Ashes and Blood Page #2

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You know,

words spoken with an accent

are always more interesting.

I've often dreamt of this house

at night.

White hair suits you.

Enough sweet stuff!

Leave us!

Leave us alone!

You didn't want to come back, did you?

The Drins scared you.

I hated them.

Your own family!

And you couldn't stop anything!

Val died!

I stopped time for a few years.

I was happy, I had three children.

- You think you've got them out of it?

- Yes.

Why?

Is there a threat?

Never precise,

always present.

Don't talk to my children about it.

- What do they know?

- Nothing.

I want to protect them.

What madness!

Don't worry,

Flora's marriage to the Pogrades clan

makes us safe.

Our two families against your father

is the end of the Drins.

I'll play my violin. Come.

You don't need me there.

I do.

I do.

Keep a tight rein on your sons.

Especially Pashko.

He's a lot like Louppos.

But does he have the same cool head?

He has instinct.

Like the dog!

And yet...

he lets the b*tch lead him.

I could hear the river

from my room too.

- Ismal, do you want to ride?

- No, thank you.

Pashko! Want to come?

Your brother won't ride!

How about you?

I'll be right down!

Stop it!

I can't play!

Land... It's all that counts.

And dying for it means living twice.

Are you managing?

I keep slipping-

Your horse pushed out its belly.

Tighten the strap.

Is all this land yours?

No. Most of it belongs to the Drins.

They're the richest?

Go ahead, act innocent.

Do the Drins scare you?

No. Why? Should they?

Your mother's strong.

She reacts like a man.

- And that shocks you?

- Far from it.

Everyone crawls to the Drins here.

- And my grandfather?

- He's the worst!

My son Alban wished to offer you

his factory's finest carpets...

in tribute to the marriage

of our two children

and the union of our families.

My son, your property is safe

in your fiance's hands.

Each of us has a gift.

Really? What's yours?

You don't know my sons yet.

I'm Ismal.

And he's Pashko.

I know.

News travels fast.

Not all of it.

Thank you for the sheep.

We'll kill it

just before the wedding meal.

May it bring you luck.

By the way,

did you hear about the dead horse?

Dead? How?

Burned.

The shame of it!

Who could have done that?

Now then, miss,

what did you learn in France

that you can teach us?

Shall we play chess?

Chess?

Nothing could delight me more.

My grandsons

won't play with me anymore.

Let me invite you to my home

for a game, young lady.

Shall we play tomorrow?

Are you so eager to beat me?

You think I'm guilty?

No.

Why not?

You don't know me.

I know who you are.

Venera makes me laugh.

She's like an old samurai.

Besides, she's fond of me.

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