Unconquered Page #5

He didn't have the courage.

It is rather a grim joke.

You bought me.

No. Bone.

Where're you going?

He'll sell the others

at Peakestown Fair.

You're not for sale.

I won't go with him.

You'll go all right.

I ain't bad company.

Get the furs aboard

and the slaves ashore.

Start west before night.

What's the matter, Jason?

You're not singing.

I guess there ain't

much singing left in me,

Master Chris.

Just thinking.

You're thinking, too, Diana?

Why? Haven't I been talking?

Yes, you've been talking,

but about dogs

and colts and cotton.

About most everything

except us.

Well, the mosquitoes

are glad I'm back anyway.

Oh, I'm glad

you're back, Chris.

So is your brother, Harold.

Poor Hal.

Poor?

Well, we can't

both have you, Diana.

Chris,

when I look into your eyes,

I don't see myself there.

You must be a little blind.

I see horizons,

ranges of uncrossed mountains,

the unknown.

You belong to that, Chris,

the way an eagle

belongs to the sky.

But I'm different.

No, you're not.

Let me tell you

what I see in your eyes.

No.

You won't like the view.

It doesn't go beyond

the walls of Holden Hall.

What are you trying to say?

Something I've been

trying to tell you

in everything but words.

Hal and I are married.

You married Holden Hall

and 20,000 a year.

I married the things

I want, Chris.

Where are we, Jason?

Just passing Blount's Landing,

Master Chris.

Put me ashore.

Chris, come home

and meet your brother.

I don't care to inherit

the brand of Cain.

He set aside 20,000 for you.

I paid 100

for a little thief

aboard ship.

I think you were overpriced.

I was never yours to sell.

I guess you're right.

Your wedding present's

in those trunks.

There's a green dress with

all the fluff to go with it,

designed by Forgel,

Madame Pompadour's

dressmaker.

Just right for you.

Cost 187.

Here are the keys.

You'll find someone

more worthy than I am

to wear them.

Some squaw,

west of the Alleghenies.

Swing those trunks ashore.

Yes, sir, Master Chris.

Oh, Chris,

you'll forget me in no time.

You'll forget that

in no time.

Just pile that stuff

right here.

I'll get a wagon.

Yes, sir, Master Chris.

Take me with you,

Master Chris.

You're not mine to take.

I'll miss you, Jason.

You taught me

most of what I know.

You might have taught me

a little more about women.

Goodbye, old friend.

Now, while balancing

himself on one foot

with nothing between

him and the ground

but this knife-sharp wire,

he will cut in two

a paper tube

held in the mouths

of these fair young damsels.

Don't worry if he misses,

he told me they were

two-faced.

This gentleman...

Hi, there, John Fraser.

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