The Garden of Allah Page #5

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Then I shall be alone.

That journey into the desert

you've spoken of, you will take it alone?

What else can I do?

I shall never know the desert.

I've wanted to go.

- You've made me want to go.

- I?

Yes. Once you said to me...

that peace and happiness

might be found there.

You gave me hope. And now...

Now we have to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Domini, forgive me, I have no right...

but I can't go until I say it.

I love you.

Don't go, Boris. Don't ever go.

I love you.

Repeat after me.

I, Boris Androvsky...

take thee, Domini Enfilden...

for my lawful wife.

From this day forward, to have and to hold...

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

until death do us part.

Repeat after me.

I, Domini Enfilden...

take thee, Boris Androvsky...

for my lawful husband.

From this day forward, to have and to hold...

for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health...

until death do us part.

- Thank you.

- And you, monsieur...

I hope this day will bring you

the happiness we are all searching for.

Thank you.

The Sand Diviner was right.

My whole life seems to begin today.

Listen, Boris.

"No one but God and I

knows what is in my heart."

That is no longer true.

Now you also know what is in my heart,

don't you?

Yes, Domini.

I feel as if I were watched over...

and protected by the desert.

No. By me.

Think only of me tonight, only of me.

Forget everything

that has gone before in your life...

and mine.

The sand is so warm.

So alive.

It is warm for us, Domini.

Alive for us.

Put my love to the proof,

the uttermost proof...

so we may know

that nothing can destroy our love, nothing.

If only I could teach you English.

It's the only language low enough

to describe you.

I want to go home.

I hate the desert.

I want go home.

I hate desert.

Allah be praised! At last. Madame.

Yes, Batouch.

Every day we go further and further

into the desolation.

But please don't think that I complain.

It's Hadj here, and all the others.

They're all complaining.

They all want to go back.

Ask him for yourself.

So great is his yearning, he's even

learned English that he may tell you.

I want desert. I hate home.

Go give your brother some hay.

He is crying.

You'd better give him

another English lesson.

Yes, madame.

Accursed is the man with relatives.

Do you have them in Europe, too?

- We'll discuss that another time.

- Yes, madame.

Isn't it time for monsieur

to be back from his hunting?

He'll return in good time, madame.

Do not be worried for his safety, please.

If monsieur is not back by nightfall,

light a torch...

-and I'll wait for him at the tower.

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