4x-xx-xx ep72 The Shadow

Out of the past, phantoms of a world gone by, speak again the immortal tale, the shadow. It is in the hotlands that the sun burns.

All sensible folks stay with indoors. Windows and shutters are closed the whole day, and it looks as though the house is in the city sleep. But in the evening the town comes to life. It is lively up and down the streets.

And to visitors from Northlands like Court Vananders and Peter Vroom watching from their balconies, the Orient is a wonderful spectacle. Courts! Come in off the balcony. Alright Peter, sit down. But the fun is just starting outside.

Sit down my boy. I want to talk to you. Well, if you're going to take that, Tom, you're all right. Tell me, who am I? Who are you? Oh, it's to be a catechism, is it?

Very well. You are the honorable Peter Vroom, Tudor extraordinaire to Baron Court von Anders. And who is the Baron Court von Anders? Well, here I am. And you must not take a miss when I say to you now.

I speak not as friend to friend, but as teacher to pupil. Oh, so that's why my father sent you after me. Baron Fernandez, you were promised a year of travel alone for the purpose of completing your education, broadening your viewpoint, and acquiring the degree of sophistication, requisite in our Danish society.

I won't go home. I've only had six months, which you have spent idling in this unwholesome city. Baron, your father is not pleased with us. Unsick won't be a bring order that you're to return home at once.

Are you finished, my dear? I am finished. Well, not as speak as friends again. Peter, I can't come home. Why on earth not? Because of that voice. What voice? Don't you hear it? Listen. A woman singing.