The Garden of Allah Page #3

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Repeat after me.

I, Boris Androvsky...

take thee, Domini Enfilden...

for my lawful wife.

From this day forward, to have and to hold...

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

until death do us part.

Repeat after me.

I, Domini Enfilden...

take thee, Boris Androvsky...

for my lawful husband.

From this day forward, to have and to hold...

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

until death do us part.

- Thank you.

- And you, monsieur...

I hope this day will bring you

the happiness we are all searching for.

Thank you.

The Sand Diviner was right.

My whole life seems to begin today.

Listen, Boris.

"No one but God and I

knows what is in my heart."

That is no longer true.

Now you also know what is in my heart,

don't you?

Yes, Domini.

I feel as if I were watched over...

and protected by the desert.

No. By me.

Think only of me tonight, only of me.

Forget everything

that has gone before in your life...

and mine.

The sand is so warm.

So alive.

It is warm for us, Domini.

Alive for us.

Put my love to the proof,

the uttermost proof...

so we may know

that nothing can destroy our love, nothing.

If only I could teach you English.

It's the only language low enough

to describe you.

I want to go home.

I hate the desert.

I want go home.

I hate desert.

Allah be praised! At last. Madame.

Yes, Batouch.

Every day we go further and further

into the desolation.

But please don't think that I complain.

It's Hadj here, and all the others.

They're all complaining.

They all want to go back.

Ask him for yourself.

So great is his yearning, he's even

learned English that he may tell you.

I want desert. I hate home.

Go give your brother some hay.

He is crying.

You'd better give him

another English lesson.

Yes, madame.

Accursed is the man with relatives.

Do you have them in Europe, too?

- We'll discuss that another time.

- Yes, madame.

Isn't it time for monsieur

to be back from his hunting?

He'll return in good time, madame.

Do not be worried for his safety, please.

If monsieur is not back by nightfall,

light a torch...

-and I'll wait for him at the tower.

- Yes, madame.

Come here.

Is it possible? There's a light.

Who are you?

Madame, it seems impossible that anyone...

Pardon, you must think us crazy.

We are a lost patrol, madame.

Lost in the desert for three days.

Madame, forgive me.

My men are hungry and exhausted.

Have you water for us? A bite to eat?

You'll find water in the first tent, and

everything in the camp behind the dunes.

Get them at once.

Madame, will you permit me?

- My name is De Trevignac.

- I am Madame Androvsky.

Russian? Vive la Russie!

No, that's my husband's name.

- Permit me, madame.

- Certainly.

There's my husband.

- Will you excuse me if I go and meet him?

- Certainly, madame.

We'll be very happy if you join us for dinner.

With pleasure, madame.

Of course, I realize that all this is happening

but I can't quite believe it.

And so short a time ago,

we hadn't even water to drink.

And now you shall have champagne.

We'll be waiting for you.

Champagne.

You see, madame, that's the difference

between Hadj and myself.

He'd never have thought of bringing along

all these lovely things:

the tablecloth, these chairs, the silverware.

But Batouch thought

you might have guests, and here you are.

In Beni Mora, people say,

"Batouch is the perfect housewife."

Good evening.

My husband. Monsieur De Trevignac.

- Monsieur Androvsky.

- How do you do?

Is it possible we've met before?

No, I would remember, I think.

Please, do sit down.

Serve the coffee, Batouch. What is that?

- My surprise for the evening, madame.

- A liqueur?

If you've never tasted it,

you've never tasted liqueur.

It is nectar, ambrosia.

It warms the heart like singing violins.

Even your poetry

sounds beautiful tonight, Batouch.

You know, it's a strange thing...

but I cannot get over the feeling

that I have seen you somewhere before.

I don't think that is possible, monsieur.

We are all friends in the desert.

Thank you for your song.

Good night, madame.

Sergeant, we march at dawn.

We march at dawn.

Boris, what is it? What has happened?

Why did Monsieur De Trevignac

leave so suddenly?

You didn't let him see

you wanted him to go?

After his escape from death?

That would have been inhuman.

Perhaps my love for you

might even make me that, Domini.

And if it did, if you knew why it did,

would you hate me for it?

Could you?

Could you hate me for anything, Domini?

I could never hate you now.

Not if I had done you a wrong?

Could you ever do me a wrong?

I could as easily believe that God could.

I've given my life to you.

What more can I give

to make you tell me what troubles you?

Nothing. You've given everything.

Then why don't you share

your sorrow with me?

The dark places you spoke of,

they cannot remain dark forever.

- No, I'll keep your love, I'll keep it.

- You can never lose it.

But my happiness, our happiness...

that is what can never be complete

until you give me your truth.

Monsieur!

Goodbye, madame.

Monsieur De Trevignac, what happened?

Please tell me.

There is the Tower of Mogar,

Your Excellency.

But I don't see the encampment.

The young officer said

we should find them near that tower.

Count Anteoni.

For the first time in my unworthy life

I am speechless.

Where is madame?

How glad I am to see you.

I hope your finding us here isn't accidental.

No, I intended to find you.

I was on my way to Amara.

I met a young officer.

- Monsieur De Trevignac?

- Yes.

Do sit down.

Thank you. How well you look.

You know, this spot...

is exactly as the Sand Diviner described it.

Everything the Sand Diviner said

has come true.

Are you happy, then?

How could I fail to be?

I thought I detected a very small shadow

across your face.

It must be the light.

I've been in the sun so long today.

- Count Anteoni, it is a pleasure to see you.

- Thank you.

- You'll stay the night with us, of course.

- If I may.

Of course.

- Some liqueur? What would you like?

- Thank you. Benedictine, please.

There's one liqueur I'm very fond of.

I haven't seen it for years.

It's called Lagarnine.

I believe we have some in the camp.

No, Domini. We did have a bottle,

but there is none left.

- Really, it doesn't matter.

- But I'm sure there's another bottle.

Yes, madame, I'll get it right away.

Extraordinary story, the story of Lagarnine.

- Have you heard it?

- No.

News travels so swiftly in the desert...

that I thought perhaps

it might have come even to Mogar.

Voil, madame. Lagarnine.

- Monsieur.

- Thank you.

This liqueur is made at El-Lagarni.

Have you ever tasted it?

I don't believe so.

You, monsieur?

- No.

- It's really unusual.

The Trappist monastery

has every reason to be proud of it.

Is it made by the monks?

Yes, it's the only product

of the vineyards at El-Lagarni.

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