N (Io e Napoleone) Page #2

but what does that matter?

I don't feel like leaving

for three months.

I feel uneasy and wary,

I don't know why.

Marseilles, Genoa, Barcelona,

Gibraltar, Lisbon!

- Some people would pay to do it.

- Exactly!

Don't you want to be a writer?

New worlds, customs, traditions.

A writer mustn't go

dawdling around...

he must be the eyes and voice

of his country.

I must stay here

and see what that scoundrel does...

and bear witness to it.

Uneasy and wary my foot,

I know why you don't want to leave!

What do you know?

That old, foul,

Miss Big Buns is back.

- Quiet, you idiot!

- I'll speak when I please.

You're no Jacobin,

you're just the Countess's plaything...

and she's a whore!

What are you saying, you idiot!

- She's a Baroness, not a Countess.

- She's not a whore!

How dare you, you spinster!

- How dare you?

- How you dare!

Don't you dare touch your sister!

Dreadful rats!

- You're nothing but beasts!

- What did I do?

So?

Truce! Truce!

- Truce!

- Truce! Truce!

- Shame on us, we're siblings.

- We're shameful!

What did dad say before he died?

- I know.

- Let's say it again.

- "Be a mother to him".

- "Be a father to him".

Both.

- We love you...

- Yes.

That's why we tell you

to not lock yourself in your room...

acting as if you were

Dante Alighieri and we were...

- Two lumps of sod!

- Yes.

Now be good, go pack,

and set sail.

No.

- Mirella?

- Yes.

Put all his things in a sack...

and place it outside

because I am leaving...

but you're not staying

in this house, get out!

- Ferrante...

- Don't Ferrante me!

Do as he says, actually...

I'll do it myself.

Farewell!

Ferrante...

Martino...

What a mess!

Don't go.

- Stop crying.

- I'm not crying!

Don't make things worse.

- I'm not crying!

- That's the way.

Let's go!

Farewell, brother.

Goodbye! I'll miss you.

Forgive me.

Hurry up!

Prepare yourselves!

Arms to the right.

Arms to the left.

- Good morning, master teacher.

- Alas, I'm no longer a teacher.

Good morning anyway.

Emilia?

Emilia?

- Mr. Martino.

- Is Madam in her room?

In an impossible mood!

Notary Baccelli

and Councilor Mainardi are here.

- She used unkind words with us.

- Bad words!

- You might want to return later.

- Excuse me.

Not again? Please!

That sea voyage was a nightmare,

I was sick to my stomach.

My grandmother used to say...

"For us residents of Citta di Castello,

the sea gives us rotgut."

I don't want to see anyone,

you handle evetything.

I'll leave the tray and be off.

Oh my!

Oh my!

I can't believe it's you!

Welcome back.

- Are you angry with me?

- Why?

I didn't inform you I had arrived.

But I'm glad you're here,

I have something to tell you.

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