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fall, there's also ten acres of lettuce, asparagus and cauliflower added to that. Lancelot. He's eating you around! Charlemagne. Not at all! We're not complaining. How else can it be? As long as he's here, no other dragons would dare touch us. Lancelot. My guess is all the others are long gone. Charlemagne. And what if they aren't? Let me tell you: the only way to get rid of dragons is to have one of your own. That's enough of him, please. Why don't you tell us something really interesting instead? Lancelot. All right. Do you know what the Book of Sorrows is? Elsa. No. Lancelot. Now you will. Five years' walk from here, in the Black Mountains, there's an enormous cave. There's a book lying in this cave, filled up to half. Nobody touches it, but page after page gets added to the ones written before, added every day. Who writes them, you ask? The world! The mountains, the grass, the stones, the trees, the rivers -- they all see what people are doing. All the crimes are known to them, all the suffering of innocents. From branch to branch, from drop to drop, from cloud to cloud the human sorrows reach the cave in the Black mountains, and the book grows with them. If there weren't this book in the world, all trees would die from longing, and water would become bitter. Who is this book being written for? For me. Elsa. For you? Lancelot. For us. For me and few others. We are light and watchful And whoever glances into this book once will never have peace again. What a sorrowful book it is! The complaints cannot lay unanswered. And we answer them. Elsa. How? Lancelot. We insert ourselves in other people's business. We help those in need of help. We destroy those who need to be destroyed. Do you need help? Elsa. What help? Charlemagne. How can you help us? Cat. Mew! Lancelot. Three times I have been mortally wounded, and all of those by the people I was trying to save against their will. But even though you aren't asking me to do it, I will challenge the dragon to a fight! Elsa, do you hear? Elsa. No, please! He will kill you, and that would poison the last hours of my life! Cat. Meow! Lancelot. I am going to challenge the dragon! A sound is heard that is growing in intensity -- whistling, noise, howling. The windows are clattering. Purple glow is seen behind them. Cat. Speak of the devil! |
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