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1 |
Étienne d’Ambreville |
Do I live? Am I dead? Am
I…dead? Or do I merely dream of the life that once was mine. My past, spread
out before me. Glimpses in a brass mirror. All my mistakes, all the lost
opportunities! Old loves, old enemies. Joy, heartbreak, betrayal after
betrayal. While through it all I lie here, helpless. The Old One said, see
who you are. See what you have become. By your choices we shall judge you.
Whose, then, are the voices that mock me, and who can break the patterns that
entrap me? |
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2 |
Petit-Singe |
Mesdames and messieurs, may
I have a word with you? It is very important, très important. Lives in
the balance, the prospect of much money, yes? I represent a wealthy family,
and we need you, you and your friends. Come; let me buy you a fine dinner,
wine, just for the task of listening to me. |
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3 |
Petit-Singe |
My name is Maurice Belòn. I am often called
Petit-Singe. I am by trade a teacher of children; I have been many other
things, though. A court jester, a magician, a historian. I work for the
d’Ambreville family of Nouvelle Averoigne in Glantri. New Averoigne, you
would call it. A year ago, I was entrusted with a mission to search the world
until I find someone, a special someone, who would fulfill the prophecy. I
thought my search was in vain. Then, I saw you, Standing there with gold
raining down upon you, and in the light, it seemed truly to be gold dust. I
knew you were the one promised to us in a vision. |
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Wilton |
Ahem. Dinner is served. |
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4 |
Petit-Singe |
You have heard, perhaps, of Étienne d’Ambreville?
The prince-magicien? A great wizard, and a great man. Before his
disappearance at the end of the Alphatian War four years ago now, he was a master
of the Great School of Magic, Prince of Nouvelle Averoigne, and perhaps the
most skilled magician in all of Glantri. We believe that on the last day of
the war, as Glantri City was being bombarded by Alphatian wizards, he cast
some truly potent spell, that caused the attack to fail, but perished in the
process, sacrificing himself to save his country. |
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Wilton |
Ground pepper in your soup, sir. |
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Petit-Singe |
A soupçon, Wilton, if you
please. |
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Wilton |
Very good, sir. |
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Petit-Singe |
His body was never found, disintegrated, no doubt,
by the magical energies he released. His death left the family in the
Principality in chaos as his relatives squabbled over the succession.
Eventually…that will do, Wilton. |
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Wilton |
Very good, sir. |
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Petit-Singe |
Eventually, after months of bitter feuding, his
sister-in-law, Princess Isidore, and her husband, Sir Richard, triumphed when
she destroyed their chief rival, Prince Henri, in a magical duel. Now,
Isidore and Richard rule the Principality jointly, and things have settled
back to normal, or as near to normal as the d’Ambrevilles ever get. |
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Wilton |
More wine? |
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Petit-Singe |
Then, a year ago, Étienne’s mother, Dame Camille,
took me aside and told me she just had a prophetic vision. Poor Madame, she
been drifting through life with very little contact with reality for decades,
but that morning she was completely lucid. I think perhaps, she was never
truly senile all those years. I think instead, that her mind was sleeping,
recovering from tragedy. Now, to prevent another tragedy, she has awakened.
The vision? Oh yes. She told me that Étienne was not dead. She dreamed of
heroes, so blessed by the Immortals that showers of gold rained down upon
their heads. Upon awakening, she knew that these heroes were the key. Only
they could retrieve her lost son from whatever spell or whatever prison
holds. Once before, when Étienne was assassinated by his wife Catherine and
his brother Henri, the Immortals cursed the whole clan. |
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Wilton |
Indeed sir, a most unpleasant incident. |
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Petit-Singe |
Yes, cursed the whole clan, banishing the castle
into a strange dimension of mist, where family members slowly went mad, until
brave adventurers from outside broke the curse and returned Étienne to life.
Now, as then, the Immortals have clearly decreed that gallant outsiders are
needed to put things right. I suspect that old curse has arisen like a zombie
from its coffin. Something's wrong with the d’Ambrevilles. It’s subtle,
nothing a stranger might notice. But I am not a stranger I have known these
people for centuries. Again, they’re starting to grow peculiar. Glantri needs
the d’Ambrevilles, and the d’Ambrevilles need you. |
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Wilton |
Dessert, sir? |
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Petit-Singe |
Ah! The pièce de résistance.
