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PSYCHE and NARCISSUS

A film by Gábor Bódy

Based on "Psyche", by Séndor Weéres

Scenario by Vilmos Csaplér and Gébor Bédy

Psyche,

that is, Erzsébet Lényay

was born in 1795

on the 27th of January at Nagylénya.

Her father, Jénos Lényay, one of the wealthiest peers

she being the daughter of Jénos Lényay.

She used her title just for tradition...

Erzsébet Lényay was born on 27th January in 1795, at Nagylénya.

Her father, Lényay...

The Habsburgs recognized the family's nobility, but not its rank.

Her mother, a Gypsy girl's bastard, had been adopted by Count Majléth,

thus she became Countess Barbara Majlath.

Count Majléth regarded Psyche's mother as his own child.

She considered herself a descendant of the Gypsy king Szindel.

Her husband studied astronomy and astrology.

Her interests were piano, organ and cimbalom playing.

No wonder, therefore, that their first daughter was named Anna Urania Erato

and the second, Erzsébet Méria Psyche.

There was Gypsy blood in her,

and it showed...

The famous Gypsy violinist Jénos Bihari visited Nagylénya

and the wife of Jénos Lényay ran away with him.

She took her daughter with her;

Erzsebet Méria Psyche, then three.

Bihariis relatives lived in the Gypsy settlement near Miskolc.

Psyche spent her childhood there.

Her mother met Jénos Bihari,

the Gypsy violinist who was renowned throughout Europe.

Psyche's mother played the cimbalom

making music with Jénos Bihari

until their mutual talents ran away with each other.

After her mother's death, Psyche was reared by the violinist's relatives

and by kind-hearted common folk.

One such as Lészlé Téth, the shoemaker's grandson

to whom Psyche remained attached all her life.

Later, her uncle sent her to a convent school:

St. Catherine of Siena's at Regensburg.

She left there at fourteen and then went to live with her sister.

Anna, known as Ninon, was married to a landowner, Gaston Hal/er.

The scene of her happy youth is Téllya, in northern Hungary.

José's mare is wonderful.

I'd rather be riding, too.

What lovely weather!

Motherwishes us to arrive by carriage.

She is stubborn, I hear.

She holdsto herideas.

But you needn't be afraid of her.

I'm not afraid. I've suffered many things.

If she encounters no resistance she softens immediately.

She agrees to our engagement, though she's never met you.

My father was a stubborn fool like her.

My motheris not a fool.

My father was;

for years he didn't want to see me.

He let me live among Gypsies and shoemakers, then one day

he sent a carriage for me and ordered them to let me go.

True, little one?

Let him sleep.

I love you.

I've written another poem for you.

I hope it's not as bad as the last

Only you said it was bad. My mother liked it.

- You showed it to her, too? - Yes.

Did she like it?

She praised me.

She doesn't know much about poetry.

Why not? Who does?

I'll show you.

Up to Baracska!

Where are we going?

To Bényécska.

Good, they feed you well there.

Let's not go there now;

my mother expects us by evening.

If we're not there by evening, we'll be there in the morning.

- The young Méricz? - In prison. Made too much noise.

- Ideally, according to Napoleon. ls Muzsay still free? - In prison, too.

- Ars Ionga, vita brevis est. - That's just what I've been thinking.

My suitor, ls1i Terek, writes poems.

He's come for the great critic to appraise his efforts.

So you will be a poet pair.

I am a passionate horseman,

and I put my horses into my love poems, too.

How extraordinary.

You're as lovely as a horse. You hurt my heart without remorse.

I a stallion, you a mare, Will grew old without a care.

Que Dieu te protege.

Tell me if it is poor, I shall not take of fence.

Here's the other one.

- Fair Erzsébet, I beg, harness... - My old nag?

- It rhymes alternately. - Enough of this.

Fair Erzsébet, I beg, harness my horse

We shall rise side by side If I harness yours.

The youngerlady is...

a better poet

than her future husband.

The verses my little Erzsebet has composed

make me believe that her poetic touch,

her warming breath

will be fell in centuries to come!

One I'm especially fond of.

I always have it with me.

As the night is approaching,

I, Psyche, bathe myself.

In rose petals, in rosemary.

tn the scent of century.

I adorn my neck with pearls, My fingers with rings,

A new ribbon into my hair.

Lo, I lie upon my bed, Bedecked with all my jewels.

For in the coppice of my dreams, There I shall encounter...

