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During the three days allotted by the Minister of Police to the executioner and his henchmen, interrogators worked replacing each other on torture instruments. One day, Katerina, who came to her senses, having gathered all her strength, nevertheless touched her hands, half crushed by one of the assistants, to the head of the nearest person, predicting his painful death in a few hours. According to her, the poor fellow really died, writhing in agony, as if he had been burned alive. The enraged executioner, during one torture, pulled out Katerina's joints so much that her hands simply could not rise. We cannot say how the method of murder used by Catherine, called in our time "death touch" or "delayed death" and which came to Europe from China, how this method became known to Catherine de Gau. Whether her crusader ancestors during campaigns in the Holy Land and meetings with various merchants at the intersection of trade routes suffered Chinese tricks and inherited their talen
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Hearing a thump in the corridor, a man in a wig, sitting in a spacious burgundy armchair, leisurely folded the letter he had read before and hid it in the folds of a spacious dressing gown. He waved reassuringly at a man in a frayed cassock, huddled in another armchair near the fireplace, and clasped his hands on the knee of his leg, which was wrapped in a snow-white stocking and laid on the other. The man in the cassock emerged anxiously from his massive and fat body, but a new wave of the graceful man's hand made him again draw his head into his fat shoulders. Meanwhile, the footsteps were getting closer. And soon the door to the hotly heated room swung open without knocking, and on the threshold appeared a disheveled nun in a black cassock, girded with an ordinary rope.- Did you hear what happened in Zhevodan? he shouted excitedly, shaking the scribbled paper. “Have you heard of the beast from Gévaudan?” No? Well, then soon all of France will hear about it! What the hell is thi
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Straightening the letter on his knee, he looked up at the fat man by the fireplace.So. You, Justine, are a monk of the Order of Saint Francis...Abbot of the monastery in Beza, - a fat monk squeaked from his chair. Bertrand calmly continued:A man of the Church, invested with power by Cardinal Lombard, a faithful Jesuit of Rome, a favorite of the Bishop of Rossillon, a faithful follower of the Catholic Church, you have decided to bring a letter from one of my family's heretics to me, whom you consider a spawn of Satan. Explain it to me, dear Justine. The fat monk tossed and turned in his chair, turning over the wooden rosary in his hands.You see, sir," he began, in a slightly trembling voice. Your relative is concerned about the behavior of his younger brother. It seems to him that the beast from Zhevaudan, which Gaspard talked about, is his brother. True, he cannot catch him on this yet. But, if the district finds out about this, he is afraid that angry residents
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Dawn caught Bertrand de Gault and Father Justine, the abbot of the monastery in Beze, accompanying him, on a country road past rare trees, still bare from winter, vast fields with ravens circling above them with a loud cawing, and rare fetid streams that suddenly appeared in front of them as if from nowhere. The fat monk, woken up in the middle of the night, sat uncertainly in the saddle, falling over first on one side, then on the other, from which his sleepy slumber stopped for a moment. Bertrand, looking cheerful and fresh, impatiently urged on his horse, occasionally throwing mocking glances at his companion. At noon, they passed a small town, in which there was tension and hidden anger. While the abbot quenched his insatiable appetite at one of the inns, Bertrand, who had a quick bite to eat, walked around the city, listening and looking closely at the excitement surrounding him. There was talk of the king, who was almost openly vilified for having an affair wit
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Passing through dark corridors, they came to an ordinary, unremarkable door. Stopping beside her, Guillaume took several deep breaths and took out from his bosom the key that hung around his neck on a rope. After two turns, the door opened and the relatives entered an ordinary room, which gave the impression of being neglected and uninhabited. Going to a massive closet, Guillaume flung open the doors. There was nothing in the closet, except for a side shelf on the right side and a massive iron door in its rear wall. Fumbling on the shelf, Guillaume found a bunch of keys and one by one began to unlock the locks on the door. Bertrand chuckled but said nothing. When the last lock was unlocked, Guillaume, leaning on the door with his shoulder, opened it with a creak.I don't offer you the world. Vikt o ru doesn’t need him, neither do I,” he said without turning around. Without waiting for Bertrand's answer, he pushed his way through the gap.Hospitable host, - Bertrand muttere
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Passing along a narrow and low corridor, Guillaume stopped at another iron door. Without looking at Bertrand, he muttered:He is there. Bertrand nodded. Guillaume hesitated, but unlocked the door. Bertrand's eyes met a huge stone hall, in which torches smoked. Water was running down the damp walls in some places. The darkness, which the torches could not illuminate, went forward and upward. The echo of footsteps echoed around, voicing the chilling atmosphere of hopelessness and grave peace that reigned.Strange," Guillaume muttered. “I thought I was putting out the torches here. He stepped forward, lighting his way with a torch taken from the wall. Shrugging his shoulders, Bertrand followed him. Ahead was clearly heard someone muttering and moaning, screaming and howling. Bertrand instinctively put his hand on the hilt, but then he laughed softly. Against the Zhevodan beast, not a sword, but a good club or mortar is needed. Captain Diomele with h
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The rising sun woke him through the cracks in the door. Waking up, Bertrand tried to stretch his stiff body. Every movement was painful. After a while, he tried to see through the door what was happening outside. The smoke gave me an unbearable headache. And itching in my throat. The landing in front of the house was quiet, and Bertrand risked opening the door. Cautiously, he stuck his head out and looked around. The house itself was a pile of burnt stones. The window openings gaped with black holes, some of which had torn curtains dangling from them. The whole area was littered with fragments of burnt furniture and broken china. Fires were smoking nearby. Bertrand counted four of them. “So, besides Guillaume, Sarah and Mathieu, there was someone else whom I did not see,” thought Bertrand, carefully getting out. The abrasions on his body were bleeding in places, and torn clothes did not save from the morning cold. Shivering, Bertrand walked across the landing. The charred body of Gu
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How are things with Bourbon? a man in a dirty jacket asked loudly, sipping wine from a mug.Which? the fat innkeeper immediately responded, stopping behind rough tables with mugs in one hand and a soiled towel in the other. “The one in the bottles* or the Palais Royal?” There was a harsh laugh. - The bottle has not been seen for a long time. And second? Hiding somewhere.He can't hide far, - a bearded man in a red cap answered rudely. With such a conspicuous mug, anyone will recognize him.What do you mean by conspicuous face? asked his neighbor curiously.Yes, take any louis - there his muzzle is knocked out, - the Bearded Man snapped his fingers. - And on banknotes in general, in all its glory, it is painted.Ha! If you're that rich, maybe you'll recognize this cuckold. I only saw louis in my dreams.Miracles happen. The bearded man took a sip from his mug. - I don't get louis from the sky. But I studied my tyrant by sight. If I notice, I will always know.Braggart.Who are you call