The Hour of the Pig Page #3

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Where the evil doers of times past?

The death by hanging only this

past month of Roger Landrier...

and the miraculous reprieve

of his own she-ass by the grace of God.

See how worms devour

the fair Absalom.

Her flesh was soft.

But alas, her belly...

- gapes with the cruel wounds of death.

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- What is it?

- Oh, the poor little boy.

The blood on him!

What happened?

- Must've had a bad fall.

He looked terrible.

- He looked dead.

LittleJewish boy.

Shame, though.

- How do you know he was Jewish?

- The mother.

White circle on the breast.

They make them wear it.

- How long have we been here, Mathieu?

- All of five days, Maitre.

The devil's mark,

Maitre.

You see?

The third nipple.

- The witch's teat.

- I was a wet-nurse, monseigneur.

That was a birth mark before you stuck

your damn needles in it.

And you keep her naked,

do you, like an animal?

She's pricked twice a day,

Maitre.

In cases of witchery,

evidence may be obtained by duress...

and the prisoner

will be stripped for the ordeal.

Labatier says I've got tits

like a milk cow.

Labatier, you're not

an officer of the Inquisition.

You've no right.

Oh, yes.

I'm a licensed pricker.

Loose her...

and bring her clothes now.

Yes,

I suckled Lucifer.

But since then I've tasted

of the blood of Christ

from his five wounds.

You don't have to talk to me like that.

I want her dressed now.!

I'm not with them.

Do you understand?

Put down:
The body

is badly marked...

there are signs of torture

in the second and third degree.

Maitre, I flew on beams

and kissed the devil's ass...

- and I'll be hanged for it.

- No.

Church has made you excommunicate,

and passed you over to the civil court.

The court is not concerned

with witchery.

What you're accused of is maleficium:

that your witchery

caused injury to your neighbors.

It's not a civil offense

to do magic.

- You understand?

- I helped them.

When the women

couldn't stop their bleeding...

- or when the children were dying--

- You put a curse on your neighbor...

- Jehan Lours.

- He pulled down my fence!

- Caused him to be impotent.

- He hadn't had it up for years!

Well, that counts as injury.

And you ''procured and suborned rats...

to bite and infectJehan Perrinot

so that he died of a fatal miasma.''

It was the falling sickness.

Everybody knows that.

Well, that's the charge

we have to worry about.

If I can get you clear

of the business with the rats,

you'll confess to the other counts.

- They're not capital.

- I done no harm.

Trust me, it's an arrangement.

It's how we do it.

I'm going to tell you

what you have to say.

You've another one come in, Maitre:

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