Alatriste Page #2

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I need that captain to look

after him until the time comes.

Then you can kill him.

Yes, Captain, 'tis a comedy.

Commissioned by Olivares

for the queen.

And don Rafael here

will produce it.

-A great honour.

-And will you be paid

or will it be on account

for future favours as usual?

I know nothing of favours. Today is

yesterday, tomorrow is yet to come.

For the present

Olivares has promised 5OO reals.

A comedy...

Not your speciality.

-How dare you?

-No, the captain's right.

But if poor Cervantes tried one,

why can't I?

Don Francisco, my wife,

the great actress Maria de Castro.

And Captain...

Alatriste.

Diego and I know each other.

What are you thinking?

I should stay away

from married women.

Unless she's the most

desired woman in Spain.

I haven't seen this one before.

It's been a long time.

Almost three years.

I've missed you.

Not in Italy.

It came to a bad end.

She finally married another.

I heard that.

You've changed, Diego.

Perhaps I'm getting old.

Or because of that boy

who lives with you.

You know I like

to know everything.

He's the son of a friend

who died in Flanders.

I promised to look after him.

And?

I'm afraid of bungling it, Maria.

Everything happens

when you're a child.

You'll do it well.

You're a good man.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

You have few dealings with people.

Maria, it's time!

Get ready!

Don't worry, keep going.

He's a reasonable man.

I earn him a lot of money.

Is it worthwhile?

I'm a practical woman.

I have to think of the future.

To hell with the future.

In the future we'll all be dead.

Diego Alatriste, I arrest you

in the name of the Inquisition.

Take his weapons.

Search him for hidden weapons.

Clean.

He's clean.

Kneel.

My son, you are a traitor

and an incompetent.

With your inopportune scruples

you have aided

the enemies of God and Spain.

Actions you will purge

with hell's worst torments.

But first you will pay, here

on earth, with your mortal flesh.

You have seen too much.

Heard too much.

You have strayed too far.

Your life, Captain,

is no longer worth a fig.

You are a corpse

that, by some whim of fate,

still remains standing.

You may go.

Free?

In a manner of speaking.

God's wrath will know

where to find you.

Put that thing away.

It'll be of no use to you.

I haven't come to kill you

but to save you from others.

I didn't know

you were afraid of sheep.

Only when they come

without shepherds.

Take this in case.

Strange shepherds.

No stranger than you.

Your attitude saddens me,

though I was afraid it might be so.

You Spaniards are

so vain and coarse.

You lack finesse.

Perhaps that is why

you rule the world...

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