Witch's Tale (AU) 41-xx-xx Altar of Hate

Summary

Podcast Summary: "Witch's Tale (AU) 41-xx-xx Altar of Hate"

Podcast Information:

• Title: Harold's Old Time Radio
• Host/Author: Harold's Old Time Radio
• Description: Relive the Golden Age of Radio with classic shows like The Shadow, Abbott & Costello, Amos & Andy, and Dragnet. Before television became ubiquitous, families gathered around the radio to immerse themselves in captivating stories and entertainment.
• Episode: Witch's Tale (AU) 41-xx-xx Altar of Hate
• Release Date: May 19, 2025

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Introduction

Witch's Tale (AU) 41-xx-xx Altar of Hate transports listeners to the tumultuous era of the French Revolution, specifically during the Reign of Terror. Through a dramatic narrative, the episode delves into themes of hatred, legacy, sacrifice, and the transformative power of love.

The Tale Begins: A Haunting Legacy ([01:25] - [02:46])

The episode opens with Monsieur le Comte DeLorean, a centenarian, setting the stage for a grim story. He proclaims:

“103 year old I be today. Yes sir, a hundred and three year old. Well Satan, tonight we ain't going to tell no bedtime story for weaklings.”
[01:25]

He introduces the protagonist, Rudy Nantes, also known as Citizen Carrier, a man branded "the Butcher" during the Revolution. The audience is immediately thrust into the chaos:

“Outside a handsome house where soldiers of the Revolution are battering down a door, you'll see a mob of maddened men and women. And there our story, the Altar of Hate begins.”
[01:44]

Conflict and Confrontation: The Demand for Sacrifice ([03:10] - [06:03])

The narrative intensifies as Butcher Carrier confronts Monsieur le Comte DeLorean, demanding unwavering loyalty and ultimate sacrifice:

“Madame la Guillotine will be well served tonight. An aristocrat for victim and one for execution.”
[05:08]

Monsieur DeLorean stands firm, refusing to plead for mercy despite the dire circumstances:

“Neither my husband nor myself will plead for our lives, Monsieur.”
[04:20]

The emotional weight heightens when DeLorean implores:

“Mother, don't.”
[04:30]

Despite his pleas, Carrier remains resolute, embodying the coldness of revolutionary zeal:

“He is a fiend from hell.”
[06:07]

A Son's Dilemma: Henri's Choice ([06:58] - [10:32])

Fast forward 34 years, the story shifts focus to Charles Carrier, now an old man on his deathbed, reflecting on his past actions and the haunting legacy of his father, Butcher Carrier. The altar of hate, constructed from the skulls of innocent victims, symbolizes the irreversible path of vengeance.

“Monsieur Carrier, we cannot escape. Will you withdraw with your men for a few minutes, that you may persuade the young man privately with citizen soldiers?”
[07:06]

In a poignant exchange, DeLorean urges his son to uphold his dying wish:

“Charles, thou shalt fulfill my final wish and live.”
[09:43]

Contrary to his father's demands, Charles grapples with the morality of continuing the cycle of hate:

“I won't hate. Hatred burnt my father's life away.”
[20:00]

The Altar of Hate: Confronting the Past ([13:24] - [17:42])

As the story progresses, Marguerite, Charles's love interest, becomes entwined in the legacy of hatred. Their relationship symbolizes the possibility of love overcoming deep-seated animosity.

“I think that I've learned to love you.”
[23:20]

However, the altar remains a constant reminder of the past:

“An altar built of human skulls? Yes. The skulls of those who in the name of liberty, defiled the natural rights of all created men.”
[16:12]

The tension reaches a climax when Charles confronts the true horror of the altar and the necessity to break free from his father's destructive legacy.

Breaking the Cycle: Redemption and Forgiveness ([22:24] - [26:35])

In the final act, Marguerite and Charles face the culmination of their struggle against the altar of hate. Marguerite rejects the ingrained hatred, choosing love and forgiveness over vengeance.

“I will not hate. I will not kill.”
[25:12]

Charles, inspired by Marguerite's courage, confronts the altar one last time, symbolizing the breaking of an ancestral curse.

“I cannot let thee die deceived. I lie to thee. I cannot do thy awful bidding.”
[17:42]

The altar, once a monument to hatred, begins to crumble as Charles and Marguerite choose a path of forgiveness and love, dismantling the foundations of their tortured legacy.

Conclusion: A New Beginning ([26:35] - [27:03])

The episode concludes with a reflection on the transformative journey of the characters. The final dialogue underscores the triumph of love and forgiveness over generational hatred.

“Love has naught to fear from. So says your religion.”
[25:58]

As the altar of hate is destroyed, listeners are left with a powerful message about the enduring human capacity for change and redemption.