The flambé! Oui, Wilton, oui! A flambé, yes
Wilton. For now, Dame Camille feigns madness, keeping her
return to sanity a secret. Étienne has many friends, but also many enemies
who would try to prevent his return if they learned of it ahead of time.
Believe me when I say, Sir Richard and Princess Isidore would not relish
giving up the reigns of power, not to mention rival Princes, who are glad to
see Nouvelle Averoigne’s influence within Glantri diminished, or foreign
nations which would be rejoice to see Glantri wither like a plucked rose. So
you must be circumspect, discreet, cautious. |
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Wilton |
Ahem, beg pardon sir, but I believe her exact
words were: “Find them, Petit-Singe. Make sure they are not all muscle-headed
morons, and make it worth their while to help us." |
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Petit-Singe |
So, here is our plan. You must come with me to
Château Sylaire in the guise of paid companions to old Dame Camille. As
servants, you will be able to move about the castle freely, and escape
suspicion |
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Wilton |
Indeed sir, I have always found that most members
of the family showed remarkably little interest in what went on below stairs |
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Petit-Singe |
So we hope. My friends, for your troubles I will
pay all your travel expenses and five golden ducats. |
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Wilton |
Ten golden ducats |
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Petit-Singe |
That's what I meant. Yes. Ten golden ducats. |
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Wilton |
Apiece |
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Petit-Singe |
Of course. Apiece |
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Wilton |
Per day. |
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Petit-Singe |
Per day. Yes, yes. Per day. Once we reach the
family château, and when you succeed in finding out what has befallen the prince-magicien,
and return him to us, which I'm sure great adventurers such as yourselves
shall accomplish easily enough, my lady will pay your group a very, very
generous total of twenty-four thousand golden ducats from the family
treasures. A princely sum indeed, hey? Of course, I need not mention you
should restrain yourselves from any kleptomaniacal impulses. If any family
member's personal possessions go missing, the most recently hired servants
are always interrogated first, and with great vigor. |
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Wilton |
Quite so, sir. One calls to mind that unfortunate
incident where Sir Richard caught a footman stealing some of Princess
Isidore's spell components. Compelled the unfortunate fellow to ingest them,
as I recall. |
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Petit-Singe |
Please, Wilton, don't remind me while we're
eating. The mere thought conjures up a most disagreeable image. Now, what do
you say, my friends? Will you prove that you are indeed the heroes of our
prophecy? |
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5 |
Wilton |
Pardon me for taking the liberty, sir, but it
occurred to me that you may not know that priests suffer certain restrictions
in Glantri. For decades, the practice of clerical magic was highly
discouraged. To put it baldly, even Père Simon, Prince Étienne's own brother,
had to remain in hiding in fear of his life for many years. Today, a much
more liberal policy persists. Priests aren't precisely burned at the stake or
broken on the wheel or snapped on the rack, but it might be in your best
interest to register at the border and refrain from vulgar displays of magical
powers. I have letters signed by Dane Camille that will allow you passage in
Glantri. Each letter permits you to cast one specific kind of clerical magic.
The first is for the practice of Healer. As such, you could cast only healing
magic while Glantrians are about to observe you, in a clearly unobstructed
manner. The second is for the practice of Provider. You could cast only
spells that produce food, water, and the like, and of course, should be with
the said Glantrians observing you in the aforementioned unobstructed manner.
If you should conjure up water, might I recommend it have an invigorating and
bubbly quality to it? The Glantrians like that sort of thing. The third, and
last, is for the practice of Investigator. You may only use magic that finds
and analyses things. Cast a spell not of the approved type where Glantrians
can see you, and you can be charged with illegal clericism, and, of course,
punished. Punished rather severely. Well, to be quite honest, executed, in
fact. Slowly. Now feel free to choose any one of these letters. But, I remind
you, whichever one you choose, you will be looked upon with great suspicion
by some while you are within Glantri's borders. Of course, you can just
pretend to be an easily identifiable, somewhat boorish garden-variety type of
fighter of the lowliest class. In that case, I recommend you carry a sword,
even if you can't use one. That will help to complete the disguise. This way,
you would be under no suspicion, for mindless thugs are somewhat the rule in Glantri.
