Zemsta Page #4

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heard of my Prince.

I was young.

Young, but very talented

at seduction!

- I wouldn't say that.

- But there is proof.

- What kind of proof?

- You were unfaithful to me.

One cannot always

love constantly,

but you should not

scold me for that,

for you didn't wait

so long either.

Your husband passed away

you received the Cupbearer,

and if he died you would seek out

the next bachelor.

I'll make no accusations,

and I wish you all the best.

We learned from each other,

and in truth

there can be no deceit

where there is no love.

- But I am a widow now!

- And I'm almost married.

Tell me who you really are.

- Waclaw Milczek.

- The Notary's son!

- Here, in this house!

- I got lost.

I cannot believe this!

My heart is pounding.

The Cupbearer will find you here,

and see you as his rival.

He won't.

Don't deny

you begged to see me.

- What is it that you want?

- I don't know myself. Farewell!

You haven't changed.

Stay, do not go away.

Oh, Papkin, I didn't know

where my captivity would lead.

You are the only one

I loved.

I prefer you

to a hundred princes!

Come secretly into my room.

It will be safe there,

I will protect you

with my life...

...and I will expect

my reward.

- And so?

- This is...

- No one at all!

- What does he want then?

- What shall I say?

- It all goes well, she is on his side.

- You can tell me.

- Oh, why bother?

His matter is rather serious

and we need

to deliberate alone.

Don't mention his presence here.

I will explain it all later.

- I'd better go.

- I forbid you.

Please follow me, Sir.

Your case is difficult.

I have to refer to the documents.

Please, dear Klara,

not to mention this

- to anyone.

- No one will know.

Or there may be trouble.

I'll tell you everything later.

Nothing looks more funny than

to watch the deceived deceiving.

How he begged for help.

I could hardly keep

from laughing.

But I must be patient,

this game has only started,

and is not yet won.

You are the morning dew

that restores life

to the withering desert lily

as it lifts its fertile face

to the shimmering azure sky.

Oh my gracious,

honey-lipped Klara.

I was close to fading,

until your gaze revived me.

May the gods allow me

to bow at the altar of your passion

before time wields

her lonely scythe.

It's an honor to have

a master of rhyme and military art

for a husband.

But these days young men

flatter to seduce us.

I'm not that gullible.

Good Heavens,

do I have to

take an oath to prove

I love one so beautiful as you?

Even an oath cannot guarantee

your constancy.

May the flower of your love

send its delicate roots

- deep into my fertile heart.

- In the old days,

a true knight won his

wreath of glory

before declaring his love.

He fought for the honor of his

beloved and only when he won,

would he beg his beloved

to open her heart,

assuring her he

was ready to live

and die for her.

From this costume and armor

you can see

I am a warrior.

Would that my trusty blade Artemis,

swollen with blood like a sponge,

were able to speak

she'd convince you!

Where there was a fortress on a cliff,

a wall beset with cannons,

sharp waves of bayonets,

vaults of sabers - there stood Papkin,

lion undaunted,

noble swordsman!

Please forgive

the jealous thunder

of my exaltation,

but I have sufficient fame.

All I lack is the permission

to be among Klara's suitors.

I permit you.

Please take my vows.

Easy!

Now it's time for proofs

of obedience, endurance and courage.

Queen of eternal beauty,

Ornament of Mankind,

order me to jump into the fire,

and I will perish in flames.

I am not that severe!

You, the jewel of knights,

shall not burn.

But let me just repeat:

I demand three tests.

Each is cause for glory.

To show you are obedient

you mustn't speak for six months.

Not a word?

That's it.

And to prove your endurance

you must live

on bread and water...

- But not too long.

- A year and 6 days.

I am already dead,

but always at your service.

And now to the test for courage.

Listen.

In a distant land a monster

threatens even the bravest.

It is called a crocodile.

Capture it

for my amusement.

I am curious to see it alive!

This is my unshakeable will.

He who accomplishes these tasks

will lead me to the altar.

That one I'll marry.

Crocodile!

That's all she wants!

Oh yes, thrill and excitement

are in fashion now,

so young girls dream

of crocodiles!

Now they want

something deadly

or ugly.

In the past a small canary

would suffice.

Now if you don't want me to die

fetch me dear a crocodile.

Fasting, silence - that's easy.

She won't guard me all along.

But a crocodile's a serious matter.

For the devil, not for me!

- What?

- Nothing.

Here - keep silent.

- You know?

- I know.

I know? I know nothing.

Is he staying, is he leaving?

All I do know is that

this is gold, but I may get

a very different kind of payment

from Cupbearer's sword.

And if I cheat Waclaw

he will blow my head off

but the Cupbearer

might do the same anyway.

So I know and I know nothing -

a true Devil's bargain:

A bullet here,

and a saber there.

As a wise man once said:

"Happy who has".

You're right on time

my dear son.

Let's talk.

Your favors, though rare,

are a precious gift.

I have been pleading

with his Majesty

in your favor

to assure a bright future

for my child.

You are my only hope,

and my enemies are jealous of us.

They seek to divide us and

would take pleasure in my pain,

- as in your fall.

- I don't get it...

Don't you?

This girl, Klara.

She is precious

and I adore her.

But in secret.

I have kept it secret

'cause I wanted to make peace

- between neighbors.

- Me and the Cupbearer?

My God! Who could desire this

more than I, a righteous man?

- So let Klara and me...

- No, this can never be.

The Cupbearer looks for trouble,

I am a peaceful type.

Don't blame her

for her crazy uncle.

You need a different wife,

and you'll get one, darling!

A harsh judgment,

dear father.

I will not be swayed.

But my happiness

is your only goal.

As God is my witness.

- But I love her.

- You just think so.

- I won't survive.

- Don't threaten me.

- I swear.

- Be quiet!

May God's will be done.

But tell me darling,

if you are so constant,

what about your past adventures?

Nothing to say?

Hard to believe,

but the old man knows it all.

- I was young. Maybe...

- Well, the Widow,

once your true

and only love,

is staying with the Cupbearer.

- She's engaged to him.

- I'll believe it if she tells me.

Will she?

I have spoken to her

about this,

and, God willing, she will accept

the hand of my son.

But I will not accept hers.

God be thanked

for an obedient son.

I have prepared a marriage contract,

wherein I state

that the first party

to break the agreement,

pays the other

100,000 gold coins.

My happiness is priceless.

- She can make you happy.

- I'll die first.

In any event the Cupbearer

will kill us even before.

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