Mayeux le bossu Page #4

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only once, cousin.

You're branded!

If you don't come to Lagardre,

Lagardre will go to you!

I'll get the horses.

No need...

I'm bound for another country.

They killed my wife.

My child has only you now.

Save it.

And avenge me!

In a year from now...

In 10 years...20...

Avenge me!

- I know the assassin...

- Who?

- It's...

- Who's the assassin?

It's...

Philippe, I swear to thee...

In a year, 10 years... 20...

I'll avenge thee.

Anybody here?

Hungry, are you?

Wait.

Wait, little man, wait.

It'll be all right.

You'll see.

I'll learn.

It just takes practice.

My God!

A girl!

All this bother over a little hussy!

Aurore...

When things calm down

I'll take you to...

Take you to whom? Everyone's dead!

Oh, Lord!

Now watch ye, one and all

The Little Parisian

is about to fall...

The first ones, dear heart.

They're called flowers.

Spring is coming. Yes, it is.

And spring is the dawn

of the new year.

Tomorrow, or the day after,

we'll leave here and go back down.

We'll find you a new family...

Good people.

Yes, French.

May we rest a moment

under your roof?

My son, Marcello,

fell into the river. He is tu...

tutto gelato.

Come up.

Some soup?

I guess you're all right now.

What is our savior's name?

What does it matter?

Just call me Chevalier.

Are you players?

Strolling. We play fairs, castles,

weddings, baptisms...

We amuse with words and grimaces,

and very old magic tricks.

In one village,

the innkeeper told me

of a tragedy, as awful

as one in the theater.

An entire wedding party murdered,

three valleys from here.

They're looking for a brigand,

who abducted a child...

Saved a child.

- No more questions.

- Thank you, Signore.

Patience!

Come...

Hush! Be quiet!

- She's crying.

- I don't hear anything.

Aurore never cries at night.

Maybe it's her first tooth.

What is it, my angel?

My baby, my baby...

Go to sleep, my baby.

She must have had a bad dream.

Are you cold? You're hungry.

Paolo, Ornella! Help me!

Hide here! The bambina! Quickly!

A man and a baby fell in!

The child is snagged.

Bring her back.

And wet my boots?

You there... Fish her out!

I would have liked to kiss

the poor child.

Not a pretty sight!

Face all crushed.

And her brains...

Enough!

It's the child's bonnet.

For the family.

What's left of it.

Dear cousin,

I loved the father,

I'd have loved the child.

God called her back.

But Life is the stronger.

Welcome it.

Never!

I am not merely a widow

and bereaved mother,

I am a dead woman.

I understand you.

Yet... if I may broach the subject...

You will inherit a great fortune.

For the sake of Nevers' memory,

you must protect it

from greed and intrigues.

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