On the other hand, if you do assume said disguise and were then observed
casting any spell whatsoever, and turned in, you would be tried and executed.
This is quite an important decision, so think it over tonight, and tell me
your choice in the morning. |
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6 |
Guard 1 |
Halt! Who goes there? |
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Guard 2 |
Halt! Who goes there? |
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Guard 1 |
Ah! Fatigue! I already said that! |
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Guard 2 |
I was just trying to make it more official-like. |
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Guard 1 |
Look, mon ami, you stick to your lines and
I'll stick to mine, eh? Right from the top then. Halt! Who goes there? |
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Guard 2 |
One more time. You got a bit ahead of me. |
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Guard 1 |
Halt! Who goes there? |
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Petit-Singe |
It is I, Petit-Singe, with some new servants for
Dame Camille. |
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Guard 1 |
Ho, ho, ho. How do we know you're the real
Petit-Singe, eh? You might be one of those, uh, uh, double-goer types, eh? Come to spy on us, you might. |
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Guard 2 |
Ah-ha. Quick! What's the password? If you are who
you say you are, you will know the password. |
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Petit-Singe |
The password? |
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Guard 1 |
The password? We've got a password? |
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Petit-Singe |
There isn't any password, you idiots. |
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Guard 2 |
Ah-ha. That’s just what you would say if you were
a spy. |
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Guard 1 |
Hm-hm. Since when have we had a password? |
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Petit-Singe |
But a real spy would know the password. And since
there isn't one, and I don't know it, then obviousely I'm not engaged in any duplicity! |
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Guard 1 |
Give me a bit. Let me think this one through. |
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Guard 2 |
Let him pass! |
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Guard 1 |
All right, you may pass. |
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Guard 2 |
Yes, open the gate! Ouvrez la porte! |
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Guard 1 |
So. What is the password? |
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Guard 2 |
There isn't one. I just made that part up. |
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Guard 1 |
Then how could he know it? |
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Guard 2 |
He didn't. That's how come we knew. |
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Guard 1 |
Knew what? |
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Guard 2 |
That he wasn't. |
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Guard 1 |
Wasn't what? |
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Guard 2 |
What he wasn't. |
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Guard 1 |
Wasn't he? |
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7 |
Emile |
Good evening, madame and messieur. Welcome to
Château Sylaire. |
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8 |
As track 9, in Sylaire (French) |
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9 |
Richard |
So glad you finally arrived. Another day, and you might
have missed the big event. |
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Geneviève de Sephora |
And where is the happy couple? |
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Richard |
Wandering starry-eyed in the atrium, of course.
They'll be delighted that you're here. |
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10 |
Richard |
Little ape! I would have sworn you’d be dead by
now. Quel dommage. And who are these? |
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Petit-Singe |
They're for your mother, great Prince. She sent me
out into the world to find her some amusing companions. These are they. |
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Richard |
Compagnons? Mother, you grow embarrassing in your dotage. |
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Camille |
Well, I only wanted some chicken, dear. Come to grand-mère,
little goslings. You must be starved, poor little things. Come up to my room.
We'll get to know one another over some tea, while they're making goo,
your rooms ready. |
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11 |
Camille |
Well now, so you are the ones. I knew you were
coming today. Last night, I had another dream of Étienne. He was a child
again, an infant, barely a toddler. In my dream, I saw him exploring the
mansion, small but unafraid, walking down a long hallway, unaware that a
coach drawn by four night-black stallions was racing down the hallway behind
him. I couldn't move or speak, only watch as his doom raced toward him. Just
before he was trampled, he was snatched to safety by someone who looked just
like you. The image of my son as an infant sticks in my mind. Even now, I see
it more clearly than I see you before me. I think it must signify that Étienne
is returning to us! But somehow, vulnerable. And the coach, something
threatens him, but I'm powerless to stop it, whatever it is! I'm old, and
tired. You, my young friends, are the key to his return. |
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12 |
Ariette |
So you're Dame Camille's new pets? Just make sure
you behave and don't end up a canary like poor Pierre. You're lucky though.
