Unconquered Page #3

Yes, you've been talking,

but about dogs

and colts and cotton.

About most everything

except us.

Well, the mosquitoes

are glad I'm back anyway.

Oh, I'm glad

you're back, Chris.

So is your brother, Harold.

Poor Hal.

Poor?

Well, we can't

both have you, Diana.

Chris,

when I look into your eyes,

I don't see myself there.

You must be a little blind.

I see horizons,

ranges of uncrossed mountains,

the unknown.

You belong to that, Chris,

the way an eagle

belongs to the sky.

But I'm different.

No, you're not.

Let me tell you

what I see in your eyes.

No.

You won't like the view.

It doesn't go beyond

the walls of Holden Hall.

What are you trying to say?

Something I've been

trying to tell you

in everything but words.

Hal and I are married.

You married Holden Hall

and 20,000 a year.

I married the things

I want, Chris.

Where are we, Jason?

Just passing Blount's Landing,

Master Chris.

Put me ashore.

Chris, come home

and meet your brother.

I don't care to inherit

the brand of Cain.

He set aside 20,000 for you.

I paid 100

for a little thief

aboard ship.

I think you were overpriced.

I was never yours to sell.

I guess you're right.

Your wedding present's

in those trunks.

There's a green dress with

all the fluff to go with it,

designed by Forgel,

Madame Pompadour's

dressmaker.

Just right for you.

Cost 187.

Here are the keys.

You'll find someone

more worthy than I am

to wear them.

Some squaw,

west of the Alleghenies.

Swing those trunks ashore.

Yes, sir, Master Chris.

Oh, Chris,

you'll forget me in no time.

You'll forget that

in no time.

Just pile that stuff

right here.

I'll get a wagon.

Yes, sir, Master Chris.

Take me with you,

Master Chris.

You're not mine to take.

I'll miss you, Jason.

You taught me

most of what I know.

You might have taught me

a little more about women.

Goodbye, old friend.

Now, while balancing

himself on one foot

with nothing between

him and the ground

but this knife-sharp wire,

he will cut in two

a paper tube

held in the mouths

of these fair young damsels.

Don't worry if he misses,

he told me they were

two-faced.

This gentleman...

Hi, there, John Fraser.

Ain't you a long way

from Pittsburgh?

Five days and 150 miles

uphill both ways.

...that far-famed

monster of Madagascar,

the one-horned Boukabekabus.

Two, sir.

Thank you.

With the hide of a bull,

the head of a unicorn,

and the wisdom of a prophet,

he has astonished

the crowned heads of Europe

and now can be seen

for three days only

right here in Peakestown.

Hey, blacksmith,

think you could

hammer shoes on that?

Pittsburgh,

he'd be a house pet.

Cider. Cider.

Fresh, sweet cider.

Hard as a rock.

Cider here.

...hazard and risk

for your education

and recreation.

Neptune's loveliest daughter,

she has the face of a female

and the body of a fish.

She has lured, my friends,

many a brave sea captain

to his destruction.

Now, you with

the spinning wheel there,

don't go away. Come on in.

Come in, folks.

You've never seen

anything like it before.

You'll never see anything

like it again.

Scales on her tail and...

Thank you very much, sir.

Scales on her tail

and seaweed in her hair.

The greatest exhibit

at the Peakestown Fair.

You can't take her home

to your wife, John Fraser.

Chris. Chris Holden.

I've been looking

all over for you.

By gollys, how are you?

Did you expect

to find me in there

with the mermaid?

Aw, shucks. I wasn't...

Pile your loot in the back

and climb aboard.

Say, ain't you

traveling kind of fancy?

What did you bring back,

the London Bridge?

Well, a green dress

for a bride

and women's doodads,

which I expect to swap

for trade goods.

Well, get over.

Yep. I heard about her.

Chris, you wasn't cut out

to marry no Tidewater lady

and just rusticate.

I don't know

what the good Lord was about

when he made a female

out of a perfectly good rib.

We'll tote your doodads

over to Fort Pitt.

Officers' wives will pay

more for them.

That's quite a speech

for you.

But you didn't

bring me out here

just to tell me that.

What's going on?

Trouble, Chris.

You can smell it as far

as a flea can smell a dog.

Keep this covered.

Where did you get this?

Off an Injun that aimed

a mite too high.

The Indian Commissioner

seen it?

Sir William?

No, not yet.

I kept it for you.

Going twice.

Sold to the gent

in the butternut vest for 14.

Pay the notary, mister.

He'll give you your papers.

Put your hat on, lad.

It's your sweat I'm buying,

not your spirit.

You don't have to bow

and scrape to me.

Take this one for 1.

He'll keep the crows

off your field.

All right, come along.

Let's see.

Say, you. Yeah.

I'm looking to buy

a wife for my son.

Oh, wife.

Here, young lady.

A buxom lass from Lancashire.

She can outwork a horse.

Kind and loving as a dove.

Made a little mistake,

that's all.

She'll make your son

a fine, affectionable wife.

What do you say, Son?

Joshua,

what's the matter with you?

Ma, buy me that one.

She ain't for sale.

Get back on the wagon.

Why did you tell me

to stand here and smile?

For bait. Get going.

Now, lady,

what's your bid?

Let me talk

to this girl private.

Look, Abby,

there's Captain Holden

going into the tavern.

Here you are, folks,

this young fella's as strong

as a goat and smart as a fox.

I'd rather look

at the devil himself.

Takes to work

like a duck to water.

What do you say?

Colonel Washington

is here too, Chris.

I thought maybe

you and him might get

the Indian Commissioner to...

What's biting you?

You ain't going to buy

a bond slave, are you?

That girl looks like

one I've already bought.

It is, Captain.

The moment you left,

she came to me.

I use her for drawing crowds.

And I thought

she was only a thief.

Hello, Chris,

Mr. Garth. Mr. Lee.

Colonel Washington.

You said to fetch him, George.

You know

the Indian Commissioner,

Sir William Johnson.

How are you, Captain?

Sir William.

I haven't seen you

since the Indians chased us

off Braddock's Field.

What's the matter?

You look as though they'd

just caught up with you.

Mr. Garth was just

enlightening me on the manners

and morals of bond slaves.

My wife was a bond slave,

you know, Captain Holden.

One of my teachers was

an indentured convict, Chris.

Fine man. Never could

teach me to spell.

Coming?

Yes, sir.

I'll join you inside,

Sir William.

Fourteen.

Only 14 for as handy

a couple as you'll find

this side of Cape Henry.

I don't want both.

I bid 14 for the man.

The woman is yours, mister,

for 6 more.

A woman's no good

in my fields.

Oh, Ben, hold me close.

I'm frightened.

Who'll say 20

for them both? You?

Not me.

You?

Then it's 14 for the man.

Sold to this gentleman here.

Now, what am I bid

for the woman?

Don't sell us apart,

Mr. Bone.

You'd be apart if you was

serving your terms in prison.

Now, what am I bid for this?

Who'll say six for the woman?

It's not human to sell a man

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