The blank-faced manservant who had originally escorted Mira to her bedroom pours her a glass of RED WINE. She ignores it.
Bathory smiles down the table at her, warm and effusive - it’s hard to believe he just threatened to kill a child, looking at him now.
Tonight, they dine alone.
You look truly beautiful tonight.
Thank you, my Lord.
My Lord, now that I have agreed to do
as you requested, may I have my son back?
We will have sons of our own.
And what will happen to Dominik?
He will be sent to your father’s house.
No. I do not want that.
You are truly remarkable. Most women in your position
would still be sniveling and crying, but
here you are, making demands. If the child
does not go to your father, where does
he go? Your husband is over the
mountains, or so I am led to believe.
Let him stay here.
What makes you think I would allow you
to raise another man’s son alongside my own?
You said that the Countess was watching him.
Why could she not continue to do so?
Mira, don’t be ridiculous.
Little boys need mothers, even if the mother is not
their own. The Countess very much wishes to be a mother.
The situation seems to work out perfectly, my Lord.
And I could see him every now and then.
Surely that would not interfere with our family.
Very well. Any other demands?
I no longer wish to be locked into my room.
Of course. You will move into mine.
After the wedding.
I did choose the right girl. Fine, after the wedding.
And I shall have someone look at your door -
I cannot imagine why it would accidentally
lock, except that this is a very old castle.
Of course, my Lord.
Mellow, golden lamp light. Ilka sits, Dominik in her lap - she READS to him.
“Why is light given to him that is in misery, and
life to the bitter of soul, who longs for
death, but it comes not. For the thing
that I fear comes upon me, and what I
dread befalls me, so I am not at ease, nor
am I quiet. I have no rest, but trouble comes.”
What does that mean?
This mortal life is difficult, and we are all
tested. But if we have faith in God...
What? What is it?
If we have faith, God will reward us.
Mira enters, steps just inside the threshold.
Ilka is gutted. Her Bible slips from limp fingers to the floor.
My son, my son.
(looks at him)
Are you all right?
I missed you, Mama.
So you are to be the new Countess.
It is not my wish.
What girl grows up in that miserable cluster
of huts and does not dream of one day becoming
the Lady of the castle? Servants to see to your
every whim. Riches, jewels. No more filth,
no more work, no more hunger. And now, your dreams
have come true.
Take the whelp and get out.
Will you not keep him?
The Count would never--
He will allow it.
I only want him to be safe, and loved. Will
you do that? Will you love him as though he were your own?
I love you, and I will see you as often as
I can. Be the very best boy for the Countess.
Mama, don’t go.
GIVES him to Ilka.