She's the nicest of them all, I think. Not a grouch like Richard or Marie-Hélène or a meanie like
Guillaume or Janette. They're all touched, you know, even the nicest ones
like Simon and Magdalène and Gaston. Sometimes, I
think people weren't meant to live hundreds of years. It does something to
them. The servants too! Everyone here is a bit mad. The cook is quite mad.
And I am deranged! And you must be truly twisted to willingly come here! |
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13 |
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14 |
Janette |
Oughtn't to be allowed, a priest walking around in
the open like that. |
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Guillaume |
I agree, my love, but, if Richard allows such a
farce, what is there to do? |
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Janette |
There are ways to show him his error. |
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Guillaume |
Perhaps it is time we tried that. |
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15 |
Simon |
So, you think forgiveness impossible, or merely
impossibly difficult? |
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Claude |
Does it matter? We are doomed in the grand scheme
of things. |
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Simon |
Of course it matters! The Immortals judge us by
our efforts, not the results. |
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Claude |
Perhaps. But some failures stain a mortal soul
that he can never be free of the taint again. As you know well, dear uncle. |
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16 |
Jean-Louis |
Ah, you have to let the
young people have their fun, Aunt Marie-Hélène |
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Marie-Hélène |
Hmph! A complete waste of
time, if you ask me! |
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Isidore |
Good thing nobody asked
you, then. |
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Jean-Louis |
Eh, eh, eh, eh. |
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Marie-Hélène |
Hmph! |
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17 |
Michel |
Bonjour! May I have the
pleasure of this dance? |
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18 |
Dian de Moriamis |
Well, hello there. Is this
seat taken? |
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19 |
Georges |
Hey! You! The lackey with
the excessively stupid bovine expression! Get me a fresh plate! And a fresh
glass while you’re at it! |
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20 |
Monique |
I’m so glad you’ve come.
Something’s terribly wrong! Come to my room in half an hour. Make sure you’re
not followed. |
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21 |
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22 |
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Concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…concentrate…concentrate |
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23 |
Michel |
Make me proud, Étienne.
You’ve been given a great gift. You must forge it into a mighty weapon. |
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Étienne |
I’ll study, Father! I don’t
want to play. I don’t want to sing. I don’t need friends. |
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24 |
Étienne |
Pardon. And please forgive
me. But I can’t talk for long. I have to study. My father told me to study
hard, so he’d be proud of me. I want him to be proud of me. He says I’ve
inherited a great gift for magic from my mother, and I can’t afford to waste
it. It might save my life, or his, or hers or the whole family’s someday. So
there’s no time to play like my brothers. I have to study. I’m sorry; I can’t
talk to you anymore. |
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25 |
Michel |
Trying to corrupt my little
boy, are we? Trying to make him set aside his studies and become a little
idiot like you are? I’ll teach you to interfere! |
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26 |
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27 |
Véronique |
So, you are the chosen
ones. Not what I would have expected. They usually prefer empty-headed
musclemen and silly women with pretty faces. No, I think you will be better. |
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28 |
Véronique |
My name is Véronique
Gaudin. I am a friend of the d’Ambrevilles. I was Magdalène’s lady-in-waiting and
her friend for many years. This place is a dream, a memory of the château of
many, many years ago. You see it as it was when Étienne grew up in it. Michel
d’Ambreville was never the ogre you just saw. This is a childhood memory of
him from the times Étienne was angry with him for making the boy study instead
of playing with his brothers. The prophecy is true. I cannot tell you why, or
how. Étienne is coming back. He is not, how do you say, complete. He is
growing up again. You just saw him as a boy, reliving a half-remembered
incident from his past. When he was a boy, he chose only to study, never to
be a boy. When he became a man, he could not remember the joys of being a
child. So, he was less a man then he might have been. And now, it is
happening all over again. He will relive much in the next few nights. Events
that shaped him, many that shaped him wrongly. He needs to be helped, to
achieve the full humanity he never had. Only you can help him. He cannot see
me, or my friend Holiancer. Please help him. The fate of our Glantri turns on
what Étienne d’Ambreville becomes. But, be aware there is someone else out
there in the shadow mansion. Étienne has many enemies. In his life, he dealt
