Gabriel Knight 3 - Graphic Novel
Transcript of Gabriel Knight 3 - Graphic Novel
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“Wow,You’v ebeen invited to Paris!By Prince James of
Albany!”
“Lemmesee.”
“Neverheard of him”
“Letme look him upon SIDNEY.”
“ He ’sthe current Stewart
h e i r. You know–the Kings ofScotland. Now they’re
in exile.”
“Howdoes she do it
ladies andGentlemen?”
“Sowe’re going,
right?”
“Uh...no .”
“ W h ynot? This is a
chance to meetreal, Euro p e a n
s o c i e t y.” “Hmm,they must
have heard ther ewas a new Ritter
scion.”
“I’mnot a scion.”
“That’sexactly why
not. Sa-nooze... ”
“...besides ,I don’t evenknow these
people .”
“Grace!”
“Justa second. ”
“’Kay.Whatever. I’ll just call this
secretary guy—see if I can getmore inf o.”
“I’mnot royalty. And neitheris this guy if he’s in exile .
We’re not going. ”
“Andthey’d want to
meet you of course .This is really exciting.
You’re like royalty”
“Mr.Knight, so good
of you to accept ourhospitality .”
“Callme Gabriel.
And, uh, this isGracie.”
“Grace.Nakimura. ”
Charmed.”
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“No.Really. You all
go.”
The weekend proceeds less than smashingly....
”...Polois most enj oyable, I
assure you. The bestsport on earth! No one will
mind if you are not anexpert horseman. ”
“Really?You’d never see
that in America. ”
“AnEnglishman
being invitedbecause they ar e
amusing. ”“Never
see what, Mr .Knight?”
“It’sone of those
endearing quirks of theirs .”
“Alfred.You know Jamesand Pat find the
occasional Americanamusing. ”
“Thenhow do you
know someonelike...?”
“I’mafraid I haven’t
had the pleasure”
“Haveyou read any of Mr .
Knight’s work,James?”
“Novelist,is it? Would I know
you?”
“Um...Iseriously doub t
it.**”
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“Youwere right. We shouldn’t
have come. None of themhave even heard of the
Ritters.”
“Heythis is a first edi -
tion of The Dubliners .Signed. Cool. ” “Oh,
now you don’twant to talk
about it. ”
“MissNakimura? Mr .
Knight? Might w espeak with you
alone?”
“We’rerelated to the
Wittelsbach dynasty. Thelost Wagner opera came
to our attention ...
“Youneed a
Schattenjäger?”
“Likethe Romanovs?”
“I’mafraid so. The
Stewarts are avery old family. Fora long time we hav ebeen plagued by a
kind of...anemia”
...andthe peculiar focus
of your family trade .Mesmi suggested I
contact you”
“Youcalled thefiddler. So
dance.”
“Uponexamination it is evident tha t
they are suffering from severe anemia.Gradually they recover but it happens again–
sometimes within months, sometimesnot for years .”
“Soundslike a medical
problem. ”“Does it?”
“Yesand no. Stewart heirs hav e
unusual ‘episodes’. They awake inthe morning exhausted and
pale.”
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“Oh,my God.”
“There’sno trace of an
assailant?”
“Notme. There is
someone I want youto meet. ”
“Youwant us to protect
you?”
“No.Over the centuries
we have tried ever ything.Guards. Dogs. Locked
rooms... ”
“...Guardsand dogs fall asleep .
Locks are broken.Nothing stops it. ”
“Isn’the beautiful?”
“Thankyou, Mesmi. This is myson, Charles. My first
child.”
“Idon’t expect you to
understand. But when it was myown suffering, I could accept the...
‘night visitors’, as we callthem... ”
“We’lldo our best.Absolutely .”
“Doyou really think
you could?”
“We’reto protect the
baby from these‘night visitors’?”
“...butnow that it’ s
Charlie. I simply cannotbear the thought... ”
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That night...
“Thething tha t
worries me is gettin’ ‘em to
show up .”
“Uh...G race?”
“Makethat ‘I’. I could be
stayin’ up nights formonths .”
“Wecould be sittin’ upnights for months .
Don’t ya thinkGrace?...Grace?
B efo re the Schattenjäger can even move the figure is gone– and so is the baby.
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But the chase ends at a train station, the car is empty!
A pursuit begins in the warm Paris night...
At times, when his headlights penetrate the car, he sees two figures– two men.
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“Number4.”
“Twomen...a bab y. Did
you...”
“Sir...”
“Didanyone... ”
“Howcute... mind if Ihave a look?”
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“...Ithink I le ft my bag in
here somewher e.”
“Sorry.”
“‘scuseme..”
“Oh,hey...uh.... ”
“Hi.I was just
checkin’ for a bag Ilost, but... ”