Freedom Page #2

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and only just got up.

I'll tether the stallion.

Careful, he's a mad one.

Come on, boy.

It's bad. I need hot water

and a bottle of oil!

I'll take her to the stable.

Young Claude, my bag.

Bring me my bag.

Her heartbeat's slow.

The green box in my bag.

- The horse, Theodore!

- Get back!

a ghost!

The mad horse!

Kako!

Dear God, what's wrong,

my girl, my sweet, my doll?

Tie the scarf tight!

Little doll, get up...

Stroke her ears.

Mandra, put an egg on it!

That's good.

Taloche, your egg.

This will do him good.

The cow dung will make him better.

Tie it tight.

Great Lord, great Christ,

great Virgin...

Help our dear friend to rise again.

She has helped a lot,

she must be rewarded for it.

What's going on?

Theodore?

What have you put on him?

It heals, Miss Lundi.

What is it?

It will heal him.

The horse has woken!

Great and beautiful God!

Let me eat your sh*t!

Chouroro.

What's this?

Theodore sent this.

By Saint Sarah!

The apple for Taloche!

Bread.

Pork fat.

Chavo, the knife.

For the children.

Thank him, by Saint Sarah.

He wants to know

what you put on the bite.

He mustn't remove it.

It will heal him.

Come here, Chouroro.

Tell him, if God wills it,

even a broom can fire a shot.

Well, what did they tell you?

They said that if God wills it,

even a rag can heal.

What?

No, that's not it.

They said that if God wills it,

even a ram...

no, even a broom can fire shots.

What are you talking about?

That's what they said.

Get up! Time for Miss Lundi!

Get up!

Cali!

Get up!

Come on!

Cali! Quick!

Hurry up!

Hello, Miss Lundi.

Taloche! One biscuit.

Just one.

Taloche, go and sit down.

Go back to your seat.

Chouroro!

In the silent and perfumed garden

with its distant...

We'll be back, Miss Lundi.

Get out your passbooks!

Come out of there!

Come on!

Shut the dog up or I'll shoot it!

Sit!

Sit!

all of you!

Radu Mircea.

Felix Laville.

This is filthy!

This stamp's illegible!

I have two stamps on my bottom.

- What?

- I have...

What's going on?

- He's raving.

- It's true!

Stay on this land now.

Don't move.

That's an order.

You there, come here.

Don't act smart.

We're watching you.

Sit back down.

You're obliged to stay put.

The whole tribe!

So no funny business, got that?

On orders of the prefect,

horses requisitioned.

Not our horses!

Our horses!

Don't let them steal our horses!

I'll kill them.

Calm down!

They'll only arrest you!

You can't go back to prison.

Take this one.

That one's worthless.

a painted old nag.

Get the two beauties

and that black one.

My Lords, don't take our horses!

Hands off!

Turn the head!

F*** the earth!

F*** the water!

My father told me,

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