The Saragossa Manuscript Page #3

If you have a master

who likes collecting wounds,

you have to be

ready for anything.

God damn it!

I'd sell my soul

for a drop of water.

I have invited you all

to attend my wedding,

every one with whom I have had

the pleasure of crossing swords

at least once and whom, of

course, I havent killed.

You came to rejoice with me.

I need your advice.

Here is a letter

from the may or of Bayon,

asking me to take possession

of my ancestral castle

in the Ardennes.

Should I leave

the king's service

or leave my heritage

to its own fate?

If you vote...

I'll do

as you advise.

Please hurry, seores,

or the meat will be quite cold.

Farewell, my king and lord,

farewell, sunny Spain,

and I invite you to a feast

at my castle in the Ardennes.

Who will pa y?

This is a great loss!

This is going to ruin me!

Follow me!

Nothing can equal

our sunny Spain.

This was a stupid idea.

I don't think

I'll ever sing

a serenade

to the most beautiful seorita.

Hush.

True, it's not

the same.

I don't envy

the bride and groom.

Long live

the bride and groom!

I wish your son

a prompt return to Spain.

Seora, our son

will be named Alfonso.

Seores, continue your feast.

I, a true Spaniard,

have to fulfill my duties.

Seora, this rain reminds me

of the siege of Lerida,

when I stood up to my waist

in water.

They were beautiful times.

I was famous

for my bravery then.

Exactly nine months later,

I was born.

You told us a nice story.

It seems your father

is a man of honor.

Have you inherited

this virtue?

Boasting is not a feature of

a Walloon Guard officer, Father.

Before you start

your own story,

I'll ask Pasheko

to bring you some fresh mil k.

No, I better start

straight away.

I was brought up away from home

to learn the way s of a nobleman.

"... and the lid flew open.

I saw a skeleton coming out.

"I drew my sword, but the

skeleton tore off its left hand,

"using it as a weapon,

and fiercely attack ed me.

"I was defending my self bravely

"when another skeleton

jumped out,

"snapped off

a rib of the first,

and struck me with

all his might. "

Welcome, son!

It's been so long,

so many years

My dearest son!

You didn't forget

your holy alphabet, my son?

Or my sophisticated

teachings?

No, I've been

studying hard.

Show us then, son.

Very well,

excellent.

Dear Eureko, leave manly things

to men.

The time has come

to show you the ultimate stroke.

It's extremely complicated,

but once you've mastered it,

you'll be

one of the best fencers.

En garde!

Dear Eureko!

I fought 130...

yes, my son, 130 duels.

I'll give you

all my experience now.

Allez!

I failed again.

You were

the finest fencer.

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