For in the coppice of my dreams,

'There I shall encounter...

A gallant, handsome lad With eyes afire, so bold.

The finest, best of men,

Whose name I cannot speak...

The finest, best of men;

His love is the love I seek.

Capital!

- The Muses bless you. - If you had a moustache, I'd tweak it.

Dear child, you are rather disrespectful.

She is but a wee child.

No longera child, a woman -to say the least

Where are you going? Wait.

Go and write poems to your mother.

- And the wedding? Hm? - It will surely happen soon.

To the great delight of my sister and her husband.

How are things going in Téllya?

It's alright.

What kind of...

company has assembled there?!

- Do gossips reach even Kassa? - Your repute is not up to much.

Gasion is always out hunting.

At nights he'sjus1 sizzling tipsily.

My sister's doing herjob like a yoked ox.

What should I do? Sit at home and watch them?

Are you in need of anything?

I've got what I need. And what do I need?

Nothing, after all. Nothing.

Bien. Comrne tu veux.

Mais si tu avais besoin de quelquechcse de fargent...

- Money... - No, mercy.

Alright then.

En cochon d'Or. Gold-piglet!

Keep it!

Get thee gone to ls1i Terek!

A bride has to be beside her groom!

Succades approaching!

Stop caressing me, Miss!

I am a swordsman, a horseman, I do not want

a vampire to drain my strength.

Elise...

I, too, wrote a poem about Elise.

"My Afflation"

The Rifle maiden

That inspires my verses

That the Muse gave me,

Is a roguish little scamp

Countess Erzsebet, I beseech you!

I want to have no dealings with ladies as yet,

I want to safeguard

my chastity for as long as possible.

My unbroken strength.

What have you done?

Everything from you leaks onto my pants.

And no one will wash the stain of shame off me.

A soldier must never be afraid.

Don't be afraid and don't mind my reputation.

Atrue masterpiece!

The poem had an influence on her, too.

Psyche is not just a poet.

She's also a muse. A muse!

Are you asleep, children?

I'm tired from riding.

I must have dozed offa little.

I was wrong.

Love doesn't drain energy, but induces it.

If you stay with me, I'll change from a swordsman to a hero.

If you were my wife...

I would save my poor country.

Your late father pushed his wife into sorrow

and you'll be no better or worse. You shall marry no one.

Kiss my left hand when you have it, don'! ache my right,

I will not give it to you. It's fairer if I stay free.

Come indoors, let us play the clavier!

Time to start, brother. It's getting dark.

My mare can find her way home in the dark too.

Krisztinka, why are you limping?

Swollen ankles, like a loaf of bread.

Go to the kitchen and fetch some vinegar.

Palké! Palké!

Where isthe kid?

- Palké, don't hide! - Supper!

I shall not budge until you give in to me, Erzsi.

Palké! Palké!

José, you came close with beautiful words.

But a thousand eyes follow me everywhere.

I can't do all you hope for.

But tonight I shall be up late.

- I shall be reading Sappho. - Where are you, Lis?

Good.

Come to me.

Is ityou?!

Let me go! What do you want?

You've stained my dress with blood!

Will you buy me a new one?

Red flowers go well with white.

I'm not your wife.

You make everything worse, not better!

You torturer of women!

You ugly fart of your mother!

I should have nevergotten married!

'Mat happened? "What?

All he can do is beat me!

Did he do this?

He bit me.

That animal!

Open up!

Open up!

Come out, or I'll shoot the lock to pieces!

Come out!

I said come out!

Don't leave me here!

I'll slay the evil spirit that makes you always miscarry!

Keep quiet.

Open up!

He'll go away. He'll soon go away.

I'm going out.

Let him beat me to death.

No, you must stay!

This is horrible.

- You will come to know it, too. - No, I won't.

It hurts!

I will not live like this.

I hope not.

- May I take the carriage? - Wnere to?

To Réde.

All right.

Lészlé Téth also lived and tutored in the Highlands,

in the manor of Réde. Her childhood friend,

who wrote poems in both Hungarian and Greek.

He fervently wished to rise to greatness from his lowly state,

so...

Psyche has known the poet, Lészlé Téth since the exile of her childhood.

From Avas, alongside Miskolc.

She lived there with her mother and Biharfs Gypsy kin.

He taught the miserable kid how to write.

Back then he taught Erzsébet Lényay to write,

and now he's teaching her haw to poetize.

The gifted pupil followed, admiring and haunting her teacher

with a child's secret love, both back then and later too.

