Le pacte des loups - Les entrailles de la bête Page #4

I bring her here.

Punish her accordingly.

A witch.

The daughter of the Devil.

Look at her, a demon.

She's sick! She's sick! She's not possessed!

She's not possessed.

The Evil. The sign of the Devil.

Bewitched.

Make sure she doesn't swallow here tongue.

She will suffocate.

She's not possessed.

She's not possessed

- I know

Naturalist, philosopher... even a doctor.

Well done.

She's not coming Fronsac.

Marquis.

And the people?

Superstitious. There is nothing new here.

The Indians hunters devour the

hearts of their prey, it gives them strength.

That is why they are called savages...

In Africa, it's the heart

of their enemies they feast on.

Sir Duke, Jean-Francois,

move your people to the east.

So there you are.

- Your mother won't approve of this.

Thank you for worrying about me,

alas I am already in a convent.

I know you don't approve,

you're a freethinker.

Not when one is in love.

- Are you in love?

Ridiculous. We hardly know each other.

You think I was talking about you?

Marianne.

She has to learn to ride like a lady...

A little ride never hurt anyone...

My father evil in no one.

- My son sees evil in everything.

Many people died here.

How do you know that?

I hear their screams.

- Mani, stop.

He's right. An army had set up camp here.

When it was torched, more

then two dozen heretics died.

Is he psychic?

You don't need to be psychic.

You simply need to observe one's environment.

When I was but a child,

I would come here with my brother... and play.

Weren't you afraid?

He said would protect me from the ghosts.

Do you not like the hunt?

- Is that a crime around here?

According to Indian legend,

you steal someone's soul if you draw them.

Does my soul interest you?

Why are you on foot?

Do you want to get killed?

It's my fault.

- I didn't ask you.

What was that?

- Only a wolf.

...and if it was the Beast?

- I don't think so... Marianne.

Thank you.

I hope for you sake Captain,

one of these wolves is the Beast.

They won't be eating anyone anymore...

What a strange person.

Where did you find him?

- In Canada.

It's a... how do you pronounce them, Canadian?

An Indian. An Iroquois,

from the tribe called The Mohawks.

An Indian? A real one?

He doesn't look like an Indian.

Stay with us tonight at Saint-Alban.

We'll entertain ourselves with your servant.

He's not my servant.

What is he then?

- My brother.

How can you mix your

blood with that of a savage?

He who shares my discomfort, is no savage.

It was thanks to Mani, I was able

to escape from the English.

I thought such people were animals,

cannibals even.

As you can see, Mr. Intendant,

Mani is no animal.

Would you be able to procreate

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