The Last Valley Page #3

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There are two or three widows

who might be prepared to be visited...

Eight.

Or perhaps two dozen

will become widows by sundown.

Four, then.

Six, and they had better be worthy...

and the place worthy.

And you, Father...

you will give them

public blessing for their penance.

I obey God's orders, not your orders.

Of course, but why not sell them...

your holy indulgence...

a total remission for past and future sins...

which you could pay for?

Six. Widowed, married, or unmarried.

You have two days.

What are you doing here?

I was treating someone

who was sick, Father.

You said to treat all without favor.

I asked her to see him, Father.

It was just Christian charity.

Good night, Erica. Thank you.

So the philosopher is risen from the dead.

He was ready to die, he should have died.

Why wasn't I told that he was here?

Perhaps they didn't want my soup poisoned.

What are you, Lutheran Protestant,

Calvin Protestant...

blasphemous Anabaptist,

heathen Satan worshipper?

That's unimportant.

I have all those among my men and worse.

I even have Catholics, Father...

which brings me to the shrine near the pass.

Our Lady of the Shrine has guarded

the valley for centuries.

Many of my men think

that shrines are blasphemous idols...

that should be torn apart

and stamped into oblivion.

Touch the shrine...

and you will burn in hellfire for all eternity...

- and your entrails will be eaten with worms.

- The pox on hellfire!

That shrine is pointing at the village

like a finger.

Touch one stone...

and God will smite you.

But before that, we will rise up.

We will rise up...

and stamp you to oblivion.

How have you survived so long?

For almost six months of the year,

from the first snows...

the road is blocked, we are safe.

These mountains are cruel,

the country stripped bare.

Few come this way.

How he got in, only God knows.

So, where could the shrine be moved to?

Stay here. Vogel.

Here, beside the rock.

Good. Very good.

We keep our lookout up there.

A lookout is enough if your plan is to hide.

We fight for our valley.

Captain...

don't move the shrine. It saved the valley.

A shrine is still a shrine 30 paces off.

Other villages had mountains

and false trails and clever leaders...

but that didn't save them.

Other villages had shrines.

Hurry.

In your name...

Holy Mother, in your name.

I'm sick of this pig-swill.

By the blood of Christ, Korski'd never let

these stink-pest scum run over him.

Korski'd be king.

Not a weak-gutted lackey.

Korski's dead.

Yes, I'm sorry I let him die.

Sorry I sided with the Captain.

- I'm as good a soldier as him.

- You're wrong.

Korski was a turd.

Be patient.

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