Alatriste Page #3

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for now.

We shall meet again.

I hope so.

I like you, Captain.

That is why I look forward

to fighting you.

Whenever you please, senor...

Malatesta.

Gualterio Malatesta of Palermo.

If you please.

Ah, I almost forgot...

A memento,

to keep me forever

in your thoughts.

Well?

The idea was

Friar Emilio Bocanegra's.

A secretary of the king's had

the assassins recruited and paid.

I see.

I see.

What more?

One was a Flanders veteran,

a protg of the Count of...

You may go.

This unites us forever.

Now you'll never be free of me.

I would die for you.

Some day you may.

Inigo.

You must be careful.

For a man, a woman's beauty

always ends in tyranny for a man.

'Tis the law of life.

I don't know you.

You will.

I need a favour of you.

Look after the captain,

I need him alive.

I should kill you now,

while you're still a lad.

What do you think?

I bought it from a Sevillian

painter who works for the king.

They say he can only paint heads

but I suspect he has talent.

Well...

Let's get down to business.

An important person

wishes to see you.

A serious matter?

It may be.

Well...

I've probably seen worse.

No.

You've never seen worse.

You cannot fence

your way out of this one.

It is Count-duke Olivares.

Be more honest with him

than you've been with me.

I'll try to be.

You will be.

That water was cold

as death, Your Excellency.

Yes...

But you never trembled.

I trembled inside, like everyone.

I'm not everyone.

I am a Spanish grandee.

In combat we are all equal.

You're wrong there, Alatriste.

Not even in combat

are we all equal.

God didn't want it so.

You should know that.

If you're going to see Olivares,

buy some new boots.

Well...

I've spent more than enough

time on you. I've things to do.

And don't forget the boots.

If you have no money,

ask my majordomo.

Thank you.

"Captain" is a nickname,

I presume.

Yes, Excellency.

I see you've served

in Naples and in Flanders

and against the Turks

in the Levante

and on the Barbary coast.

A long life as a soldier.

Since I was thirteen, Excellency.

Is it true that you saved the life

of a certain English traveller

when your companion

was about to kill him?

Excuse me, Excellency,

I don't remember.

It would be best

for you if you did.

As to who recruited you,

for instance.

I'm afraid I can't.

I have a terrible memory.

I see...

Call don Luis de Alquezar.

It seems, don Luis, that

a few days ago there was a plot

to teach two English gentlemen

a lesson.

As His Majesty's secretary

and a man acquainted

with court bureaucracy,

perhaps you have heard something?

I'm afraid I can be

of little use there, sir.

Well, you must be.

Perhaps the church...

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