The Duellists Page #5

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That might do it.

It wouldn't do.

The general has received

too deep an injury.

I see.

I will meet you tomorrow

at sunrise, here.

Sabers, whatever you choose.

Pistols.

Pistols?

Are you coming to bed now?

I shall be late.

I have some work to do.

My dear boy.

I'm very sorry.

Did I disturb you?

No.

I was awake.

I promised these

for tomorrow morning.

A tradesman has to keep his word.

You ought not to tire yourself.

Oh, I'm an old man.

Awake at odd times.

Asleep at odd times.

But you shouldn't be up.

- Is something the matter?

- No.

I have some work to do before morning

to keep my word.

May I?

Yes, do.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Good day, sir.

Good day to you.

Poor grounds, sir.

Not suitable at all.

Oh, I think it will do.

We came here to kill each other.

Any ground is suitable for that.

I suggest the general and I enter

the ruin from opposite sides...

alone and seek each other out.

Two shots each.

Fire at will.

Is it agreed?

I'll consult with the officer

who is acting for General Feraud.

- Everyone heard me.

- Yes! I heard you.

Which side?

East side, General.

Forward.

Sir, I must own myself at a loss.

I'm not fanatical enough

to persevere in this... absurdity.

Go on. Kill me.

Now!

Is he dead?

Where have you been?

- I was so worried.

- I'm sorry.

I had to work late,

and then I went for a walk.

What's in the bag?

You have kept me

at your beck and call for 15 years.

I shall never again do

what you demand of me.

By every rule of single combat,

your life now belongs to me.

Is that not correct?

I shall simply declare you dead.

In all of your dealings with me,

you will do me the courtesy...

to conduct yourself as a dead man.

I have submitted to your notions

of honor long enough.

You will now submit to mine.

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