The Saragossa Manuscript Page #2

your wife.

Come with me, my son.

Woe to him who,

in his wicked inflexibility,

refuses to confess his sins.

Do not spend the nights

under the skies.

And beware of all temptations,

as the Lord has lifted His hand.

I will do as you say, Father,

but first...

my belly requires

refreshment.

Think about

your soul's salvation

and I'll look after

your body's needs.

Strange things were happening

last night.

Did you stay in the deserted inn

by any chance?

I visited Venta Quemada.

But I have my reasons

for being reluctant

to explain it to you.

Devils are tempters.

Beware of Satan

and pride, my son!

Yes, yes,

beware of Satan.

I am amazed at

your courage

Tell me, young man, who are you

and who raised you up?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Me? Why should I?

Have no fear.

This one is possessed, and I am

chasing the devil out of him.

Pasheko!

In the name of Our Lord,

I order you to drive

the goats uphill!

Here is an example of how

the Angel of Darkness

is still ruling

this unfortunate neighborhood.

I am giving him

much of my time.

I think I will be able

to save him.

He's been making

great progress lately.

He milks these goats?

Yes.

Can you satisfy

my curiosity, my son?

I was asking for

details of your life.

You honor me, Father,

and you will

know everything.

I come from a family who had

more prominent men than wealth.

My father, a colonel

of the Walloon Guard,

was an extremely kind and

honorable gentleman.

In the name of Van Worden!

You'll pa y

for this, rascal!

A horse, bring me

a horse!

What are you

waiting for, cowards?

I have a feeling this is going to

end badly.

Seor, I request you grant me

a moment to talk.

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Seor, I do not have

the pleasure of knowing you.

You'll know me

in a while.

Seor.

After you.

After you.

Your coach, seor,

has outrun my carriage.

There is something offensive

in that,

and I would like you

to justify it.

Seor, it seems it wasn't

my coachmen who outran yours,

but yours who were dragging

along and were left behind.

I admit you are right.

Too bad that you didn't say that

before I drew my sword.

Seor, I understand you

perfectly well.

Excuse me for

having taken your time.

Oh, don't mention it.

May I?

But of course, seor.

I'll be getting back to my roast

which may not be quite cold yet.

Water!

Why did he have his coach

chopped up?

He'd be more comfortable.

After it lost the race,

he couldn't look at it anymore.

Water!

I would have sold it.

A nobleman like him never sells,

he just destroys.

Everything I have

for a drop of water.

Did you hear that?

If you had water,

you'd be a rich man.

He's mad to start

all these duels.

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