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Notable Quotes

• Monsieur le Comte DeLorean:
  “Neither my husband nor myself will plead for our lives, Monsieur.”
  [04:20]

• Butcher Carrier:
  “You are a fiend from hell.”
  [06:07]

• Charles Carrier:
  “I won't hate. Hatred burnt my father's life away.”
  [20:00]

• Marguerite:
  “I think that I've learned to love you.”
  [23:20]

• Charles Carrier:
  “I cannot let thee die deceived. I lie to thee. I cannot do thy awful bidding.”
  [17:42]

Final Thoughts

Witch's Tale (AU) 41-xx-xx Altar of Hate masterfully weaves a tale of historical turmoil with timeless human emotions. Through its richly developed characters and poignant dialogues, the episode explores the devastating impact of hate and the redemptive power of love and forgiveness. Listeners are left contemplative about the cycles we inherit and the choices we make to either perpetuate or break them.

Transcript

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[Butcher Carrier]

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[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

103 year old I be today. Yes sir, a hundred and three year old. Well Satan, tonight we ain't going to tell no bedtime story for weaklings. Pass the word to douse all nights and we'll get at it.

[Butcher Carrier]

That's it.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Make it nice and dark. Sitting in the gloom's the way to hear our pretty tales. Up to the fire and gaze into the embers. Gaze into em deep and soon you'll see the town of Nantes in France. The time is that of the Reign of Terror. And Rudy Nantes is a man named Carrier, who history calls the Butcher. Outside a handsome house where soldiers of the Revolution are battering down a door, you'll see a mob of maddened men and women. And there our story, the Altar of Hate begins. The Altar of Hate.

[Butcher Carrier]

Dragon pigeons. Drive them back and keep them at a distance.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Citizen Carrier wishes to enter his rat's nest alone.

[Butcher Carrier]

How these good citizens trust me. Well. No patriot in France has better serve Madame la Guillotine than you because of your fine working nuns. Bodies of the dead so fill our river Loire it overflows its banks. After this stubborn door has yielded, you will witness even finer work, friend Bressac. What will you do to them? Wait and see. I have a very pretty plan. Ah, the door is broken. Do you see the dogs we touched? Mostly. Take them. Hold them. We have them, the 201 in their cab. Come, Citizen Carrier. They make no sure fight. I'm coming. Well, Monsieur le Comte and Madame la Comtesse Delorean and the young Monsieur le Chevalier Delorean. We are your prisoners. There is no need to ask what you will do to us. We are ready. You are brave, Monsieur le Comte. But will you not ask for mercy at Least for your wife and son.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Neither my husband nor myself will plead for our lives, Monsieur.

[Butcher Carrier]

Nor will I. I am not afraid to die.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Oh, my son. My child.

[Butcher Carrier]

Helene. The lady weakened. Mother, don't.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I can't help myself. When her child is threatened, every mother is a cow.

[Butcher Carrier]

Stop. No.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Lucy Carrier. I know I'm speaking to a man without a heart. Yes, Pink. I must. We are ready to die. But our son is only a boy. A child. You can't. Kill him.

[Butcher Carrier]

Kill him. Mother, I beg you. Go on. Madam, I am really most sympathetic.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

And spare my son. He is but 16. A child.

[Butcher Carrier]

You have touched me deeply. I will grant your plea. What?

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

No Carrier. Oh, where is the klax?

[Butcher Carrier]

Lester. Silence. Brief act I command here. No one can be spared. Enough. I am revolutionary law. I will spare your son, Madame, on one condition.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Anything you say.

[Butcher Carrier]

Yes, anything. So the father is not too proud to beg. I will not let them beg. Father. Mother. We may die together.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

No, child, not you.

[Butcher Carrier]

You are the last of the deloreans. You must carry on our name.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Yes, my son must live.

[Butcher Carrier]

Name your condition, Monsieur Carrion. No. Yes. Your son will be spared, citizens, if he will be your executioner. What? You mean this boy shall live? If he will operate the knife that drops your head in of the basket.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

No.

[Butcher Carrier]

Monks. You are worse than the butcher they call you. You are a fiend from hell.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Grand Carrier. A stroke of genius.

[Butcher Carrier]

You thought I had forgotten my duty. Brizzard. I said I had a plan for these aristocrats. Only you could have thought of this. Listen, citizen soldiers, to this great patriot we follow. Enough. Enough. And now I respect your answer. The answer is no. Do you think I would buy my life at the cost of taking those of my mother and father? Take us three to your guillotine and learn how aristocrats, both young and old can die. My son, you make me proud, but I am yet head of my house. But your Carrier, my son, submits to your condition. Only you were not in earnest, Father.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Thy father is in earnest, Charles. And I divine his reason. I add my voice to his.

