Love Letters of a Portuguese Nun Page #5

- What allegation? That you violated me?

Punish her for this lie. Tighten the chains.

Tighten them.

Tighten them.

You will sign. Tighten them!

Yes.

This signature

will have brought you closer to the Lord.

The Lord will release me.

- Yes.

- Let's go, Father.

All right.

No, not yet.

The church, which grants sanctuary

to every penitent conscience,

has sentenced you

through the judges of the Holy lnquisition.

Because you are

a paramour of the devil and a heretic,

you shall be burnt at the stake, standing

upright on the place of your execution.

No. No.

O Lord, help me.

Forgive me, God. l know You have more

important matters to attend to than me,

a sinner.

But l must write to You.

Beloved Lord,

l must tell someone who will listen to me.

The abbess of Serra d'Aires and Father

Vincente have involved me in great guilt.

l cannot believe that l am possessed

by the devil, as they say,

for l love only You, Heavenly Father.

l wish l had remained Your child because

l do not want to belong to anyone but You.

Now l will be burnt at the stake.

The agony of torture will be over then.

But l will go to hell, and from there

l will not be able to contact You again.

We will be separated forever.

Thus l will never see You.

My mother has often told me

that You were omnipresent.

How can You be when l am

in eternal perdition, atoning for my sins?

You are punishing me very severely,

but l shall do it out of love for You,

to prove to You that l truly love You

more than anything else in the world.

Yours, Maria Rosalia Coutinho,

a Portuguese nun who greets You

from the bottom of her heart.

The dungeons of the Vatican,

Conte de Ariano.

From the windows of his castle,

the lnquisitor sees them every day.

A man who has to judge good and bad,

true and false,

mustn't dread the sight of the acts of cruelty

with which he seeks to uncover the truth.

Was it a pigeon

that just fell on those bushes?

Unless l'm blind,

it was a piece of paper, Your Majesty.

We'll go and have a look.

A message...from heaven.

lt is indeed a piece of paper, my Prince.

Read it.

''Forgive me, God,

but l must tell someone who will listen.

''The abbess of Serra d'Aires and Father

Vincente have involved me in great guilt.

''Tomorrow l will be burnt at the stake.

Heavenly Father, l love only You.

''Yours, Maria Rosalia Coutinho.''

Stop! Do you want to end up

on the woodpile too?

- Are you all possessed by the devil?

- Not us, her.

Quiet now!

Make way.

Make room for His Majesty

Prince Manuel Gonales of Portugal.

Quash the sentence immediately.

lt was imposed by the Judge

of the lnquisition. Who...?

His Royal Majesty.

There must be another hearing

in the trial of Maria Rosalia Coutinho.

Furthermore, the ones who are really guilty

must be brought to trial.

The accused has confessed her guilt.

Who else is supposed to be guilty?

Those two.

- Arrest them.

- Who?

You failed to bring them to trial, Eminence.

You shall do it now.

ln the name of His Majesty, stop!

You are his prisoners.

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