Pit and the Pendulum Page #2

You are I understand it | Elizabeth's brother.

The resemblance is clear.

The coloring, the same | configuration.

Beautiful woman your sister.

- Doctor. | - Ah, dear.

I interrupted your meal, I see.

Proper timing was never my | fault.

We have just finished. Won't | you join us in a glass of wine, Charles?

Delighted.

So, young gentleman, you've come | all the way from England, then?

That's right.

Terrible tragedy your | sister's death.

Appalling business.

How are things in Baztan, Charles?

What?

Always, always, Nicholas...

...buying and selling | living and dying.

The weave of life.

Why did my sister die, | Dr. Leon?

Have you not been told?

- Of course he has. | - Well then?.

I want to hear it from you doctor.

Her death was inevitable, | I fear...

...under the circumstances.

This castle, this odious atmosphere.

What has the castle to do with it?

What has the castle...?

It's too late now, Charles.

I did not want him to know.

Know what?

Your sister's death was caused | by failure of the heart, sir...

...due to total shock.

Literally, she died of fright.

- Why did you not tell me? | - I thought to spare you, sir.

You thought to deceive me!

- That is not true. | - What is all this?

Show me where it happened.

- Very well. | - No, Nicholas.

There is no other way, my dear.

We were wrong, very wrong to have | kept the truth from Mr. Barnard.

Now we are doubly suspect | in his eyes.

Suspect?

Come.

Nicholas, you should not be | doing this, you know.

- You are not well. | - It cannot be avoided, Charles.

Come.

Well?

Torture chamber?

Yes, Mr. Barnard.

It was my father's.

Sebastian Medina.

One of the inquisition's most | infamous, degrading...

- Sir, that is enough. | - Mr. Barnard, can you not see?

What was my sister doing here?

She could not keep herself away.

That noise I heard, is | that what was...

No, sir. That particular device...

...was not in operation | at the time.

Which device?

It's in the adjoining chamber | down there.

Please, Mr. Barnard, do not | go there...

I do not wish to discuss it.

The story, sir.

In detail.

This was my father's world, | Mr. Barnard.

Spare yourself at least | this, Nicholas.

How can I spare myself?

Was he not my father?

Am I not the spawn of his...

...his depraved blood?

His depravity is not | yours, Nicholas.

Why scourge yourself | because of it?

You have not answered me, don Medina.

I shall not dwell upon the | history of this...

...this blasphemous chamber.

Suffice it that the blood of a | thousand men and women...

...was spilt within these walls.

Limbs twisted and broken!

Eyes gouged from | bloody sockets...

...flesh burned black.

Why are you telling me these things?

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