1001 Stories For The Road
THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO (CHAPS 101-102) LOCUSTA and VALENTINE
21 Dec 2025
Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Ideaparkista saat kaikki joulun paketit helposti. Keskusaukiolla on käsityöläisten joulutori, partiolaisten paketointipiste, Moorla Gift Shop, elämyksellinen jouluteos sekä viikonloppuisin joulupukki ja tonttu. Unohtamatta myymälöitämme täynnä joulun loistoa. Ideapark kuin toinen maailma.
Chapter 2: Who is Locusta and what role does she play in the story?
Tervetuloa kaikki taas 1001 Stories for the Road. Tämä on teidän järjestäjänne, John Hagedorn. Tänään kaksi kertaa Moni-Kristosta Aleksandra Dumasin kertaa. Ensimmäinen kertaa, 101, on nimeltään Locusta. Locusta oli tosi suuri poistinjohtaja ensimmäisen ajan romalaisen empiiriin. Hän oli aktiivinen viimeisimmät kaksi rangaista Julio-Claudian dinastiin.
She supposedly took part in the assassinations of Claudius and Britannicus. She was a favorite of Emperor Nero for several years, and Nero had her provide training to other poisoners in his service. Following Nero's death, Locusta was executed by his successor, Galba. So someone's going to be getting a visit from Locusta very soon.
Valentine was alone. Two other clocks, slower than that of Saint-Philippe du Roule, struck the hour of midnight from different directions, and accepting the rumbling of a few carriages, all was silent. Then Valentine's attention was engrossed by the clock in her room, which marked the seconds. She began counting them, remarking that they were much slower than the beatings of her heart, and still she doubted.
The inoffensive Valentine could not imagine that anyone should desire her death. Why should they? To what end? What had she done to excite the malice of an enemy? There was no fear of her falling asleep. One terrible idea pressed upon her mind, that someone existed in the world who had attempted to assassinate her, and he was about to endeavor to do so again.
Ajattelisiin, että tämä henkilö, joka olisi syrjähtynyt poistumisesta, pitäisi, kuten Matti Christo kertoi, saada ristiriita. Mikä jos valintakunti ei saisi aikaa mennä ristiriitaan? Mikä jos hänen viimeiset minuutit tulisivat, ja hän ei taas näe Moraelaa? Kun tämä huonot ideaatit esiintyivät itseään, Valentin oli melkein tunnustunut sääntämään valinnan ja kutsumaan apua. Mutta kautta kautta hän nähtäisi, että näkee valintakuntin luomisen näkökulman.
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Chapter 3: What is Valentine's state of mind as danger approaches?
That eye which lived in her memory and the recollection overwhelmed her with so much shame that she asked herself whether any amount of gratitude could ever repay his adventurous and devoted friendship. Twenty minutes. Twenty tedious minutes passed thus, and at last the clock struck the half hour. Just then the sound of fingernails slightly grating against the door of the library informed Valentine that the Count was still watching, and recommended her to do the same.
At the same time, on the opposite side, that is towards Edward's room, Valentine fancied that she heard the creaking of the floor. She listened attentively, holding her breath till she was nearly suffocated. The lock turned and the door slowly opened.
Valentine had raised herself upon her elbow and had scarcely time to throw herself down on the bed and shade her eyes with her arm. Then, trembling, agitated, and her heart beating with indescribable terror, she awaited the event. Someone approached the bed and drew back the curtains. Valentine summoned every effort and breathed with that regular respiration which announces tranquil sleep.
Sanoi vahva ääni. Silti silmällä, Valentin oli toivonut, ettei ilmaista. Sitten kaikki oli silti, vaikka Valentin kuuli melkein ääneen ääneen jotain lihettä, jota hän puutti kohdallaan. Sitten hän yritti ottaa yläpäätään ja katsoa yläpäätään. Hän katsoi naisen valkoisen kappaleen, joka puutti lihettä kohdallaan.
During this short time Valentine must have held her breath or moved in some slight degree, for the woman, disturbed, stopped and leaned over the bed in order the better to ascertain whether Valentine slept. The woman was Madame de Villefort. On recognizing her stepmother, Valentine could not repress a shudder, which caused a vibration in the bed.
