Countess Dracula Page #2

Shall we eat, then?

That is your mother's chair.

Yes, of course!

Can you remember any of your life here?

Many things.

One story in particular.

The day of my departure.

I offer a toast to the new arrival.

- A toast.

- In the wine so loved by her dear father.

Not only the taste, he used to say

but the color...

of bulls' blood.

Pray continue with your delightful story.

- I cannot remember.

- The day of your departure.

I was swimming in the lake,

when I spied a man

on the bank cutting roses.

The finest, full-blooded blooms.

Who could it be?

The gardener?

No, he was too upright of bearing.

A thief?

He was just too far away from me

to recognize him.

And modesty forbad me

from leaving the water.

Later, I saw the same roses

in my mother's bedroom.

I asked her who had given them to her

and she said, "One of my secret lovers."

Enchanting.

I was confused. What could she mean?

She promised to tell me when I grew up.

And tonight, before I came down to dinner,

I had my answer.

And the name of the man...

It was Uncle Dobi!

But I have talked enough about myself.

Help me rediscover my home

and tell me about your life,

your plans and your family.

I really don't know where to begin.

Uncle Dobi!

I want to get out!

This way.

- Very nice.

- Raphael, do you like it?

- Raphael?

- Yes.

I like it.

My grandfather.

His weakness was women.

He died in the arms of a kitchen maid.

Then I salute him.

It's the only way to die.

His wife.

No doubt a great beauty of her time.

Quietly past my mother's room.

And this is your father?

What a brave and generous man he was.

Yes.

Does he look as you remember him?

Much the same.

Come with me. Come, quickly.

Will you live here now or return to Vienna?

I haven't decided yet. And you?

I feel already this is my home.

The first proper home of my life.

But the war is not yet over

and I may be recalled to duty.

But until that happens, I shall stay.

And if you leave,

I swear to you I shall take my horses.

- All of them?

- All of them. And follow you.

But I am unworthy of such a sacrifice.

Let me be the judge of that.

No. We have our reputations to think of.

- We've only just met.

- When can I see you again?

Sunday. We'll ride together on Sunday.

Two days? Lmpossible!

Tomorrow, then.

But late, when the others are asleep.

Come to the small door below the tower.

I will put a candle in the window.

That will mean all is well.

But now you must go.

Tell me, Nanny,

how do you find our little mistress?

Has she not exceeded

your wildest dreams?

In what way, Master Fabio?

In every way. A girl of barely 19 years

so mature of bearing, wit and manners.

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