The Black Castle Page #2

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Yes.

Ask him to join us.

Certainly, sir.

My master's compliments.

He requests that you join us

for dinner.

[Mouthing Words]

Well? Come along.

[Hooves Clopping]

[Bell Jangles]

[Bell Jangles]

[Door Closes]

Will this be enough for you, Fender?

Enough?

If I eat all this,

I'll be as stuffed as a Christmas goose.

Every table taken.

I'll have Krantz show

some of these scum the door.

Wait.

Isn't that one of Karl's lackeys?

Yes, it's Fender all right.

Come. We've got our table.

I always knew food like this existed,

but I never dreamed I'd ever mouth it.

On your feet, all of you!

Do you hear?

We demand this table!

Sit down, Fender.

We haven't quite finished.

I'll finish for you.

[Men Chattering, Cheering]

[Men Cheer]

[Grunting]

[Men Laughing]

[Laughing Continues, Stops]

Fender, come here.

And you, sir.

I can condone

poor swordsmanship,

but not bad manners.

Gentlemen, Mr. Fender

will accept your apologies.

But sir, that really isn't necessary.

As you wish.

In that case, gentlemen,

we have no further business.

I bid you

a very pleasant journey.

[Men Murmuring]

You're hurt, sir. Let me wrap it for you.

Oh, don't bother.

It's only a scratch.

I insist.

Look, sir. Your ring.

Was very foolish of you.

"Stupid" would be more accurate.

Thank you, Romley.

Ah.

Accidents can happen, sir,

and even a scratch

can be dangerous.

Did they scotch you, sir?

Now don't you start

criticizing my dueling.

Oh, no, sir. I just wanted to tell you that

Well, speak up, man.

Those two gentlemen are close friends

of the Count von Bruno.

Now that's too bad.

It could very well be for you, sir.

I've seen strange things happen

when the count was antagonized.

Perhaps it would be wise for you to turn back.

Turn back?

I wouldn't think of it.

Oh, the count might possibly overlook

my winging his friend, but he'd never

forgive my turning down his invitation.

Very well, sir.

We leave for the Black Castle

in the morning.

You'll pardon my saying so, sir,

but you do have a faculty

for getting into things.

Question is,

can you always get out?

[Carriage Approaching]

[Driver Shouting Commands]

[Barking]

[Barking Continues]

Follow me, sir.

Would you wait here, sir.

I'll announce you

[Man Screams]

[Yelps, Groans]

Doctor, you're an expert

on medical science.

Isn't it true that the ancient Romans

were pain worshippers?

Oh, yes, Herr Count.

They even held

endurance contests.

It was a mark of distinction

to suffer in... silence.

[Yelps, Groans]

[Strained]

Oh, no.!

Do you hear that, Stieken?

[Whimpers]

I'm not an ancient Roman!

Herr Count,

Mr. Beckett is here.

Well, bring him in.

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