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But, in truth, it is I who am dead, and they who live.
All we need is a little patience. He knows what to do.
The paramount vow of a Jesuit is a vow of obedience.
Your Holiness, I write to you in this year of our Lord 1758...
...until I have seen these mission territories with my own eyes.
Huh.
Or are you no longer a Jesuit?
Go on.
Father Gabriel, of the mission...
...and rules your king.
Down there. Down there.
How could the Indians have supposed that the death of that unsung priest...
Come with me.
Welcome home, brother.
Between ourselves, Your Eminence, the Jesuits are too powerful here.
- You shouldn't have become a priest. - But I am, and they need me.
I ask the pardon of this assembly. I ask for the pardon of my brothers.
Oh, no!
...the Jesuits could have subdued the whole continent.
Well, Your Eminence, as to the missions...
Why should there be?