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Brigitte, Inés.
:17:12
Brigitte, Inés! Come here!
:17:35
The old folk say that
a lass pulls more than a rope.
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But they forget one thing.
:17:42
You have to adorn the lass.
:17:45
Now, my princess,
take a little turn around.
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Just a few steps.
:18:06
If you don't close your legs,
the whole court will laugh.
:18:14
Leave us.
:18:22
Are all lovers like him, Aida?
:18:25
No, my child, no.
:18:30
Tonight I'll paint your nipples
and your lips with henna.
:18:35
I want you to drive him mad.
:18:43
October 1497.
:18:48
Death has begun
to trace out its plans
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by stealing the life ofJohn,
:18:53
the firstborn of
the Catholic Monarchs.
:18:57
Fate will still have to cut short
another four lives