Madame de Villefort tuntui nopeasti takaisin kohdalle, ja sieltä, ylöpöydällä. Hän katsoi silmällisesti ja kiinnostavasti valentiaiden pahimmat muutokset. Hän huomioi monenlaisen huolimman Monte-Cristoa. Hän huomioi, että käynti, joka ei pysy filtaan, pysyy pitkällä kärpällä.
Silloin, kun käsittelee koko pysyvän, hän vahvistaa itseään. Mutta tämä yksityiskohtainen tehtävä, joka on yleensä niin helppo tehtävä, tuli melkein ei-mahdollisena tällä hetkellä. Niin paljon, että yllätyskysymykset pysyivät ylöspäin ja oppivat totuutta. Madame de Villefort, joka oli yllättynyt silmään, joka oli yksityiskohtaisesti valmentunut,
Again extended her hand, and half hidden by the curtains, succeeded in emptying the contents of the file into the glass. Then she retired so gently that Valentine did not know she left the room. She only witnessed the withdrawal of the arm. The fair, round arm of a woman but 25 years old, and who yet spread death all around her.
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Chapter 4: How does Madame de Villefort's actions impact Valentine's fate?
It is impossible to describe the sensations experienced by Valentine during the minute and a half Madame de Villefort remained in the room. The grating against the library door aroused the young girl from the stupor in which she was plunged and which almost amounted to insensibility. She raised her head with an effort. The noiseless door again turned on its hinges and the Count of Monte Cristo reappeared. Well, said he, do you still doubt?
Oh, murmured the young girl. Have you seen? Alas, did you recognize? Valentine groaned. Oh, yes, she said. I saw, but I cannot believe. Would you rather die then and cause Maximilian's death? Oh, repeated the young girl, almost bewildered.
Can I not leave the house? Can I not escape? Valentine, the hand which now threatens you will pursue you everywhere. Your servants will be seduced with gold, and death will be offered to you disguised in every shape. You will find it in the water you drink from the spring, in the fruit you pluck from the tree. But did you not say that my kind grandfather's precaution had neutralized the poison?
Yes, but not against a strong dose. The poison will be changed, and the quantity increased. He took a glass and raised it to his lips. It's already done, he said. Brucine is no longer employed, but a simple narcotic. I can recognize the flavor of the alcohol in which it has been dissolved. If you had taken what Madame de Villefort has poured into your glass, Valentine, you would be dying now.
But, exclaimed the young girl, why am I thus pursued? Why? Are you so kind, so good, so unsuspicious of ill, that you cannot understand, Valentine? No, I've never injured her. But you are rich, Valentine. You have 200,000 livres a year, and you prevent her son from enjoying those 200,000 livres.
How so? The fortune is not her gift, but is inherited from my relations. Certainly, and that is why Monsieur and Madame de Saint-Moran have died. That is why Monsieur Nortier was sentenced the day he made you his heir. That is why you, in your turn, are to die. It is because your father would inherit your property, and your brother, his only son, succeed to his.
Poor child. Are all these crimes committed on his account? Ah, then you at length understand. Heaven grant that this may not be visited upon him. Valentine, you are an angel. But why is my grandfather allowed to live?
It was considered that with you dead, the fortune would naturally revert to your brother, unless he were disinherited. And besides, the crime appearing useless, it would be folly to commit it. And is it possible that this frightful combination of crimes has been invented by a woman? Do you recollect in the arbor of the Hotel de Poste at Perugia, seeing a man in a brown cloak, whom your stepbrother was questioning upon Akhmatovana?
Well, ever since then, the infernal project has been ripening in her brain. Ah, then, indeed, sir, said the sweet girl, bathed in tears. I see that I am condemned to die. No, Valentine, for I have foreseen all their plots. No, your enemy is conquered, since we know her. And you will live, Valentine. Live to be happy, yourself, and to confer happiness upon a noble heart. But to ensure this...
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Chapter 5: What are the consequences of the poison plot against Valentine?
No. And yet your father, a man accustomed to judicial accusations, ought to have known that all these deaths have not happened naturally. It is he who should have watched over you. He should have occupied my place. He should have emptied that glass. He should have risen against the assassin. Spectre against Spectre, he murmured in a low voice as he concluded his sentence.
Sir, said Valentine, I will do all I can to live, for there are two beings whose existence depends upon mine, my grandfather and Maximilian. I will watch over them as I have over you. Well, sir, do as you will with me. And then she added in a low voice, Oh heavens, what will befall me?