a great defeat to the forces of Entropy. They crave revenge, and they will
try to make him like them. Dark, corrupt. Even if you do not interfere in the
tableau his mind imagines, they will, and they will try to stop you. Beware. |
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29 |
Richard |
Some of you may not know
it, but my daughter was attacked last night. (murmurs) Quiet! As we speak,
her life lies in the balance. |
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Isidore |
Fortunately, good Father
Simon, the priest, has lever les morts, raised dead on Monique, and
she is safe for now. But she is still very weak, and can tell us nothing
about the attack. For safety’s sake, we’ve moved her to our own chambers
until she’s fully recovered. |
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Richard |
In the meantime, I can’t
prove yet who was behind last night’s attack, but I have my suspicions. Only
one person here has deliberately harmed another member of the family. Only this
person dared to strike against our own flesh and blood. Catherine! You
poisoned your own husband once! Rad knows Étienne deserved it, but the fact
remains that you are a poisoner! |
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Catherine |
Richard, Isidore, you know
I would never harm Monique! I, I love her like she was my own daughter! |
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Richard |
So you say! I intend to
find out. Guards! |
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Isidore |
I advise you to go quietly,
dear. If you are innocent, we’ll soon find out. If you’re not… |
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Catherine |
I tell you I’m innocent,
Richard! And I can prove it. |
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Richard |
One way or another,
something will be proven. |
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30 |
Richard |
The pall of this night is
lifted. Monique is safe now. Today, we celebrate a happy occasion. The long
awaited marriage of my wife’s brother and my only sister. |
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Isidore |
Magdalène, darling, you’ll have to
pick a new maid of honor. Monique is simply too ill to attend. |
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Richard |
André-David, Magdalène. I apologize for all
this unpleasantness. Brother Charles, a toast! |
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Charles |
Hm? Oh. A toast. Yes. Well.
The lady Magdalène and her mighty hunter. May they be as happy as
they deserve. |
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31 |
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32 |
Simon |
Poison in my cup. |
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Richard |
Lucky you detected it in
time. What tipped you off? |
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Simon |
My dear brother, I can’t
remember the last time I sat down to a family dinner without a detect poison
spell handy. |
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Richard |
Unfortunately, you are
right. But we will deal with this after the ceremony. |
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33 |
Simon |
I’ll keep this brief and
not bore you with a long sermon. We all know why we’re here, and how right it
is for these two to be joined. If anyone has objections, now is the time to
make a fool of yourself and voice them. Right. Magdalène, do you take this good
man as your husband from this time forward, until Death herself parts you. |
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Magdalène |
I do |
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Simon |
And you, André-David. Do you take this
good woman as your wife until Death herself parts you? |
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André-David |
Oh yes. |
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Simon |
Then, I pronounce you
husband and wife, until the Immortals themselves part you at life’s end. I’d
kiss her now if I were you. |
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34 |
Simon |
Hot in here, isn’t it. Or
is it just me? It smells like smoke. (screams) |
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35 |
Messenger |
Sir Étienne! Your father’s
unit is hard pressed! I think the line is collapsing! |
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Étienne |
Reserves be damned! We have
to save my father! Forward! |
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Soldiers |
d’Ambreville! d’Ambreville! |
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36 |
Hazelthorn |
The enemy must suffer for this
evil deed, Étienne. We captured their quartermaster, their wounded, some of
their women and children. Give me the word, and I will have them all executed
in full view of the enemy. Our foes will learn what it means to kill a lord
of the d’Ambrevilles |
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Wounded prisoner |
Water! Somebody, help me! |
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37 |
Étienne |
Yes. Execute them. Let them
suffer as I suffer now. |
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38 |
Hazelthorn |
You are real. In Château
Sylaire? What are you doing here? Never mind. These men are forces of the enemy.
They encourage you to weakness! Let us kill the prisoners now! |
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39 |
Hazelthorn |
You’ve made an enemy now,
you meddling children. You’ll regret you ever stood in my path! |
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40 |
Étienne |
You had the courage to stop
me from making a terrible mistake. I will always remember your actions.
