Rubinrot Page #7

My blood's anything but sluggish.

What does the prophecy say

about the Ruby?

It seems the female head

is also less alert than ours.

Girl, do you agree with my assessment?

Venerable Count,

this insolent young lady

is challenging you

in the most impudent manner.

I love the ladies...

As long as they don't try to think.

Senile old fart!

I won't get an answer from him.

Forget your questions.

The only thing that matters, my dear,

is that you follow me.

He's reading my mind.

Something useless, quick!

My dear!

I do salute your allegence to

your country, however...

...George III is the monarch of England.

So you should be singing

"God save the King".

That was an exceptionally charming

performance, young lady.

Um, this is our queen, Elisabeth ll.

She's very nice:
she was a

guest at our school last year

and my friend Leslie got her autograph.

We'd best confiscate

this interesting box of tricks...

Careful, it's electric!

We now have a prime minister,

and a parliament,

thats been elected by the citizens,

ladies also.

And everyone's equal... and so...

My lady.

That's high treason.

What?

No, I think you misunderstood me.

Long live the Queen!

The prime minister is just no one, really.

The Tower is for such traitors!

Next thing you know, they'll grant

the colonies independence

and before long, abolish slavery!

We must leave now.

I will not have my rules broken.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Au revoir, mes enfants.

He's really dangerous,

he almost choked me!

And, what about the Circle of Twelve?

I know less than you think.

What?

You've been involved with them

for years and you don't know why?

What did you two talk about?

It was your magic.

The Ruby has always been described

as very unique.

I guess you're probably too ordinary.

That's not ment as an insult,

I mean I'm not saying you're ordinary,

You're just, you know, average.

Just average?

It's not your fault.

You don't know anything about me!

I know lots of girls like you,

they're all the same.

You're only interested in bass

players and clothes,

you whisper all the time

and go to the toilet in twos.

Ya! Right! You've never had the chance to meet

a girl anything like me in your whole life.

All you've done is learn French,

study folk dancing... Oh,

and you can also recite the succession

to the throne backwards.

What's the point, I mean, I'm getting out!

Hey, there! Stop!

Is this... Is this Hyde Park?

There's something's wrong!

Stay here!

Gideon!

Sh*t...

Who are you and what

do you want with us?

Easy!

Pray, if you know how!

Gideon?

I told you to stay in the carriage!

Come on! Get up! People are staring at us!

That was so reckless

and very dangerous...

...and also quite courageous!

But, you think I killed him?

Am I a murderer?

You had no choice,

it was self-defense.

Or, you were defending me.

Not that it was necessary, though.

It was very necessary,

Mr. 360-Degree-Defence!

Take a few deep breaths

and it'll pass.

It's going to pass?

Really?

Will I get over having killed a man?

And will I... get over having my life

turned upside down like this?

And will I get over an arrogant jerk

in panty-hose who has absolutely nothing

better to do with his time than stand

around and give me orders?

Even though I just saved

his pathetic little life?

This all just... makes me want to puke!

And while we're on the subject:

You make me want to puke, too.

Wait...

Madame Rossini will kill you

if I ruin it.

Then I'll just say it was you.

We'll have to walk to the Temple,

I haven't got a penny on me.

You're impossible!

Did he hurt you badly?

Nah, it's just a scratch.

The bleeding has already stopped.

That shouldn't have happened.

They were wearing the crest

of the Florentine Alliance.

But...

They were from the Inquisition?

Why would they want to kill me?

I'm not a witch.

It's age-old rivalries:

clergy versus Enlightenment,

Church versus the occult,

belief versus knowledge,

good versus evil.

Are we the good or are we the evil?

Mr. George, Gwendolyn's exhausted.

She needs rest.

I wish I could just leave,

go some place far away.

You can't leave...

We're totally dependent on the Order

and the chronograph.

They own us.

But we can't just go on

as if nothing happened here.

Good night.

No, we can't.

We have to find the prophecy,

that's all.

Lucy said it explains everything.

Thanks.

What for?

I really think you did save my ah...

pathetic little life.

I thought that every night

you called Charlotte!

Jealous?

Me? Ya, you wish!

Where are you?

I'm just worried about you.

Since you've joined, we've had

one catastrophe after another.

And you're right, I have to do what

I can to find out about the prophecy.

And where will you find it?

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

Listen...

I'm coming too.

l think...

Don't argue.

Where are you going... at this hour?

I can't tell you.

Just go back to bed.

Mom. I have to find out what's happening

and what it has to do with me.

Can't you understand?

I'm stuck right in the middle of this

and you can't help me.

Please, can't you trust me?

What's going on?

Where are you going, Gwendolyn?

Where is she going?

Maybe we should tell the Order.

This is simply not allowed.

Oh, Charlotte! Hey!

Come on dear! We both need our beauty sleep.

Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Shepherd!

A young girl like you, out at this hour!

Shouldn't you be in bed?

Come on. I know where to start.

The Order's secret archives.

There must be a clue in here.

Here. I found this when I went back in time.

It's from my grandfather.

"To find what is written about you,

Blood will open the lock.

Trust your magic."

It's about the prophecy,

but why did he write it?

Actually, I don't know...

...I don't really get any of this.

Found something:

"The legacy of the Count rests

above the heads of the dragons."

"Legacy",

sounds like the prophecies.

The Count left prophecies to the Order.

Let me see!

"Above the dragons' heads..."

It must be over Dragon Hall, then!

Dragon Hall?

Wait a minute, it goes on:

"After several break-ins

by jewel thieves and...

...have been stored at the

Bank of England since 1943."

Great!

Let's add rob a bank to the list!

Or else we search before 1943.

Fortunately, we can...

Shh...

Great! We're locked in!

I'm sure Mr. George has hidden

some cookies and whisky!

I could use alcohol

to loosen you up!

Since we're here, we should try

to find something else, if we can.

She's right.

I'll try to find some cookies.

What in God's name

are you doing in here?

Have you been here the entire night?

What were you looking for?

This will have

serious repercussions.

Um... You said my Grandfather Lucas

was a good friend of yours?

Yes, the best I ever had.

He left me something

that I need to check out,

and we need the help of a friend.

A letter from your grandfather,

this is quite nice, Miss Gwendolyn.

I don't want my grandfather,

you know... let down.

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