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I do this last kindness in her name,
of a witch in our midst.
Shit.
I fear he's not long for this world, to be honest.
A small one.
The capital? All run by the great houses.
[energy surges]
when I find my goat laying on its side in the field,
for we are the righteous of Targoviste,
and the one thing that justified humanity's stench upon this planet.
What have you to trade
[villagers shouting]
It's not right what happened.
For twenty years have I served you
One year.
They won't be peasants anymore if you teach them.
[villagers scream and shout]
[rising cries]
The Archbishop would prefer that life in Wallachia
[applause]
And once Targoviste has been made into a graveyard for my love,