The Duellists Page #3

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You'll do no such thing.

Who the devil taught you

to picket horses so near a river?

There's gonna be water

around their knees in two hours.

I want the whole line moved

to higher ground quickly.

Sir.

Lieutenant d'Hubert.

Yes?

You are acquainted

with Lieutenant Feraud?

Yes.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

All right, gentlemen.

Sorry.

Gently, gently.

Very carefully,

turn around for me.

Take it slowly.

Do take off his cravat, please.

Easy. It's all right.

It's all right.

Then undo his button.

Easy.

Get him over on his side.

Just get this...

Careful, careful.

Armand, it was a fair set-to.

Won't hurt your reputation,

I can promise you that.

Why don't you make it up

like a couple of good fellows?

- That's better.

- There's no need to bear him a grudge.

All right.

I'll shake hands.

Well?

He can't continue, I'm afraid.

It's quite bad.

- Can he continue?

- No, he's unable to.

- Damn it!

- Gabriel, shake hands and forget it.

Whatever he did,

you've paid him back now.

From all I hear,

he's a very decent fellow.

Decent?

Don't expect decency from his kind.

Look at him,

lolling about there on the ground.

One touch, and he's off home

to his beloved general.

Next time, d'Hubert!

You should have made him

shake hands with you.

I was flat on my back.

One cannot control one's affairs

from that position.

You should've got up.

You weren't dead.

I wasn't well.

Besides, he only would've stuck me

again. He was waiting for the chance.

Do you mean

you'd have gone on fighting?

No question.

It would have been

the only honorable thing to do.

What's the matter?

- I'm going to sneeze.

- Oh, no, you mustn't.

You don't have to.

Come on.

Think of something else.

- Describe honor.

- Honor?

- Honor.

- Honor is...

- Go on. You must.

- Indescribable...

unchallengable...

All the little girls adore you.

You're a notorious and savage duelist.

- Savage?

- Notoriously savage.

And it's rumored that

you live with a savage b*tch.

It's a shame he's such an idle brute.

One more duel...

and God knows he needs the exercise...

one more duel

would make his reputation.

Young ladies would take

to their smelling salts...

whenever he narrowed his eyes.

Narrow your eyes.

I think you've got

a long way to go.

We could leave by the back lane.

What for?

If he wants me, he'll find me.

You know him?

Yes.

Surely there must be

some other way out?

Don't talk about it anymore.

The only way out

is to go through with it.

One has to be ready.

It takes all one's attention

to be ready.

Where is Gabriel Feraud?

Thank you.

Yes?

I live with Armand d'Hubert.

I knew a man who was

stabbed to death by a woman.

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