Belladonna of Sadness Page #4

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Poison is medicine.

That is what cured you.

Are you trying to kill me?

I thought you were already dead?

Michel's back from the dead!

He's cured.

How did it happen?

Must be a witch!

A witch... A witch...

Famine and the plague

have devastated the village.

The surviving villagers

must be starving.

Yet they sing and dance all night

at that witch's festivities

in the wilderness!

Magic! Black magic!

But it can't be.

The villagers bring their

own food and drink.

Filthy swines!

That woman is still alive?

It's a colorful flower.

She extracts juice from it.

One sip and my wife's

labor pain went away.

If I remember correctly...

"Belladonna, a beautiful woman"

that's what Jeanne called that flower.

We just can't afford to have

any more children!

But...

My husband wants to every night...

I feel bad to make him suffer.

And I get lonely too.

So we asked Jeanne if there was a way

to do it without making children.

Oh we know it's bad and wrong

in God's eyes.

It's an awful sin.

But no punishment could be

worse than what we've suffered.

Now we're happy.

We don't regret it,

no matter the punishment.

I wanted to see my grandson,

who died on the battlefield.

I heard Jeanne could

bring back the dead.

Jeanne cried her eyes out

when she heard my story.

She gave me a stick of tobacco

and some blood-red wine to drink.

Well?

Did your dead grandson come back?

No.

Did you at least hear his voice?

No.

Then you were deceived!

I got on my knees crying

and began to pray.

My body was burning up.

It all seemed like a dream.

I built up my courage

and raised my eyes...

What did you see?

I could see the host of hellfire

wailing for my grandson!

You mean to say that satisfied you?

Oh yes!

I've never been so happy.

Lord save us all.

It's a rebellion against God.

A revolt against you, milord!

Seize that woman at once!

Burn her at the stake!

But the road is rough

and the villagers are on her side.

She will run before

our soldiers get there.

Who is lord of this land? You? Or...

Be patient. We must wait for the

enemy to reveal her weakness.

Leave it to me!

What ails you, little one?

Do you want me?

Jeanne...

Don't you recognize me?

I'm the Lady's page.

She hates you, so I hated you too.

I'm the one who

slashed your green cloak.

Your point, little page?

I did it because...

I love her.

Are you here to kill me?

I need your help, Jeanne.

Hear my plea.

I want to make love to her.

But...

I'm only a lowly page.

She'd never consider me.

Who cares about status?

God granted us our status.

Ignoring that is against God!

The work of the devil!

However...

I'm willing to sell myself

to the devil for my love.

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