Please, take this as a token of my thanks. |
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41 |
Camille |
This ring. I have not seen
it in years. Yes, it is! It’s Étienne’s! I gave it to him myself when he was only
sixteen. He lost it to a thief long ago. But it was already worn with years
of wear when it was stolen. This one looks almost new. |
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42 |
Sound effect |
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43 |
Étienne |
I’m sorry. It has to be
this way. I’m forced to walk a path you must not follow. Someday all the
world will be my enemy. I will not have this happen to you. We can never
marry. |
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Geneviève |
You have to tell me why!
You owe me that. Whatever it is, I will face it with you! We belong together! |
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Étienne |
No! Geneviève, you must
find someone else to love. Someday, you will know what I am, and you will
hate me also! If some part of you does not, it will thank me for doing this. |
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Geneviève |
Oh, Étienne! |
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44 |
Confessor |
There, there, my child.
I’ll protect you from these foul intruders. |
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45 |
Charles |
Oh, yes. I know what’s
going on. I’ve known all along. Simple, really, once you separate out the red
herrings. Red herrings, red herrings! The innocents and scapegoats killed or
framed to confuse the issue. The secret...secret, secret, I got a secret,
don’t take a peek, it’s my little secret...is to find the common link. Some
traits all the real victims shared. Then you will know why they were killed
and who killed them. There are really only six of us who have to die...six,
six, a boat on the sticks, pennies on my eyes, how I’m in a fix…myself,
Isidore, Magdalène, Monique, Gaston, and Guillaume. I imagine
he’ll kill Catherine and Janette, and my wife if he can, though it’s not
really necessary. But he’ll probably do it anyway. He never was subtle, and
he hates us all so. Clever, though. Not as clever as I am (laughs). He’s
confused the issue, which is revenge, revenge on the whole family. None of
the rest can inherit. Petty, but almost brilliant. After all, who’d ever
suspect the dead? I have a brother, mostly dead. It’s Henri of course.
Richard and Isidore killed him, now he’s killing us. And we can’t stop him
because, he’s already dead. Funny, isn’t it? (laughs) |
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46 |
Étienne |
Ah, my old friends. I am
ashamed that you see me this way. They have undone me, Catherine and Henri.
The wine they served me with their own hands was full of poison. I am dead. I
do not know how it is that my mind continues to function. Perhaps it is so
with all the dead. I hope not, for this is the most horrible fate I can
imagine for anyone. I lie here, and feel decay begin to pluck at my body. I
smell my own corruption. May the Immortals help me! Help me! I’m dead! But there is still power within me,
and Henri and Catherine will not go unpunished! There is still power within
me... |
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47 |
Étienne |
Revenge, suffer, hate,
revenge, suffer, took it all with my revenge. All my family has hated me at one
time or another, so all deserve to suffer! Revenge, revenge, revenge… |
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48 |
Étienne |
Now, we are in a place of
no escape. My hateful family is trapped here to suffer forever! Living an eternity
of agonizing life, as I exist in agonizing death. I will change them, make
them grieve, teach them pain, teach them horror. See the revenge I will
unleash on them! |
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49 |
Étienne |
How noble of you, but my vengeance
is already set into effect. You see it flying above you. It has to have
victims. My family will be those victims, unless you wish to take the
vengeance on yourselves! Revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge… |
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50 |
Étienne |
You wish to do this? To
suffer so? For people who are not your kin? |
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51 |
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52 |
Étienne |
Ah, so tired. I feel my
mind fade. At last, I sink into true death. Perhaps it is better. The rest of
my vengeance is now free to roam. |
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53 |
Véronique |
He’s not really dead, you
know. He’s trapped in a state between life and death. His mind sleeps but is
aware, and his enemies are out there to poison that mind. If we are to
succeed, you must find him. Help him to awaken. Help him to feel! Use
everything you know, and everything you find here. |
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54 |
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55 |
Hazelthorn |
So, my old enemy. You are
in my power at last! How I’ve longed for this moment. What a lovely sight it
is, to see you trapped in your own rotting dead body. They were glad to see
you die, you know, your family. How they celebrated once you were safely
encoffined and they were rid of you at last! Now, you will lie there forever,
alert yet unable to move, as your flesh slowly rots off your bones, gnawed by
vermin, infested with grave worms, till you go mad with despair. |
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56 |
Hazelthorn |
Visitors are here, Étienne!
