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I'm still young, do you hear?

I'm young!

I won't waste my life for

patriotic nonsense...

and delusions of young

fools and dodderers!

That's right.

Repulsive old dodderers.

Julia!

Julia!

- Miss Hortense...

- I'll go away... I'll go...

Please, leave us, count.

Madam must rest now.

Everything's ready.

The carriage is waiting.

And Mr Smorawinski?

The doctor applied leeches.

He's feeling better.

- But he's still week.

- How will he travel?

In the carriage, to begin with.

Then I must get ready.

The boy will bring you boots.

- I told him to grease them.

- The hunting boots?

They'll be the most serviceable.

I entrust my wife

and house to your care.

I should be frantic to think

they lacked anything.

You'll give me your word.

I pledge my honor.

Victor! Take care.

It's nothing.

Are you ready to start?

What is it?

There's no time to lose.

- I haven't taken leave of Julia.

- You went up to see her!

Yes,

but you know what women are...

- I didn't have time to tell her.

- Then write a letter.

That's a good idea.

Not now.

You can send a messenger.

Mr Wosinski, we'll need you.

You'll go ahead in the carriage...

...and we'll follow some way

behind on horseback.

Permit me to suggest...

...that you had better use

the carriage.

My dear Wosinski...

I know best what I should do.

Besides I'm fine.

You'll go first and send the groom...

...to let us know if the roads

are patrolled.

We'll keep a lookout for you.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Go and get changed for a journey.

And take some pistols.

Do you have any?

Yes.

Halt!

Hey there!

I told you to go ahead

and keep a lookout.

That's what I'm doing, your honor.

Don't answer back.

Get going.

Ride ahead and let me know

if anything's amiss.

Nightmare, begone, for God's sake!

- Who's there? What is it?

- It's me.

- What happened?

- Open up, sir!

Why are we stopping?

We're at the Tartar crossroads,

your honor.

Are their lordships behind us?

I don't know.

There's a thick mist, sir.

Put your ear to the ground,

and see if you hear them.

Instead of smoking you'd

better look after the horses.

I've put blankets on them.

They're all right.

Well?

Not a sound.

Damnation!

Get on your horse and go back!

Tell his lordship we're

waiting at the Tartar crossroads.

Wait!

Did you look in the inn?

I didn't go inside.

Why not?

I was afraid...

someone was standing outside.

Silber, of course.

The innkeeper.

What, a Jew without his cap?

Numbskull!

Hurry up and find the master!

This place doesn't feel right,

your honor.

Old wives, tales!

It's the graves.

They're all around.

Now, three years ago,

I remember...

...I was out alone, at night...

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