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It appears well. It has already clotted.
Look closer. Do you have anything to clean it with?
It is fine. Now, I must...
I know you saw me.
What... ?
You cannot kill what is already dead.
Let her go!
Yes... yes. I think I will...
Forgive me, I didn't know.
I... I am looking for Baltus Van Tassel.
Did they tell? It is something in the air so that dreams come to everyone. According to the elders, an Indian prophet held powwows here before the land was taken, and spells cast then still linger to this day.
Do you often make a habit of sitting on strange men's beds?
You are horribly oldfashioned, aren't you?
Feel free to form your own opinion. Though it appears you already have.
Well, I intended to apologize for the behavior of my friend Brom Van Brunt, but it seems I've made matters worse. I'll leave you to your business.
Excuse me... I should apologize. I, um... I... have no great love of...
Other people?
Small talk.
It might have been more. Might have been positively grand talk.
Is it me, or are you this nervous around all women?
Perhaps it is because your suitor's hands were recently very nearly wrapped around my throat.
My suitor?
The massive fellow... Brom. For someone you call "friend," he misplaces a good portion of jealousy.
He has proposed to me twice.
Which may explain his temperament. To have asked twice means the answer was "no" at least once.
I've read a great deal about your New York City. Do be a dear and tell me all about it. Sounds like an extraordinary place to live a life.
Extra ordinary, yes. But first, you tell me about the Headless Horseman.
Not all think it is the Horseman. Many say witches come from the Western Woods to steal skulls for their cauldrons. Some believe a person in this very town kneels before Lucifer, offering death as tribute. And, still others believe none of it.
Are you so superstitious?
To call a person superstitious is to imply they fear magic, but not all magic is black.
There is no such thing as magic.
Really? Then... what is your rebuttal to those romantic poets claiming proof of magic in a rose at full bloom, or even in a teardrop?
Poets have silly notions about plants and bodily secretions.
You are funny.
You do not disturb me. Please stay. Having trouble sleeping?
May I ask... why do you cover your book that way?
You pay great attention to small things. I hide these as I hide all my books. Father would not approve, lest it were the Bible.
I, um... I have something to show you, if you have a moment.
These scars. How did you get them?
I have had them since childhood. I cannot remember what from.
It would be interesting to find out.
Here it is. A bird on one side. His cage on the other. Now, stare at it. The bird seems to be in his cage.
Yes, he does. May I try?
He only appears to be inside the cage. The point being...
You made this, and the drawings?
Yes, but listen. The illusion is easily explained. The eye retains each image, till they combine. And yet, some would call this toy magic.
Don't you see why? Look closely a moment. Put your intellect aside. Can't you see what is inexplicable?
Oh, you are hopeless. May I keep it at least?
If you want. But...
Then, I also have a gift for you. True magic which even you will not be able to deny.
Thank you. No. Here...
I insist that you have it.
Very well. But, it will only sit gathering dust.
That would be a pity. Those words might show you something you've never seen before.
You promised justice.
If these are the random stalkings of a monster, what good am I?
People have put their trust in you.
They have done nothing of the sort.
Won't they still have that justice? Or, was it a vain promise?
Why would you do such a thing?
No stone may be left unturned. It may appear harsh...
I have misjudged you I think. I did not imagine you were so cruel.
You are not regarding it in full. The Widow Windsor had been run through by a sword. I followed the bloodless wound, a wound whose path I could not comprehend till I had seen the Horseman with my own eyes.
What are you on about?
The child she carried was eight months grown at least... near to birthing. The sword had pierced its tiny heart exactly.
Must I hear this?
There was no blind stabbing. This singular thrust found its target omnipotently, as if the Horseman made certain the unborn child died with its mother.
And this gives worth to butchery?
It was not butchery.
What is it then? Scientific method? How can any of this matter in the slightest?
I have no solution for its meaning yet, but I could not just ignore it.
Take a lesson from Young Masbath's desires, Ichabod Crane. He follows with you to avenge his father's death. That I understand. But, what do you want?
To avenge his father, and the others.
But, why? Tell me why.
You falter with your answer because you strive without putting the whole of your heart into it. Can't you see? You'll bring dignity to the dead even if you have to chop them into little pieces to do it.
If it had been surgery on a living person, done to save that person's life, you would not question it. Not for a moment. So, let me be the first to tell you, dear girl... on the other side of these sheltering mountains, a whole world has advanced beyond such plebeian thinking as yours. And someday, no matter how much you fear it, that world will come to roust Sleepy Hollow out of its slumber.
Allow me some time. I have spent every hour in the company of others. I need to be alone.
What troubles you?
The things I said to you before... I was wrong to say them.
No, actually, you were not. Every word you spoke had truth in it.
What has happened?
Lady Van Tassel... she is your stepmother, isn't she? She bears so little resemblance.
What?
She is not your birth mother, is she?
No, but... why do you ask that?
What happened to your mother? Is she still alive?
She died. Her lungs were diseased... two years ago. What is this about?
Memories have come back. I had them forgotten, and wish I could forget them again... but they are here now. Lord, how I hate this place.
If you want me to go, I will. Do you want me to leave?
I... I do not know. I no longer know what I think or what I feel.
It is only me.
Katrina. Why do you follow?
I apologize if I worried you.
A woman should not be out alone in these woods.
But, I am not alone, am I? I only wished to see what you were up to, and... To thank you.
Blood.
What did you say?
What are you doing?
Just... keep where you are.
My God... what has happened?