The Countess Page #2
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- After you.
- Of course.
large amount of money recently.
Yes, a very profitable transaction.
It did cost many the lives and
freedom of many Bohemian peasants.
Everything has its price.
- Turkish lines are quite near your castle.
- Indeed.
Don't you feel endangered to stand alone near the wars?
- I am not alone and war is my duty.
- I've considered to marry you.
Our union would make us the most powerful.
Dear Gyorgy, you know very well, it would
be inappropriate for me to marry you
You are a Count by mariage whereas
the nobility has be in my blood for centuries.
I know their cosine. All I'm saying is if you feel yourself need you can always count on me.
What maters is that we are all united against Turks.
Of course.
We must leave for the ball, Erzebet.
Dear Count, will you join us?
Unfortunately I am leaving for Prague
early tomorrow.
What a shame. Have a good journey then.
- Did he dare to ask you?
- Of courese.
I knew it. He insisted of coming.
I am not xxx his maners.
He's always wearing last year's fashion.
Do not marry him.
Safe journey
There is a French doctor I want you to meet.
He'd like to visit your hospital.
I am afraid it has become more of
mass grave than a hospital lately.
Also, they said an astronomer says that the earth
is not moving in the circle around the sun...
...but all over the place. Maybe
that is why I feel so dizzy lately.
- Countess Erzebet Bathory.
- Enchant de vous rencontrer.
- Je tiens rendre l'hopital. Madam?
- Il est la bienvenue.
Excuse-moi
Do you happened to know who that young man is?
Istvan Thurz. Gyorgy's only son.
- He moved back to Vienna recently.
- He's a child just yesterday.
Yesterday? Then do not wait too long.
He might grow old and bald
before the night is over.
- Clare
- Istvan
We had dinner with your father,
but unfortunately he
could not join us to the ball.
I would like you to meet my little niece.
I do not think I have the
pleasure meeting you before.
Please to meet you again, Thurzo.
I knew your later mother quite very well.
I am Countess Bathory.
- Countess Erzebet Bathory?
- Yes. Whatever you heard about me.
That everyone respects and fears you.
- Forgive me ...
- I do not object to be feared.
- Do I inspire fear in you?
- Not at all.
I'm so very honor to meet you.
And are you.
- I am awfully sorry about Count Nadasky.
- It was a dreadful shock to my children
Might a maner to ask but dose
his widow forbid you to dance?
No.
- You are good dancer for one who's so young
- I am not that young, I am 21
Oh, 21?
- Would you care to dance next one?
- I need a moment to myself.
- He is in to my taste.
- Much more exciting than his father, isn't he?
- Are you going to have an affair?
- Perhaps
You must.
- Everyone he speaks to was so sincere.
- Well, he might be sincere.
He's being very devoted to study xxx.
An Italian countess xxx
died before they even met.
Now, his father has found him
a new wife from Denmark.
This one has spent very little time in court.
You mean he still has chance to go to heaven?
He has not yet been corrupted by power?
A genuin and virtious young man...
How lovely.
- What are you looking at?
- Sorry.
- Do you find them pretty?
- Pardon?
- My lips.
- Yes. That is...
- Do you wish to kiss them?
- No!
No?
- Oh, yes ...
- Then why do you not?
- Do you care?
You have arrived.
- Why are you shaking?
- I do not know.
You must rest.
I do not believe I will be able
to rest until we meet again.
I have to ride back tomorrow.
May I see you earlier so I can spend
every moment with you before you leave?
Every moment?
It is only because I know what I feel.
- You can meet me at my aunt's vila before noon.
- Thank you
I must go before I lose my mind.
Wait ... do you have to go?
Since we will meet in the morning,
and we only have less than a day.
I know what we've done is sinful,
but it does not feel wrong in the heart.
My heart feels warmer than ever.
- Was I careful?
- You have nothing to worry about.
Kissing you feels like making love to you.
- And making love to you feels like ...
- Like what?
I cannot find words to describe it.
Is it not strange to think as we enjoying
us today, warm each other's arms
others are dying at war?
We are in hand of God's
Let us rejoice we are not ones dying in war.
It is morning.
I'm to leave soon.
Must you travel today?
I have many maters to attend to. I could to.
War is a messy job for a lonely woman.
I understand.
I will have xxx bring you letter
every week until we meet again.
Be careful, they cost me fortune in Vienna.
I have this one made for you, my dear.
I have so much to tell you.
I had an affair with a young man.
It was so lovely.
Good.
Do you have more of that oil to make my skin soft?
Soft for the young man?
- Lust, it will gain you nothing.
- It's not lust, not this time.
I have never felt this way.
Even when I was a girl.
- I thought you were strong.
- That is only love, not the sign of weakness.
- It is the most noble feeling known to man.
- Assuming he is the one.
You should see his skin.
So soft, so perfect.
Is that him you're fond of or
just texture of his young skin?
Do not be witch!
- How old?
- 21
- Who is he?
- Istvan Thurz.
His father wishes for their
bloodline to by tied to mine.
Oh, you're planning for asking for his hand?
Keep him as a lover, if you wish,
but do not forget your rank.
- He is 21 while you're soon to be 39.
- He's very mature for his age.
Erzebet, young people change
thier mind all the time.
He can have any woman.
I am not enjoy your accompany today you old xxx.
I am your servant as it always.
But I remind you that I am younger than you.
Enough!
Time has no respect for beauty.
Countess, a letter.
Erzebet, you know I will marry soon.
Yes, I have heard.
It hurts me to even think
I got to touch another woman.
Istvan, marry her, have children...
and be my lover always.
But I will be so far away.
And I want to be only yours.
No other woman could mean anything to my heart.
- Your heart?
- Yes.
I have never felt this way
Is it sin to love someone like this mater?
When I am with him,
I feel joy and beauty.
When I away from him, I feel pain as hundreds of tigers...
...tigers are tearing apart my entire body.
- His soul is in a better place.
- Who's?
- Count Nadasky's.
- Of course.
It is such an honor to have you pray in our humble village church.
And thank you again for your generous donation.
It was nothing, father.
God has giving me so much.
Countess, you shouldn't
be out here. It is so cold.
- I'm waiting for a letter.
- Must be a very important letter.
- Very.
- What a beautiful dress.
- What's your name?
- Pola.
Here, take it. It's yours.
Go now. Leave the Countess alone.
It has been over a week and
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