me?

- You have already rushed to a conclusion about me.

Allow me to change your mind.

- You can try.

Will you be attending Duhamel's great hunt?

- Certainly.

I forbid you.

It's far too dangerous.

Obedience is the first virtue

of young women.

This young man speaks the truth.

It was on that day, in Gevaudan,

the biggest hunt to ever take place in France.

The King promised six thousand pounds,

to any man that could capture the Beast.

Thousands of peasants, soldiers and hunters,

spanning from across the entire region, made an appearance.

Within a few hours, we had forgotten

our primary reason for coming...

...to capture the fabled Beast that hunted us.

You have all been given a map.

We assemble at 07:00 tomorrow.

Now, please you are dismissed.

My people have other things to concern themselves with.

Your generosity is only matched

by your courage Sir Duke...

Enough. I hope for your sake we catch it this time.

That's a certainty, Sir Duke.

What's going on down there, what is the commotion?

A beautiful weapon, no?

Specially made by a famous

blacksmith in Mende.

Custom made and one of a kind.

Look...

...even in Paris you can't find

such bullets. I mold them myself.

Silver? You fear werewolves?

No, but I do like a well made fire arm.

I'm a hunter Fronsac.

Its a passion that is not without its price.

What happened?

I've learnt that some predators

need more then a silver bullet...

...and that gangrene cannot be cured by prayer.

A wolf that wounded you?

- A lion.

Yes, two years in the Royal Marines,

you tend to travel quite frequently.

You don't know Africa, Fronsac.

Gentlemen... my daughter is to blame for the fight.

I bring her here.

Punish her accordingly.

A witch.

The daughter of the Devil.

Look at her, a demon.

She's sick! She's sick! She's not possessed!

She's not possessed.

The Evil. The sign of the Devil.

Bewitched.

Make sure she doesn't swallow here tongue.

She will suffocate.

She's not possessed.

She's not possessed

- I know

Naturalist, philosopher... even a doctor.

Well done.

She's not coming Fronsac.

Marquis.

And the people?

Superstitious. There is nothing new here.

The Indians hunters devour the

hearts of their prey, it gives them strength.

That is why they are called savages...

In Africa, it's the heart

of their enemies they feast on.

Sir Duke, Jean-Francois,

move your people to the east.

So there you are.

- Your mother won't approve of this.

Thank you for worrying about me,

alas I am already in a convent.

I know you don't approve,

you're a freethinker.

Not when one is in love.

- Are you in love?

Ridiculous. We hardly know each other.

You think I was talking about you?

Marianne.

She has to learn to ride like a lady...

A little ride never hurt anyone...

My father evil in no one.

- My son sees evil in everything.

Many people died here.

How do you know that?

I hear their screams.

- Mani, stop.

He's right. An army had set up camp here.

When it was torched, more

then two dozen heretics died.

Is he psychic?

You don't need to be psychic.

You simply need to observe one's environment.

When I was but a child,

I would come here with my brother... and play.

Weren't you afraid?

He said would protect me from the ghosts.

Do you not like the hunt?

- Is that a crime around here?

According to Indian legend,

you steal someone's soul if you draw them.

Does my soul interest you?

Why are you on foot?

Do you want to get killed?

It's my fault.

- I didn't ask you.

What was that?

- Only a wolf.

...and if it was the Beast?

- I don't think so... Marianne.

Thank you.

I hope for you sake Captain,

one of these wolves is the Beast.

They won't be eating anyone anymore...

What a strange person.

Where did you find him?

- In Canada.

It's a... how do you pronounce them, Canadian?

An Indian. An Iroquois,

from the tribe called The Mohawks.

An Indian? A real one?

He doesn't look like an Indian.

Stay with us tonight at Saint-Alban.

We'll entertain ourselves with your servant.

He's not my servant.

What is he then?

- My brother.

How can you mix your

blood with that of a savage?

He who shares my discomfort, is no savage.

It was thanks to Mani, I was able

to escape from the English.

I thought such people were animals,

cannibals even.

As you can see, Mr. Intendant,

Mani is no animal.

Would you be able to procreate

with a woman of our race?

All women are of the same race

when the candles are extinguished.

Yes my father, they all share the same spirit.

Indian women have had white babies.

Proof we are all from the same species.

Do not speak in haste.

It's no difference then with the negros...

What do you think Sardis?

Your blood-brother must be a child of God.

Have you had him baptized?

- He's never asked.

Very good. You are of your time.

- Mani has his own beliefs.

He was some sort of priest in his tribe.

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