Whatever may happen, Valentine, do not be alarmed. Though you suffer, though you lose sight, hearing, consciousness, fear nothing. Though you should awake and be ignorant where you are, still do not fear. Even though you should find yourself in a sepulchral vault or coffin. Reassure yourself then, and say to yourself, At this moment a friend, a father, who lives for my happiness and that of Maximilian, watches over me.
Alas, what a fearful extremity. Valentine, would you rather denounce your stepmother? I would rather die a hundred times. Oh yes, die. No, you will not die. But will you promise me, whatever happens, that you will not complain, but hope? I will think of Maximilian.
You are my own darling child, Valentine. I alone can save you, and I will. Valentine, in the extremity of her terror, joined her hands, for she felt that the moment it arrived to ask for courage, and began to pray. And while uttering little more than incoherent words, she forgot that her white shoulders had no other covering than her long hair, and that the pulsations of her heart could be seen through the lace of her nightdress.
Monty Christo laittoi häneltä häneltä hienon naisen armeen, laittoi vihreän pöytän ylös häneltä ja sanoi vanhempana nukkumaan, Minä lapseni, uskon sinulle, kun uskot Jumalan hyvää ja Maximilian rakkautta. Sitten hän laittoi häneltä häneltä vihreän pöytän pöytän, laittoi vihreän pöytän ja otti siitä pisteen, jonka hän laittoi hänen kädessään.
She took it and looked attentively on the count. There was an expression on the face of her intrepid protector, which commanded her veneration. She evidently interrogated him by her look. Yes, said he. Valentine carried the pastille to her mouth and swallowed it. And now, my dear child, adieu for the present. I will try and gain a little sleep, for you are saved.
Go, said Valentine. Whatever happens, I promise you, I will not fear. Monte Cristo for some time kept his eyes fixed on the young girl, who gradually fell asleep, yielding to the effects of the narcotic the counter had given her. Then he took the glass, emptied three parts of the contents in the fireplace, that it might be supposed Valentine had taken it, and replaced it on the table.
Then he disappeared after throwing a farewell glance on Valentine, who slept with the confidence and innocence of an angel. We'll return with chapter 102, Valentine, right after these sponsor messages. And now chapter 102, Valentine.
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Chapter 6: How does the Count of Monte Cristo intervene in Valentine's situation?
The dim light, the profound silence and the gloomy thoughts inspired by the hour, and still more by her own conscience, all combined to produce a sensation of fear. The poisoner was terrified at the contemplation of her own work. At length she rallied, drew aside the curtain, and leaning over the pillow gazed intently on Valentine. The young girl no longer breathed, no breath issued through the half-closed teeth,
The white lips no longer quivered. The eyes were suffused with the bluest vapor. And the long black lashes rested on a cheek white as wax. Madame de Villefort gazed upon the face so expressive even in its stillness. Then she ventured to raise the coverlet and press her hand upon the young girl's heart. It was cold and motionless. She only felt the pulsation in her own fingers and withdrew her hand with a shudder.
One arm was hanging out of the bed. From shoulder to elbow it was molded after the arms of Germaine Pilon's graces, but the forearm seemed to be slightly distorted by compulsion, and the hand, so delicately formed, was resting with stiff, outstretched fingers on the framework of the bed. The nails, too, were turning blue.
Jermaine Pignon oli suomalainen suomalainen skulptori, joka asui 1535-1598. Hänen suomalaisen tehtävänä oli kolme rauhaa, joka on nyt Louvreissa. Tervetuloa taustalle. Madame de Fillefort ei ollut enää yllättävää. Kaikki on loppunut. Hän oli saapunut viimeisen huonon tehtävän, jonka hän oli saavuttanut.
There was no more to do in the room, so the poisoner retired stealthily, as though fearing to hear the sound of her own footsteps. But as she withdrew, she still held aside the curtain, absorbed in the irresistible attraction always exerted by the picture of death, so long as it is merely mysterious and does not excite disgust. Just then the lamp again flickered. The noise startled Madame de Villefort, who shuddered and dropped the curtain.
Päivän jälkeen ilma pysähtyi, ja ruumi pysähtyi rauhallisesta pysähtyvästä. Silloin kloakka pysähtyi 4.30. Agitaatiin ylöspäin, poisiona onnistui pysähtymään kotiin, ja onnistui ruumiin rauhallisesta pysähtyvästä. Pysähtyminen pysähtyi kaksi tuntia pidemmäksi. Sitten lämpimänä kylmänä ilma pysähtyi Venetian pysähtyminen, jotta se näytti näitä asioita ruumiin.