With respect

for the elegant poetry of Lészlé Téth,

with high hopes...

and great expectations...

the noble and rich Rhédey family...

appointed him...

as an instructor.

His pupils were flying around him

like gentle and sweet doves.

These titled and rich maidens

vied for the favours...

of the poor descendant of a clergyman

and a shoemaker.

- Elise! - Laci!

It's ages since you were here.

It's been only a week.

How isthe honourable and charming Countess?

What's wrong?

You look as if you've had a tooth out.

It's worse than that.

Are you ill? What ails you?

A painful and lasting disease.

What sort is it?

Is it your lungs? Or dropsy?

Don't tell me you've got Lazarus' disease, leprosy.

No, Lidi, none of them.

I have the French disease.

You've got syphilis!

Where do you get that, you woman-hater'?

No man alive has ever seen you go near a woman.

Was it from Kléra Rhédey?

No.

I got it years ago, in the Gypsy settlement.

As a student of Calvinistic theology?

Yes.

In celebration of the great day of the enrolment.

I thought that I had the right to some pleasure, too.

So you wanted another Gypsy girl

and yet you cast me aside

every time when I offered myself in my ignorant craving.

But... I loved you.

You were a child. Perhaps you still are.

I didn't dare touch you, Lidi.

Me a child?

I am your mother, keep that in mind.

A mother who accepts you as you are.

Who feeds you when you're hungry.

How much money do you need?

Five or six ducats would be enough

to pay for a cure in Pest

Here's one hundred and ten Forints, all my money.

Elise.

I'll be well again,

I'll be crowned with laurels, and then I'll throw myself

at your feet and say: don't mind the past, our childhood,

the poverty, the suffering what we've lived in.

We were like brother and sister; let us now be lovers.

I have finished my great work. Listen!

A tragedy, composed in rhyme. Its title is:

Narcissus.

Did you get my letters?

Your poems? I did.

No doubt there is a spark in them.

Fire even.

But they are somewhat coarse, soiled with sensuality.

Be more subtle, more abstract.

Listen to this.

O gods!

What a terrifying, bleak grove, is here around me

And what a horrendous breeze whistles above me

in the green foliage.

I tremble in my marrow, my knees, my hands and my every limb

It seems there is no nook, no cranny

in which I could escape from sight.

Ah, I shudder!

Have they read it yet?

Who?

Your pupils.

Hear the latest work by Hungary's poet of promise.

A tragedy titled Narcissus.

Counts and countesses! Let the performance begin.

It's no secret.

All right, let's play. Let's perform it.

What isthe story?

It is set in a grove in Thessaly, when gods still mixed with mortals.

Thou shall not blind me,

whoever thou an.

I swear.

Some see everything in his work, but in his life, nothing.

His eyes always look upwards.

Take a look around you, for once.

Psyche?

- Where is Psyche? - Where could she go?

Lad...

Lidi. Why do you keep away?

- Are you bored already? - No.

What's the matter'? Are you dizzy?

I am resting.

Resting?

My head is swimming.

Are you dizzy?

What can I do to help?

You?

Don't do a thing.

It usually passes after a while.

But what ails you?

Some sort of women's disease.

At times I bleed unexpectedly.

And my head swims.

Such things are not without cause and consequences.

Is it better over there?

My purity, which held you back, was destroyed by Gas1on.

Gaston, your sister's husband?

I was fourteen and he often took me incestuously.

I played with him out of boredom, then he subdued me by force.

Once I even conceived.

Gasion kept hitting my belly then...

I had a miscarriage and it almost killed me too.

I have been bleeding and agonizing ever since.

Have you not seen a doctor to heal you?

- Not yet. - Why not?

I wanted to find a doctor now.

I thought you would help me.

Alright.

I'll give you back the money you gave me.

No. Don't!

It is more urgent that you cure your syphilis.

Go to Pest as soon as you can.

There you'll surely find someone to cure me, too.

By then I might have some money saved again.

Let me in. Let me in!

Leave her. Here's your cloak. Put it on.

Dear Elise, the sisters are looking for you.

They're taking you with them. We must find our inner peace.

It is most important.

WeK/e always provided for you, haven't we?

You know that we forget the good things

and remember only the bad things.

Ormceversa...

Poor thing.

I'm not going! Let me go!

I'm not going! Let me go!

- Get in the coach. - Aunt Elise!

- I'm not going. Let me go! - Don't take the missy away!

