Lines of Wellington Page #3

I had nowhere else to go.

Lieutenant Pedro de Alencar.

Pleased to meet you...

despite the circumstances.

My name is Filipa Sanches.

Forgive my asking,

but how did you get in?

The door downstairs was open...

Really!

What blockheads!

They must have left it open

when they fled.

I didn't think to check...

Luckily St Christopher watches over me.

Well...

There's a dressing gown in there

that should fit.

And slippers.

I'll be in the next room.

The slippers were too small...

When I saw you come in,

I took you for one

of the French deserters hereabouts.

I've seen them in the square below

since everyone left...

- Lemon or milk?

- Milk, please.

If I may...?

Imagine,

I thought you'd come to rape me!

When I heard you talking in your sleep,

I realized you were Portuguese.

I spoke?

A few words of no importance.

Mother... Water...

French...

My head...

Careful!

I think that's all.

Relax, you didn't give away

any military secrets.

But tell me, Lieutenant,

what possessed you

to wander about in your shirttails?

I was in hospital when the French arrived

and I had no time to get dressed.

I was wounded at Buaco.

In the head. Two bullets.

They removed one,

but couldn't get the other.

How awful!

You poor boy, does it hurt much?

No, it hardly hurts at all now.

But when the others were evacuated,

I couldn't walk.

The doctors thought I was

in no fit state to go with them.

But... what about you?

Why didn't you leave with the others?

Why should I leave?

I'm in my own house, Lieutenant.

I was fifteen when I first came here.

My father brought me from Vigo,

to give me away to my intended.

I was married here.

I gave birth to three children

in that bed you slept in.

And this is where I was widowed.

So a handful of French antichrists

won't see me off.

If only they were just a handful...

Were they a million,

they'd couldn't get me out.

Unless I was dead!

What about your family?

They let you stay?

They didn't want to.

They pressed me to leave.

I hid in the attic.

They had no choice

but to go without me.

Fear, Lieutenant, is a powerful force.

Stronger, certainly,

than any attachment to me.

Here I am,

prattling like an old whore,

and you, Lieutenant, are dead tired.

- No, absolutely not...

- Yes, indeed you are.

Don't contradict me!

Come on, to bed!

I'll show you to your room.

Tomorrow,

I'll find you something decent to wear

and change that revolting bandage

on your head.

Come on, let's go.

Manuel Pedro! Incio!

Sozinha!

Matias! Idalina! Father!

Josefina! Antnia!

Ermelinda!

- I don't want to leave!

- Come along!

- Untie me!

- Come away!

Untie me!

Antnio!

Untie me!

Untie me!

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