Lines of Wellington Page #5

No, never. But it was read to me.

Off you go then, Martrio...

I bid you

...a very good evening.

What the...? What is it?

It's me, Z Maria. Don't be afraid.

Z Maria? What do you want?

Martrio...

Sweetheart...

Give me one free.

I only get my pay next week.

I'm bursting...!

I'll give you a smack round the head!

Go away and let me sleep.

You can keep your clothes on.

Just a hand.

And one breast out.

Go away, you big baby.

Shove off

or I'll smack your face with it!

All right.

No hands.

Just a breast.

I'll do the rest.

You can sleep if you want...

What is it, sweetie?!

You're shivering!

- Are you ill?

- No!

It's the cold...

fear...

desire...

Oh go on, then...

Come and get warm.

But leave me alone, you wretch.

Do what you want,

but let me sleep, I'm worn out...

Good morning.

Excuse me, but have you by any chance

seen this lady?

No sir.

- Are you sure?

- I haven't seen her. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- Good day, friend.

- Good day.

- Perhaps I've already asked...

- Yes, you have. I haven't seen her.

- I'm sorry. I've asked so many people.

- That's all right.

Good morning.

How much for the cape?

Three hundred reis.

- Has it got gold stitching?

- I don't haggle. I'm no gypsy.

Take it or leave it.

Three hundred.

Every day, two words.

Today, first word...

Second word...

Rain! Cold! Then sick!

No, it's not, not good.

Besides, I found it.

I didn't buy it. See?

It didn't cost me a cent...

You should've woken me,

Dona Filipa.

You shouldn't

have let me sleep so long...

Don't be silly.

You were in pieces.

You'd have dropped dead in a corner.

How would I have disposed

of your corpse on my own?

Tell me that!

I'm sure you'd have found a way...

Keep still,

or that bullet will pierce your brain

and kill you for sure!

I think they've gone.

Perhaps.

Well, gone or not,

come nightfall I'll be on my way.

What's the hurry?

You're in no fit state

to go rushing about.

And besides, even if they have left,

they won't have gone far.

Where do you want to go?

To the lines of Torres.

- What in heaven are they?!

- The lines of General Wellington.

Dozens of fortifications,

forts and redoubts

to hold back the French,

before Lisbon.

I was quartered there

when they were building them.

I couldn't believe it Dona Filipa.

They're huge!

- Truly gigantic!

- Yes, I see.

Gigantic.

But what will you do there?

Fight the French, Dona Filipa.

I'm a soldier.

A soldier?

You're a child.

You barely can't stand.

Isn't a bullet in the head

enough for you?

Quite the opposite.

It's one more reason join the fight!

Childish nonsense...

Thank you, Dona Filipa.

We struck camp

and headed due south.

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