The Saragossa Manuscript Page #2

waiting for, cowards?

I have a feeling this is going to

end badly.

Seor, I request you grant me

a moment to talk.

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Seor, I do not have

the pleasure of knowing you.

You'll know me

in a while.

Seor.

After you.

After you.

Your coach, seor,

has outrun my carriage.

There is something offensive

in that,

and I would like you

to justify it.

Seor, it seems it wasn't

my coachmen who outran yours,

but yours who were dragging

along and were left behind.

I admit you are right.

Too bad that you didn't say that

before I drew my sword.

Seor, I understand you

perfectly well.

Excuse me for

having taken your time.

Oh, don't mention it.

May I?

But of course, seor.

I'll be getting back to my roast

which may not be quite cold yet.

Water!

Why did he have his coach

chopped up?

He'd be more comfortable.

After it lost the race,

he couldn't look at it anymore.

Water!

I would have sold it.

A nobleman like him never sells,

he just destroys.

Everything I have

for a drop of water.

Did you hear that?

If you had water,

you'd be a rich man.

He's mad to start

all these duels.

If you have a master

who likes collecting wounds,

you have to be

ready for anything.

God damn it!

I'd sell my soul

for a drop of water.

I have invited you all

to attend my wedding,

every one with whom I have had

the pleasure of crossing swords

at least once and whom, of

course, I havent killed.

You came to rejoice with me.

I need your advice.

Here is a letter

from the may or of Bayon,

asking me to take possession

of my ancestral castle

in the Ardennes.

Should I leave

the king's service

or leave my heritage

to its own fate?

If you vote...

I'll do

as you advise.

Please hurry, seores,

or the meat will be quite cold.

Farewell, my king and lord,

farewell, sunny Spain,

and I invite you to a feast

at my castle in the Ardennes.

Who will pa y?

This is a great loss!

This is going to ruin me!

Follow me!

Nothing can equal

our sunny Spain.

This was a stupid idea.

I don't think

I'll ever sing

a serenade

to the most beautiful seorita.

Hush.

True, it's not

the same.

I don't envy

the bride and groom.

Long live

the bride and groom!

I wish your son

a prompt return to Spain.

Seora, our son

will be named Alfonso.

Seores, continue your feast.

I, a true Spaniard,

have to fulfill my duties.

Seora, this rain reminds me

of the siege of Lerida,

when I stood up to my waist

in water.

They were beautiful times.

I was famous

for my bravery then.

Exactly nine months later,

I was born.

You told us a nice story.

It seems your father

is a man of honor.

Have you inherited

this virtue?

Boasting is not a feature of

a Walloon Guard officer, Father.

Before you start

your own story,

I'll ask Pasheko

to bring you some fresh mil k.

No, I better start

straight away.

I was brought up away from home

to learn the way s of a nobleman.

"... and the lid flew open.

I saw a skeleton coming out.

"I drew my sword, but the

skeleton tore off its left hand,

"using it as a weapon,

and fiercely attack ed me.

"I was defending my self bravely

"when another skeleton

jumped out,

"snapped off

a rib of the first,

and struck me with

all his might. "

Welcome, son!

It's been so long,

so many years

My dearest son!

You didn't forget

your holy alphabet, my son?

Or my sophisticated

teachings?

No, I've been

studying hard.

Show us then, son.

Very well,

excellent.

Dear Eureko, leave manly things

to men.

The time has come

to show you the ultimate stroke.

It's extremely complicated,

but once you've mastered it,

you'll be

one of the best fencers.

En garde!

Dear Eureko!

I fought 130...

yes, my son, 130 duels.

I'll give you

all my experience now.

Allez!

I failed again.

You were

the finest fencer.

Don't worry, Alfonso will

take over with honor.

Return to

your fatherland, son.

Spain is the loveliest country

in the world.

I'll do my best to help you

become a Walloon Guard captain.

Thus I came here,

and last night

Well, dear son, I've become

very interested in your story.

I can also see that you received

a good education.

However, as you spent last night

at the Venta Quemada...

What was I saying?

Oh, I am afraid you could have

been haunted by two hanged men.

I wouldn't like you to have the

same fate as Pasheko.

Don't be afraid, Father.

My mother told me that

in the old days,

you may have come across

possessed people,

but today they are no more.

What?

Havent you seen the awful

possessed Pasheko,

whose eye the devils

have gouged out?

Pasheko!

His story may contribute

to the salvation of your soul.

I will order him to begin.

Pasheko!

In the name of Our Lord,

I order you to tell your story

to our guest.

I was born in Crdoba.

My father was prosperous.

You may leave

that out, Pasheko.

His mother died

three years ago,

and his father

decided to marry a young widow.

Camilla de Tormes.

They were

wed in Seville.

A few days later, my father

returned with his new wife...

and her sister, Inezillia.

My dear wife, my lady, I bought

some mules for your coach,

and for you, lovely Inezillia,

a sapphire ring.

You are the best husband, seor,

and brother-in-law.

Inezillia is ecstatic,

aren't you, Inezillia?

Thank you

with all my heart.

Do not eat fruit, Inezillia,

you know it is bad for you.

I am glad

you are happy.

Camilla, we would like to hear

your songs,

as we always do after lunch.

Oh yes, Camilla,

do sing for us!

Come with me, sister,

to get the instruments.

I beg your permission, Father,

to marry beautiful Inezillia.

We will go to Madrid and start

a wonderful life there.

Forget it, son.

First of all, it would be

unbecoming for you to be

your father's brother in law.

Secondly, church laws ban

such alliances, and thirdly

I love her more

than my own life.

And thirdly...

I do not want you

to marry Inezillia.

Don't worry, Pasheko.

If your father won't allow you

to marry my sister,

there are no obstacles at all

to your being her lover.

Seora, Inezillia is an angel

of purity, how could I

Leave it to me, Pasheko,

my sister will listen

to my request,

which I will pronounce

with pain in my heart.

Pasheko, Pasheko,

who can resist you?

Make it

shot, Pasheko.

Now tell me how soon after

your father set out

on the trip to Madrid, taking

his wife and her sister along.

The da y s without Inezillia

were unbearable.

I missed her and suffered.

Manuela!

In Venta Quemada?

That's where you are

to wait for him.

Cruel gangs are roving

the Sierra Morena.

It's quiet since those two thugs

the Zota brothers, were hanged.

Will Inezillia be accompanying

my father?

Yes, seor.

No more delay.

Inezillia.

We'll always be together.

Can I eat at your place?

And spend the night?

Seor, by St. Parazito,

don't do it!

Have you no clean bedclothes?

I am ready even

for the king's court.

Well?

Here, ghosts rave

all night.

Ghosts?

Even we go

to the next village at night.

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