The Tomb of Ligeia Page #5

and I can locate no certificate of her death.

- What can be done?

- Nothing without that.

- There never was a certification.

- ut surely...

The authorities insist

on ascertaining cause of death.

The confusion of the two counties.

Each assumed the other had seen to it.

It's not as simple as that.

The abbey, much of the estate is in her name.

Should this be discovered,

there'll be an inquest, possibly more.

No oo, o oo go o go go

We all hunt for different things

in our lives, aron.

A colleague of mine in Switzerland,

a charlatan really, one Franz Mesmer,

claims to have brought to ground some subtle,

invisible fluid with miraculous healing powers.

M oo o c, Doco,

o oo c o c o

q o o

Do o o o

No

ut I knew an interested disciple...

...one who sought relief from an incurable ill.

- Were they cured?

- I say, were they cured?

- I think not.

You don't seem certain.

At any rate, hypnotism's effect on memory

interests me more than its curative powers.

Through it,

one is able to call to mind things long forgotten...

...or to forget things... best not called to mind.

And might we see a demonstration?

I can't effect the sale of the abbey

until something more is done.

You see, legally, Ligeia is still alive,

still your wife.

I await your pleasure, sir.

Christopher, I must talk to you. Since last night,

until you arrived, I had not seen Verden.

- And something else, something horrible.

- Rowena.

We mustn't keep our guests waiting.

(doctor) This is a surprise.

Is Lady Rowena going to assist you?

Would you mind, my dear, assisting me?

- No.

- Sit down.

Ko c, o o co o

M oo, ooo o co oo

- ut...

- Please.

Doctor.

Christopher.

No, Roo, oo g

What do you remember of your mother?

Well, nothing really, other than portraits.

She died when I was three.

No, oo

(Roa sprs) oo o g

You had but to come to me. I never left my room.

Rowena...

...you must trust me.

Give over your will to mine.

No o coo o o

Give over your will to mine.

Your hands are melting into mine.

Soon, very soon,

they will be one with mine.

You will try, but you will not be able to...

You will try soon... You will try soon...

You will try now, but you will not,

you cannot move them.

Close your eyes.

Rowena...

- (drowsihy) Yes?

- You may let loose of my hands now.

Rowena, you wish to let loose of my hands now,

oco o o oo,

o o o, o o g

So young.

All brightness,

and butterflies are a wonder to behold.

- See them? See them?

- Yes.

There is one resting on a rosebush,

one whose wings you can almost touch.

Reach out, Rowena. Touch those wings.

You can almost... No, it flew away.

No o, Roo

There is no need to weep.

Your mother is coming.

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