The Tomb of Ligeia Page #4

She smiled and said,

"I will always be your wife...

...your only wife."

"I have willed it."

(VErdErn) Have you ever tried

to recall to memory something forgotten,

oo o o ogo o ooco

...and yet, in the end, been unable to remember?

No

No, if I fear, it's...

...it's for my mind that I fear.

What, after all, is madness, but belief in...

in what does not exist?

I believed in Ligeia, in her will...

...and I believed too well.

Consider the skill and the instruments required

to cut the date of her death from that stone,

and consider my skill with such instruments.

And consider my hand

guilty with marble.

- I cut the date from that stone.

- And you didn't know?

No, not until now.

So, you see, if I fear, it's...

...it's for my mind.

- What? Why now?

- You must get away. You must find something...

- (bEhh tohhs)

(groarns)

(sobs)

(RowErna whnimpErs)

(RowErna wEEps)

(VErdErn) You're safe now, my darling.

You're safe with me

(bEhhs pEah)

(RowErna) When I was a child,

we stayed by the sea.

(VErdErn) I remember little of my childhood.

I lived with my father in the wild country.

- (RowErna) What was your father like?

- (VErdErn) He was a strong man.

His very manner was formed by the landscape.

In his forehead, you could see

the line of the hills against the sky.

(RowErna) I feel I want to begin again with you.

Take me somewhere I've never been before,

somewhere new, for us.

(VErdErn) In Celtic religion,

Stonehenge was a temple to the god of healing.

It was built over,000 years ago,

and do you know why it remains, Rowena?

It was built with a sense of purpose,

stone by stone, like the pyramids in Egypt

or the Aztec towers in Mexico.

- Like our abbey.

- Yes, my dear, yes, like our abbey.

(sighns) Where are we?

It won't be long now.

Christopher reached me by post in Rome.

The papers for the sale of the abbey

are in order.

Tomorrow, we'll have a party

to celebrate our return,

and our leaving.

Well, here we are, my dear.

Come along.

For the moment, this is your home, Rowena.

Welcome home, ma'am.

Yo oo o,

M:

Thank you. Oh, thank you. They're lovely.

Oh, Verden, I...

As long as we stay here, you will be comfortable.

(brushnirng)

Verden?

Verden?

(brushnirng)

I tell you, it's not the fox, Doctor,

it's the hunt. The hunt.

To pit your wits and the hounds'

against animal cunning is more than sport.

- For the fox at any rate.

- (haughns)

Your bride seems

in an unusually reflective mood tonight.

- The journey no doubt tired her.

- Yes. What news on the sale of the abbey?

- Something rather awkward.

- Difficulty over the estate lying in two counties?

No

W, o

The abbey is in Ligeia's name

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