Castle Keep Page #4

A cowboy like you. American cowboy.

So that's what goes on in that big,

wide, wide, outdoor brain.

The movies never told us

this about cowboys.

- You wanna fight?

- Not now, I'm thinking.

- I could whip your ass.

- Yeah, that doesn't concern me.

Right now I'm working on your

moral indignation.

- What the hell is that?

- Your evangelists.

- My evangelists?

- The evangelists of the American Army.

Hey, you're waking everybody up!

Go back to your outfit!

- Excuse me?

- You're waking everybody up.

Go back to your outfit.

We have no outfit.

We've withdrawn.

- We don't believe in fighting.

- Well, who believes in fighting?

We believe in God.

That frightens you, doesn't it?

All you believe in

is fornication and killing.

- What?

- We're conscientious objectors.

You mean you conscientiously

object to fornicating?

Hey, didn't you tell them?

They're supposed

to excuse you from combat.

They said that our sect

was too small!

- Your what was too small?

- Sect! S-E-C-T!

Let the people of the city sleep.

The hell's the matter with you,

lieutenant?

Can I tell you something?

I wish I had the courage

to go to the Red Queen's.

It would be a way of breaking away

from my father.

How does one get the courage,

Captain Beckman?

You have to be an enlisted man.

Cinderella left the ball in such

a hurry, she forgot her glass eye...

Slipper. Now, that's how the prince

traced her. She had the smallest eye...

- Foot in the world.

- Wait a minute.

You say at midnight,

if we don't get back to the castle...

...we're gonna turn into soldiers?

- No, we'll turn into soldiers anyway.

It'd be nice to be in the castle

when it happens.

- Where do you come from?

- My bakery.

- To where are you going?

- To that table where my buddies are.

Everybody should eat more bread.

It feeds the heart.

And remember, the heart's the second

most important organ in the body.

It disturbs you,

my wife and the major.

You find me degenerate.

Or worse, French.

No, I am only impotent.

And I want a son.

What could be more bourgeois,

Puritan, even American, than that?

- You're how old? Twenty, 21?

- Twenty-three.

There ought to be an age limit

on the killing.

That doesn't interfere with you,

does it?

The German officer under

the topiary tree threw his life away.

He made it difficult not to kill him.

He was billeted here?

Yes.

In this room?

Well, how do you feel?

I don't understand.

You don't show much, do you?

What do you want me to do?

I guess there isn't much you can do.

You're not 20 or 23.

You're 1000 years old and you're

trying to keep a castle, aren't you?

The war came close today.

I would like to end it.

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