The Incantation Page #2
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I just need some privacy
to shower and get dressed.
Please, make haste.
You guide me
along the right path
for the sake of your name.
Even when I walk
through a dark valley,
I fear no harm,
for you are at my side.
Your rod and staff
give me courage.
as I watch my enemies.
Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle?
Do you have some light?
Sorry, I don't smoke.
Of course you don't.
With a face like that, though,
I don't blame you.
You're not from around here,
are you?
Is it that obvious?
Uh, my name is Jean-Pierre.
You can call me J.P.
Bit more American style, no?
And they say
the French are rude.
Well, J.P., the devilishly
handsome gravedigger
at your service.
That's an actual job?
Round here,
quite a lucrative one, yeah.
Wait,
you knew I was American?
So it is that obvious.
Well, without the handgun
and the Freedom Fries,
it was extremely hard to tell.
I'm Lucy.
Lucy? Well, that's a name
you don't hear that often.
Well, my mom wanted
to call me Desi,
but I'm not a boy, so...
You certainly are not that.
Uh, Lucy Bellerose.
Bellerose.
Rose like the Count?
-Are you... ?
-Yeah, he's my uncle.
Sorry, he was my great-uncle.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Madame,
I didn't know.
No, please, it's okay.
He was always
just some blood relative
living an ocean away
in a castle.
To be honest, growing up,
I used to call him
Count Dracula.
Well, he was
the Blood Rose Count.
No, no, no-- Dracula,
like, uh...
um, Frankenstein
or Wolfman.
Never mind.
Oh, but you know
the story, right?
Of how the Count
got his namesake?
No, actually.
It is said
that a king of France
when he was
still a young prince,
fell in love with a rose
farmer's beautiful daughter,
his only child.
When the prince's grandmother,
the queen, found out,
rather than have
her lineage spoiled
with that of peasantry,
she ordered the girl
to be immediately killed.
In her grief,
the farmer's wife
also killed herself,
leaving the farmer
completely alone.
They were buried together
amongst the roses
of the French countryside.
Oh, my God.
Wait, it gets better.
It is said that
the roses turn a dark blood red,
instead of
When the grieving prince became
old enough to be the king,
he awarded the farmer
part of his kingdom
and the title
of Count Rose du Sang,
Count of the Blood Red Rose,
your very forefather.
Although grateful,
the farmer never did get over it
and vowed to avenge
his wife and daughter's death,
cursing your family forever.
Are you serious?
That's horrible.
Oh, my God,
you are so full of sh*t.
I'm sorry. Forgive me.
Uh, but-- but, wait.
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