The Saragossa Manuscript Page #3

It's scary here,

at night.

My friend,

we'll sleep with ghosts.

As you wish, seor,

but allow me and my wife

to leave the inn for the night.

I'll keep the ghosts

from stealing things.

Where are you going?

Seor, don't play around

with ghosts. I'm scared.

Then go with them,

you weakling.

Pasheko, the moment

has come.

Your father is asleep and

Inezillia is waiting for you.

Come on, come on,

come on

Everything is

going well, Pasheko.

Just look.

Indeed.

I'll tell you

when the time is right.

Pasheko, Pasheko.

We are waiting for you.

Inezillia, do you really desire

a lover?

You will be lovers

but I will always be with you.

Kiss!

Hard!

You love Inezillia

and I love you.

She will refuse you nothing,

but remember my condition.

Well, son,

what do you think?

I think you would get scared

in such circumstances, too.

A nobleman

is afraid of nothing.

Then let Pasheko continue

with his story.

I may hear

something interesting.

Pasheko!

In the name of God,

I order you to continue.

I ran for my life

from right under the gallows,

and roamed far off the road

all da y.

I know what

you want to say.

Had I come earlier, there'd be

a feast fit for a king.

Indeed.

Now the ghosts

have taken over

And you are spending the night

in the next village.

Allow me, seor,

to leave you.

Was there a

nobleman from Crdoba

and two women yesterday?

Try to remember

a nobleman from Crdoba.

My wife left your supper

on the stove, seor.

On the stove.

Pasheko!

Make room for me

right near you.

I am trembling

with cold.

It's me,

your Inezillia.

Be gone, Satan!

You are chasing us away?

Come on, sister,

we'll light the fireplace.

Well, my son?

I can see you now realize

the power of Satan.

It is getting late.

I am not offering you

a place here.

Pasheko's screams wouldn't

let you close your eyes.

Go to the chapel.

To the chapel?

To the chapel.

But I'll hear him

there too.

He has

such a terrible yell.

Son, I know what

I'm telling you.

Oh yes,

to the chapel.

You will sleep

quietly there.

Kneel down at the altar,

confess your sins and repent.

There's still time

to prevent evil.

I don't think I have sinned,

unless I did it in my dreams.

Who is there?

We're cold, it is us,

your mistresses.

Go back to your gallows,

I want to get some sleep!

You sneer at us,

because you're in a chapel!

But come join us

out in the graveyard.

At your service.

But tomorrow!

I can see you're nervous,

my son

And it's not surprising.

Last night, wicked spirits

were up to terrible mischief.

The goats

were bleating.

Devils may assume

various forms, my son.

They somehow stay away

from me, Father.

I can see you still have faith,

but I'm worried

you won't be able

to keep it.

I will, I will.

I don't want to keep you

any longer.

You have a long journey.

By the day after tomorrow,

you'll have crossed

the Sierra Morena.

You'll find some supplies

by your saddle.

What's the shortest way

to Madrid?

I have never been to Madrid,

my son

I know, however,

you have to go...

that way.

Thank you...

Father.

But remember, my son,

that God has raised his arm.

Seor Alfonso Van Worden?

Yes, captain of

the Walloon Guard.

You're under arrest

in the name of

the Holy Inquisition.

Seor, give us

your sword.

Gentlemen, seores,

I'm a nobleman!

What an incredibly

noisy sinner.

I hope he'll be as talkative

in front of the Holy Tribunal.

According to our system,

we allow the prisoner

the freedom to accuse himself.

His confession, even though

slightly forced,

has its advantages,

when the prisoner is willing

to name his collaborators.

Do you know

two African princesses?

The longer your silence,

the worse it'll be for you.

I can see I'm going

to have to help you.

Let's start

the first trial.

You're going

to faint soon,

but with salt and alcohol,

we'll bring you round.

Let's start

the second trial...

Alfonso!

You're saved, Alfonso!

Seor Zoto is coming

to rescue you.

Dear Alfonso!

You've shown great courage,

dear cousin.

This is no time

for kisses.

By the time the guards arrive,

you should be far away.

This is Seor Zoto.

Seor Alfonso, I have the honor

of introducing my brothers,

Chico...

Muma and Chico.

How come, Zoto?

Your brothers were hanged,

weren't they?

You heard right.

But as you can see for yourself,

they're fine.

But I saw them myself!

What you saw were two shepherds,

hung to pacify the neighborhood.

This is unbelievable.

Undoubtedly, it's thanks

to our horses.

I'm pleased to see

you are yourself again.

Bless you, seor.

They're surrounding us.

Chico, you cover us

while we get to the horses.

Where's my sword?

My sword!

Kiss me.

And me.

Oh, how happy I am.

Are you pleased

about our meeting, cousin?

Cousin,

this locket is horrible.

It's cooling our passion

towards you.

Are you happy, cousin?

Yes, although I must say

that the end of the night

I spent with you,

didn't please me at all.

You'd better accuse us

with pleasures.

It wasn't so nice

in the morning.

Let's say no more

about it.

Here's a plait made of our hair,

a talisman

to remind you of us.

Talisman?

It's widely assumed

one can only love one woman.

It's a fallacy.

I fell in love

with you both equally.

My heart sees no difference.

Adopt our faith.

You would sit on the throne

in Tunis

among harems, gardens

and fountains.

No, no.

Let's not talk about kingdoms

flooded with sunshine.

We're in the abyss,

close to Hell.

How dare you be in the company

of Golomez women!

Cousin, you're

done for!

Forgive us.

Either you'll be killed

like a coward with an axe

and your corpse hung next

to the Zota brothers

at the mercy of crows

and devilish powers, or

But the brothers...

Or you'll drink the potion

from this chalice.

Gulp it down!

Father, you'd do the same in the

name of honor, wouldn't you?

What an unpleasant

misunderstanding.

Evil spirits

take so many shapes,

it's completely

confusing.

You're here too?

You're too young to be

a cabalist,

though you too are carrying

a rope around your neck.

Don't worry.

You are brave, I know,

though you've

not had much experience.

You're Alfonso?

Your mother is a Gomelez

and you are a captain

of the Walloon Guard.

Let's leave

this unpleasant place

and decide what

to do next.

My name is

Alfonso Van Worden.

That's evident.

I can see

you have mellowed.

I have a miraculous potion

to restore your strength.

No, no,

no more miraculous potions!

Where are you

going, seor?

To Madrid.

Good.

On our way we'll stop at a place

where I left a good meal.

Not miraculous,

but sumptuous.

Now listen, the books of

Nach Sou Chasi

contain wise Chaldean knowledge,

while the verses of

Shir Ha Shi Mir

contain the purest beauty

of poetry.

In Hebrew, every letter is

a number,

every word

a very wise combination.

If it is pronounced with

the right exhalation and accent,

one may move mountains

and drain rivers.

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