Go away, Palké.

- I want to go with her. - Lise has to go away.

A girl's place is in the convent. You could wield a sword before long.

Gaston had enough

of Psyche's juvenal nymphomania for young lads.

He sent her back to the convent of Si. Catherine of Siena...

...Psyche's adolescent nymphomania

was too much for her brother-in-I am her first lover.

And her sister also wanted to get rid of the other woman.

They sent her back

to the Dominican nuns to Regensburg.

THE YEARS OF WANDERING

Where she has spent...

some...

cruel years as a child.

Wait, Laci.

I want to say something.

Come back to Réde soon.

- It was foolish of you to come here. - I don't care.

- This could taint a countess's reputation. - I don't care.

Jézsi Szilassy will care.

I won't many him, anyway.

You will. Everyone wishes it so.

- Only I don't. - Let go!

I shouldn't be late.

The Archbishop is expecting me.

Laci, stay at Réde, don't leave me.

Why should we make such a contract?

The social difference between us is insurmountable.

I will ask my father to obtain a scholarship for you.

You could study at Pest university.

I already have a scholarship,

by the grace of the Archbishop.

I see.

So that is the reason for your coldness towards me?

I have never been different.

You desert those who no longer serve your interests.

But you abjured your faith too for 500 silver Forints.

I believe in neither the Roman nor the Helvetian God.

Only in the aesthetic and historic authority of the Greek-Latin gods.

Therefore, I am not abjuring my faith,

only my matriculation certificate.

I wasn't born a Count Rhédey

or a Baron Fischer.

M'! WWW spurs me

to do everything that will advance my ambitions.

I'll follow you to Pest, anyway!

Don't you dare!

Kléra, if you do so, I shall inform your father at once.

I shall make my own way, without any burdens.

Do you understand me?

His Grace Archbishop Fischer summons Mr. Lészlé Téth.

The groups labouring above the main entrance

illustrate the scientific departments of the Faculty of Arts.

Here are the professional scholars

of land-surveying, astronomy,

military and

political geography, chemistry and optics.

The latema magica can also be found amongst the instruments.

On the left

a man in Hungarian attire

holds up our country's compilation of laws.

On the estrade, there is the Superior Court.

Unfortunately the sitting judiciary - besides some heads-

is concealed by the high chair-backs.

At the head above the window,

the fathers and greats of our church

are listening to the declaimer of

some theological term earnestly and with decorum.

Little angels flitter above

PFOpagating that

In the beginning was the Word.

The last grouping

shows us the state of the Art of Medicine.

We cannot deny

the great importance of the dissection of the body.

With the nuns' permission, Psyche was allowed to break her journey.

At the house of relatives, she met Baron Zedlifz...

On her way, she met Baron Maximilian Freihen' von Zediiiz...

The eccentric, lame, Freemason scholar reminded Psyche of her father.

Unable to bear the austere convent, she turned to the Baron.

She wrote in a letter that he must free her from Regensburg at all costs.

She promised to compensate him for her freedom.

Zed/Hz, leading a gaudy company, came to the convent and, as her fiancé

asked for the release of the young Countess, his betrothed.

You have come from the convent into the very heart of Europe, Countess.

Everyone here is victorious.

Victorious and immortal.

But take care, because every third victor,

every third celebrant, is a paid agent.

That is why there is such a crowd.

I love you, Countess, not Europe.

- The betrothal... - Such a pretty tune, Baron.

And even the spies are so cheerful.

Well, the Titan has been defeated.

Recipes replace ideas.

And I too would rather dine separately with you.

Let us ignore the interrelations.

Allow me this paradox:

French rationalism and the English theory of dead-lock

which means that anyone who wants to move has to be dead-locked.

You are scintillating today, though treaties always mean the end of peace.

Is it true, my dove?

Let us flee from the quadrille.

Have you ever been in love?

And...

- Sincerely or professedly? - Sincerely.

You're beautiful.

Let us dawdle a little.

Offer your arm to me.

May I?

Let's go.

What are you doing here? Are you mad?

Get lost!

Poorness is an ornament to world history, Countess

and also a pledge of the freedom to come.

But the ambassadors don't have letters

of procuration in their pockets for the poor.

Aber was rnachen Sie?

What happened to you?

Picayune. Don't excite yourself, Baron.

I slapped an over-excited rooster.

You look over-excited, too.

Countess...

- Do you know who you slapped? - Who?

- The Minister of Police. - Really?