About this time the nurse's cough was heard on the stairs, and the woman entered the room with a cup in her hand. To the tender eye of a father or a lover, the first glance would have sufficed to reveal Valentine's condition. But to this hireling, Valentine only appeared to sleep. Good, she exclaimed, approaching the table. She has taken part of her draft. The glass is three quarters empty.
Then she went to the fireplace and lit the fire, and although she had just left her bed, she could not resist the temptation offered by Valentine's sleep. So she threw herself into an armchair to snatch a little more rest. The clock striking eight awoke her. Astonished at the prolonged slumber of the patient, and frightened to see that the arm was still hanging out of the bed, she advanced towards Valentine, and for the first time noticed the white lips.
She tried to replace the arm, but it moved with a frightful rigidity which could not deceive a sick nurse. She screamed aloud, then, running to the door, exclaimed, Help! Help! What is the matter? asked Monsieur de Vrigney at the foot of the stairs, it being the hour he usually visited her. What is it? asked Villefort, rushing from his room. Doctor, do you hear them call for help?
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Chapter 7: What is the outcome of the assassination attempt on Valentine?
Ah, exclaimed Vrigney, in a voice in which the horror of a judge unveiling the truth was mingled with the delight of a student making a discovery. Madame de Villefort was overpowered. Her eyes first flashed and then swam. She staggered towards the door and disappeared. Directly afterwards, the distant sound of a heavy weight falling on the ground was heard, but no one paid any attention to it.
The nurse was engaged in watching the chemical analysis, and Villefort was still absorbed in grief. Monsieur de Vrigney alone had followed Madame de Villefort with his eyes, and watched her hurried retreat. He lifted up the drapery over the entrance to Edwards' room, and his eye reaching as far as Madame de Villefort's apartment, he beheld her extended lifeless on the floor. ''Go to the assistance of Madame de Villefort,'' he said to the nurse.
Madame de Villefort is ill. But Mademoiselle de Villefort, stammered the nurse. Mademoiselle de Villefort no longer requires help, said de Vrigney, since she is dead. Dead? groaned forth Monsieur Villefort in a paroxysm of grief, which was the more terrible from the novelty of the sensation in the iron heart of that man.
Dead? repeated a third voice. Who said Valentine was dead? The two men turned round and saw Morell standing at the door, pale and terror-stricken. This is what had happened. At the usual time, Morell had presented himself at the little door leading to Nortier's room. Contrary to custom, the door was open, and having no occasion to ring, he entered.
He waited for a moment in the hall and called for a servant to conduct him to Monsieur Nortier, but no one answered. The servants having, as we know, deserted the house. Morell had no particular reason for uneasiness. Monte Cristo had promised him that Valentine should live, and so far he had always fulfilled his word. Every night the Count had given him news, which was the next morning confirmed by Nortier.
Still this extraordinary silence appeared strange to him, and he called a second and third time. Still no answer. Then he determined to go up. Nortier's room was opened, like all the rest. The first thing he saw was the old man sitting in his armchair in his usual place, but his eyes expressed alarm, which was confirmed by the pallor which overspread his features. ''And how are you, sir?'' asked Morell, with a sickness of heart.
Well, answered the old man by closing his eyes, but his appearance manifested increasing uneasiness. You are thoughtful, sir, continued Morell. You want something. Shall I call one of the servants? Yes, replied Nortier with his eyes. Morell pulled the bell, but though he nearly broke the cord, no one answered.
He turned towards Nortier. The pallor and anguish expressed on his countenance momentarily increased. Why do they not come? exclaimed Morell. Is anyone ill in the house? The eyes of Nortier seemed as though they would start from their sockets. What is the matter? You alarm me. Valentine? Yes, yes, signed Nortier.
Maximilian yritti puhua, mutta hän ei pystynyt käsittelemään mitään. Hän pysähtyi ja pysähtyi ympäristöön. Sitten hän pysähtyi tuohon. ''Joo, joo,'' jatkoi vanha. Maximilian pysähtyi tuohon pysähtymään, kun Noritie's eyes seemed to say, ''Quicker, quicker!'' In a minute the young man darted through several rooms, till at length he reached Valentine's. There was no occasion to push the door, it was wide open.
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