Its time to give them a piece of your mind! |
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Étienne |
No, no, please don’t. |
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Hazelthorn |
Your friends cannot save
you now, Étienne. You have no friends. Ah, how ugly I will make you, the prince-magicien.
Your own children, your mother, your old lover, will all recoil in horror at
the sight of you! |
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57 |
Richard |
Petit-Singe, I find you
guilty of conspiring to murder members of my family. Of smuggling assassins
to this very château in the guise of paid companions. And of helping those
murderers to escape once their evil work was done. |
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Camille |
But, Richard… |
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Isidore |
And you, chère mère,
it’s not safe to let you wander about anymore. I’ll find you some truly
suitable companions. Some muscular matrons from out back to keep you out of
trouble, perhaps. You’ll thank me in the…u'est-ce que c'est? what’s
this? Caramba! |
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Richard |
Speak the name of a fiend
and he will appear. And all his hordes with him, it seems. I sentence you all
to death for your crimes, and for disappointing my dear mother as you have.
Kill them! l'attaque! l'attaque! mort! mort! |
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58 |
Camille |
Enough of this charade.
Henri, you were a terrible brat. You still are. En garde! |
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59 |
Étienne |
It is right, Henri. Time
for you to step down as Prince. |
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60 |
Henri |
Curses, foiled again! You
haven’t seen the last of me, Étienne! I’ll be back! I’ll..Yikes! |
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61 |
Étienne |
I have returned, thanks to
the help of these good people. Already the memory grows dim. All I can say is
that my spells to defend the city from the Alphatian‘s attack swept me away
to a distant dimension. Since then, I have been dreaming, dreaming of all the
failures in my life. But these adventurers, these bold ones, they have saved
me from that grim fate. Alas, that they could not save poor Geneviève. But
what’s this? The body’s melting. It’s snow! This isn’t Geneviève at all! It’s
a simulacrum. |
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62 |
Geneviève |
Perhaps I can explain. I
suspected that something was amiss when I intercepted Monique’s message
asking that scoundrel, Malachie du Marais, for help. So I decided to come
myself. I thought that by sending a simulacrum in my place and disguising
myself as one of your maids, I could see twice as much without drawing
suspicion to myself. Pardon me for saying so, but you d’Ambrevilles never did
pay enough attention to your hired help. |
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Étienne |
Eh, eh, eh. Then perhaps
it’s time we did something about that. It is good to see you again, mon
amour. |
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63 |
Camille |
Étienne, will you do one
thing for your old mother? |
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Étienne |
Ma mère, you know you have only to
ask. |
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Camille |
It’s all very well having
you back, but I miss my other little goslings. Could you bring them back from
the dead, just like last time, just for me? |
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Étienne |
(sighs) Oh, very well. But
it’s the last time, you understand. If they get themselves killed again,
they’ll have to see to it themselves. |
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64 |
Étienne |
My friends, my debt to you
is great. Please, stay in my home as my honored guests for a few days, while
I think of a suitable reward. |
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65 |
Véronique |
I fear that he is not all
that he could be, but at least he lives. Perhaps he can learn the humanity
that he failed to learn during his previous life. Thank you for trying to
help |
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66 |
Véronique |
He’s more than he used to
be, more humane and less indifferent. He neglected his family, now he will
treat them better. |
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67 |
Véronique |
You have done better than
any could have guessed. Glantri owes you much, and the events that overtake
this land in future years are largely due to what you have done. You may find
that you have gained allies who are more powerful than you realize. |
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68 |
Étienne |
Here it is, and you would
honor me if you would accept this modest domicile. It is yours, to keep or to
sell as you choose. I’ve tried to think of everything, furnishings, ground,
staff. |
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Geneviève |
The horses, Étienne! |
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Étienne |
Ah yes, I was forgetting.
The horses you ride are yours as well. Treat them well. Their sires came from
Old Averoigne, from my father’s own stables. |
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69 |
Petit-Singe |
Forgive me; perhaps I
should have waited a bit longer. I have always been impatient. No matter; you
did very well. I will have a word with that gentleman and let him know that
he should go home. Au revoir! Pardon me, messieur. May I have a word with
you? My name is Maurice Belòn. I am often called
Petit-Singe. |
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Many thanks to Tharquil for his help in creating this transcript.
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