Is that such a sacrilege that you dare not invite me to dance?

You are burning like a flame, Countess.

Our betrothal can not remain knavery.

I shall travel to my parents for their approval right away, if you want me to.

Stay where you are, Baron.

The ball season is not yet over.

When an adolescent,

the Archduke of Lothringen

wanted to marry her,

she was exiled from the capital, as a fraud.

The boy fell for Elise at first sight, and

was unsuspecting and meant no harm.

Archduke Salvatore Xavier saw them together

the emperofs nephew, the Spanish heir to the hone...

The boy was sentenced for three months in the casern prison,

so he couldn't meet his sweetheart.

The incident with the Minister of Police

remained a secret, covered by the heavy leaves of the palms.

But soon policemen called at her lodgings with the Minister's order:

“Elise Lénya, who falsely purports to be Princess of Transylvania

is a Gypsy adventuress

who shall be expelled from the capital".

Baron Zedlifz followed his fake fiancée into exile too.

You two-headed crest animals!

Crawl inside here!

Damn you all to hell.

...AT SOME POST-HOUSE

What the...?

Why the hell are you here?

Leave me in peace! Don't follow me everywhere!

Rent a room and order dinner.

Don't stand gaping. The night is falling.

Seeing as you're here...

Why won't you eat? What's wrong, Baron?

I went to see my parents at Kramow

to ask their assent to ourintended marriage.

I was there for almost a month.

In vain.

I'd not have married you

even if your family had sent the best man for me.

I have a great love. I do not know whether he is alive or dead...

But I always think of him when we're apart, ever since childhood.

He's with me even now.

He taught me to write a neat C and a Y.

Quick greying, uniting, child-bearing

decent ingle, milk-smell, swaddle-niff

I'll never be a milk-com not me, forever mourning my wandering.

Won't you have some of this fruit, Freiherrvon Zedlitz?

Do you deny perhaps that

a new life is beginning?

What life would that be?

After the revolutions...

Napoleon...

after devastating wars...

after fights that shook many empires...

we must have a new world.

If by thatyou mean marriage, I'll have none of it.

Let's go!

Are you leaving?

Ride!

Adieu.

Does a Lészlé Téth live here?

Lészlé Téth... I don't know. What do you take me for'?

Sir, I'm looking for Lészlé Téth.

Who? Téth?

Go that way. To the left. You'll find him in there, if he's at home.

Quick!

Quicker!

Move your legs!

- Is this Mr. Téth's lodging? - That door.

Tread!

I hope the clout rots on you...

ha“!

I had difficulty finding you.

Really?

Everyone seems to do so lately.

Sony, I knocked it off.

What isthis?

The bone-saw.

I've changed over to medicine.

Poetry is but eating air or swimming in fog.

It is knowledge, not poetry, that the Olympians enwreathe in our days.

Poetry stills haunts you.

Man's creation

Pour acrid onto day

releasing this way the coal-spirit

and transformed the clay will be.

Destroy my dust-frame,

let my soul evaporate.

My clay will be transformed into a different, new body.

Now I write nothing but epigrams.

Perhaps. But they're equal in value to Faust

I'd like to bathe.

To wash my dust-frame.

This place is no good for one

who is used to castles.

I wash myself in this, you see.

I'll be right back.

Ouch!

How clumsy I am!

Faster!

Move your feet!

And you?

Hurry up!

Mr. quill-driver you brought an ax?

A little urge to work?

You too, go faster, quick.

Are you here? Doing what?

Move over! Did you cut yourself'?

Don't bleed all over the place!

Remember how you taught me to write?

I've grown up, eh?

The learned poet is now done with me.

You've grown up indeed.

Into a great whore.

There'll always be men's hands to paw you, as you desire.

What did you say, you syphilitic?!

You dared not take my virginity, which would have been God-given.

And your famous purity drove you to Gypsy trollops at the creek!

Now you can't lie with any woman who's not like you, so you pretend virtue.

You're afraid to show your love, but not yourjealousy.

You are all twisted,

and yet you dare to call me crooked!

What are you doing?

Sleeping-

Why make two nests in such a hovel?

I'd rather find an inn.

Lidi...

518'!-

Let's sleep together, like we did in the shack.

Let's sleep together.

Whatever.

Riickenbelastung.

Deforrraaflo dorsafls.

The back side.

Stens behstung.

Deforrraaflo caudafls.

Seiten Belastung. Alseitige Belastung.

