Twice Told Tales Page #7

You can't eat pride.

When you find the vault,

then you can do

whatever you want.

Not now.

Jonathan.

I'm still

Gerald's wife.

Please leave now.

Alice--

We won't see

each other again.

All right.

I only wish

that I had the right

to speak

for my own love,

not Matthew's.

Nora.

Nora.

Nora.

Why did you

come down here?

I can't tell you.

Why not?

Did Jonathan Maule

send you down here?

No.

Don't lie.

He told you where

he vault is.

Why, that's not true.

Shall I force you

to tell me the truth?

What is it?

Are you ready to open

doors to Jonathan

that you've kept

locked from me?

Gerald!

Ah!

Who can be

in the house?

What is it, Alice?

The ghost

of Matthew Maule?

Why?

Has he been conjured up

out of his grave

by Jonathan to come

between you and me?

Is that what he wants?

I told you

to leave this house.

You brought back

Matthew Maule,

you and no one else.

If I'm the one

you want, Maule,

then here I am.

I'm waiting.

Destroy me

if you can.

Because if you don't,

I'll get what I want,

and then you

will have lost.

Get some water,

Gerald.

It is blood.

Some water!

What did you expect?

The water is

from Maule's well.

The plaster in the walls

is mixed with it.

Did you expect

anything else

but blood from

Matthew Maule?

But I'm still here,

Hannah.

And I haven't

tasted blood yet.

If this is the extent

of Maule's revenge,

then he can't stop me

from finding that vault.

It's moving.

Do you mind if I watch?

Then I can be sure

we'll share whatever you find.

If that old deed to the land

in Maine is in the vault,

it'll be worth millions.

More than enough

for both of us.

His arm,

it's gone.

Matthew Maule

was a blacksmith,

a man with two arms.

Jonathan sent

Alice down here.

The secret to the vault

must be in the grave.

The portrait in the study.

And this arrow,

it could mean a lever

was concealed there.

You were right.

Jonathan Maule and

my wife were the key.

They wanted the

deed for themselves.

Are you satisfied now?

A Pyncheon has

outlasted the Maules.

Are you sure you will

be that Pyncheon?

This says that I will.

Or do you have some

ambitious notion

concerning yourself?

The power of the curse

was never directed

against

a Pyncheon woman.

I shall be

quite content

to share the new

fortune with you,

as long as you live.

You seem very confident,

my dear sister.

It was you who told me

my natural companions

are witches and demons.

What do I have to fear?

Shall we go upstairs

and share our victory?

Why not? It's a night

for celebration.

But I intend

to celebrate it alone.

You killed her!

Your own sister,

in god's name!

Where would you run,

to the police?

You want me hanged

as a murderer

so that you can

go to Jonathan,

is that it?

He told me not to come

back in this house.

He knew it was evil.

He told me

what was here.

Let me go!

Yes of course,

my dear wife.

I'll let you go

to Jonathan.

On second thought,

suppose we compromise,

and I give you to

a different Maule?

Gerald!

Gerald!

Aagh!

Aagh!

Aagh!

Alice.

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

The last Pyncheon

has died.

The curse is ended.

Thus did the House

of the Seven Gables

come to its end:

destroyed by the decay

of greed and hate

that had corroded

its very foundations.

It was a time now

for Matthew Maule

to find peace.

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