On the seventh night, the Marquis did not ask the question. Instead, he led her to the great hall, where Juliette sat on a throne of antlers, wearing a gown of crimson and a mask of silver. Behind her stood three men with swords.
The dungeon was not dark. That was the horror: it was lit by a hundred candles arranged around a circular iron bed. On the walls, mirrors. The Marquis entered wearing a leather apron over his bare chest. "Tonight," he said, "we perform a morality play. You are the virtuous maiden. I am the world." mshahdt fylm Marquis de Sade Justine 1969 mtrjm
The Marquis stepped forward. "One final lesson, Justine. I will release you. The gates are open. You may walk to the village, free and unharmed. But first—" He drew a small, curved knife. "You must cut out your own tongue. Not to silence you. But because I wish to see if your virtue can survive without speech." On the seventh night, the Marquis did not ask the question
"Because you gave your word you would not harm me." The dungeon was not dark
That first night, he had her read from Sade's Philosophy in the Boudoir . She stumbled over the words: "The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment." The Marquis smiled. "Continue."