A totally deformed body.

Is this a normal body?

Norrneflgestah.

None of them seemed normal to me.

Were you really in love with me?

Always, and I still love you.

Take it off.

- What for'? - Take it off.

I'd stain the bed with blood.

Dancing makes my bleeding worse.

You've always loved me, yet you've never been mine, Lidi.

Blame yourself and your hadots.

Girls sleep with me now, too. They don't catch the disease, it's milder.

I'm afraid. Don't experiment with me.

Nothing will happen to you, you'll see. Nothing.

Let me...

Don't!

Let me...

- Lidi... - Laci, don't.

Lidi...

Let me...

Lidi...

- Lidi, Lidi... Bitch! - Don't!

You Gypsy whore!

Psyche!

WWW-

whore...

I prepared a bath.

Go and wash yourself.

A little water won't harm you.

You smell of carcasses. Were you autopsying again?

Leave me alone, Lidi.

Can't you see I'm writing?

One fight,

one gleam,

and one image is drawn by truth.

One image is drawn by truth...

Lidi. Lidi!

Look what I've brought from the university.

One light, one gleam,

and one image is drawn by truth.

And yet it stands in front of us in its thousand forms.

No wonder, because a condense mind breaks the gleam elseways

towards its end and destination, as a sparse one.

And yet it stands in front of us in its thousand forms.

No wonder...

because a condense mind breaks the gleam elseways...

towards its end and destination, as a sparse one.

Beautiful!

Give it to me.

One light, one gleam,

and one image is drawn by truth.

Yet it stands in front of us in its thousand forms.

No wonder, because a condense mind breaks the gleam elseways

towards its end and destination, as a sparse one.

I want my writing to have smell, taste - something tactile.

Make them think I lay with them, when I mention my hips or breasts.

Or at least that I'm close to them.

- Where are you going? - Right here.

WW do you sit apart?

You might be a whore, but I'm not.

Life is overfilled with whoredom.

So I despise and avoid it in my poems.

Though I must serve it in everyday life,

I won't serve it with my poetry.

They think you're in love with me.

If life dishonours me and everyone...

than I shall dishonourlife too.

My hymns soar above dust and mud.

They abdicate and defeat the subordinate.

That's why I don't scribble poemsto gir1s.

Not anymore.

Not even to you, Lidi.

He who soars in poetry, flounders in a hole in nature.

And whoever is clean in nature, shows his arse in poetry.

Just like you.

Dredge the scabs out from under your nails instead.

These English gentlemen might form a bad opinion of the native medicine.

Dear young Lady! Please!

Let us and join our company!

Herein.

Hen' Professor...

It's ten past ten.

I've sent my assistant to assist a delivery.

I'm sorry.

- Oh! - Oh, Countess.

Very well, then.

Herr Téth has told me of your anomalous bleedings.

I'll examine you and we'll see what we can do.

Please. Don't be afraid.

Have a seat here.

Ha“!

Don't go away.

Ja, bille...

Helfen Sie, Herr College.

A clever rocking chair, isn't it?

I had it made to my own plans for three gold Forints

by the best craftsman in Vienna,

who provides furniture for His Majesty as well.

A real aristocratic vessel, a true Japanese vase,

we'll see what has caused it to split, and after that I'll operate.

Hid in the cave...

Whoops!

Does it hurt?

It shouldn't hurt.

Of course it doesn't hurt.

Nature responds to of fence with of fence.

Ich habe einen Polipus gefunden.

I've found a polyp, madam.

It's most likely the cause of all your troubles.

But do not worry. If we excise it, there'll be peace in the vase.

This should do it.

No...

No!

- We'll remove it. - No!

Indeed we will.

No!

Calm down.

- Professor... - I do not want it!

Hen' Professor.

- Will you operate right now? - Why should we wait?

We'll pinch off the small dragon head.

- Let's hope that it won't grow back. - If you want to be...

- No, no! - ...rid ofyourtrouble, you must consent.

- No. - Why won't you understand?

We'll put one leg up here...

The other one here.

- No! - Come help me, Lancelot.

Tie her leg down real tight.

I'll do the other one.

Put your hand in here, Countess. Right here.

- Laci, don't! - Tie her hands firmly too.

Lam, I'm scared.

I'm scared.

- Don't! - I put this vessel up here.

Leave me!

Don't go, Laci!

Ha“!

ha“!

All done.

We're ready.

Untie her, amice.

Photographed b'!

END OF PART I.