[Butcher Carrier]

Thou must obey us not if God commanded it. Charles. Now the last of our noble name must live. Monsieur Carrier, we cannot escape. Will you withdraw with your men for a few minutes, that you may persuade the young man privately with citizen soldiers? We will all retire to the hallway. Come, citizen soldiers. You're wasting time. I die with my parents. I count on their ability to convince you, Young man, they understand my motives as I understand theirs. Motives which assure them I will keep my promise. That you'll be allowed to live. I know you will keep your promise. Butcher carrier. And why, Please leave us. Certainly. I will await your decision out of hearing, but not out of sight.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Mother, thou must accept that fiend's condition.

[Butcher Carrier]

Charles, how can you bid me even think of such a crime against all nature? Thou dost not understand, my son. The name of delorean must not die. Dost think I would preserve it by depriving thee of life?

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

An ideal. A cause is more important than the individual.

[Butcher Carrier]

And we are already doomed to die. By thy hand or another's.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Thou, my son, must live.

[Butcher Carrier]

At such a cost. I cannot. Then art thou a coward and fit.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

To be our son?

[Butcher Carrier]

Ay, to die is not difficult. But thou art afraid to live. I cannot live. Listen, Charles. That beast sated with murder would now destroy souls as well as bodies so that men may say of thee. There goes an aristocrat who bought his life with the blood of those who bore him. He will keep his word. And thou must prove such scum cannot destroy a soul. For thou and other young men like thee are the only hope of France. Thou must live, or we shall have died in vain.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Thou wilt be bravest of the brave in living, Charles, for thou wilt bear men scorned in honor.

[Butcher Carrier]

I cannot Will not do this thing.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Charles.

[Butcher Carrier]

No. You await at that door. Take us to your guillotine. We die together.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I have a final argument in my command.

[Butcher Carrier]

Mother. Drop that knife. A sea dog has a dagger. You must see me. No.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I am granting your desire. It was too much to ask of that he should bring his mother dead. But now that death accomplished, Charles, thou wilt fulfill my final wish and live.

[Butcher Carrier]

Yes, thou wilt fulfill this man's condition on me, thy father. You still will keep your pardon, butcher. It will not make so good a show to have him drop only your head in the basket. Still indirectly, he will have caused his mother's death. Returns. Yet stand.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Promise you will live a child.

[Butcher Carrier]

Oh, dear Mer.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Promise. It is my dying wish.

[Butcher Carrier]

The she dog's dead. I will join you soon. Elaine. What says the she dog's puppy? Will he join her too? Or will he buy his life? My mother's dead. My mother and you. You who call yourself the government of France, have killed her. Yes, I will buy my life. I promise, Mother, to fulfill thy dying wish. I will be thy executioner. Father. That I may live to serve a holy hate. That I may avenge thy deaths a hundredfold. Do you hear me, murderous beasts? You fiends of hell. I will live to serve a holy hate. To avenge a hundredfold. To avenge a hundred fold. Take them away, Brissac. And inform the citizens outside that Madame La Guillotine will be well served tonight. An aristocrat for victim and one for execution. Come, Charles. Yes, Father. I swear on thy body, Mother. To avenge an hundredfold.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

That's only the beginning of this pretty story, Satan. Now it's 34 years later. The revolution's over. Butcher Carrier himself has lost his head upon the guillotine. A Bourbon king sits on the throne of France once more. And the boy who swore oath upon the body of his mother is now an old man of 50 who's lying on his deathbed. So our tale goes on. Our tale of the altar of hate. The altar of hate.

[Butcher Carrier]

I know there is but a short time left for me, Monsieur Le Cure. But I have no wish for your offices. I have a creed better suited to my needs. I know your creed, Monsieur Le Comte. It is a religion of hate. Oh, go away. Call my son. He will be my confessor. The only one I wish. Very well. The doctors say I may die at any minute. And I have much to tell. The boy.

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[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Yes.

[Butcher Carrier]

Promise, or I curse you with my dying father. Promise. I promise. Swear. I swear. Ah, now I know thou art fit to bear my name. Father. I die content. I. I shall have avenged an hundredfold. Father. Father. I cannot let thee die deceived. I lie to thee. I cannot do thy awful bidding. I withdraw my promise. Father, answer me. I tell thee I withdraw my promise. I take back my oath. Your father has ceased to breathe. No. Oh, no. One cannot withdraw a promise from the dead. I tell you I will keep my promise, Gina. But I must have more time. Just a little more time. Six months have passed since your father breathed his last. Has not that been time enough? Oh, will you never leave me alone? Morning, noon and night, you speak of nothing but that ghastly promise. Your father rests uneasy in his grave because you make no move to keep your plighted word. The word of a DeLorean. His spirit comes to me and bids me tell you. You only dream he comes to you. Nay. I do not dream. This spectre walks these halls from dusk to dawn, bitter and accusing because of your broken face. I never see it. You will if you do not go. He is upon his portrait, hanging there. His spirit now looks at you from its painted eyes. They. They do look alive. But that's imagination. My mind is becoming weakened by your ghoulish chatter. Leave me alone. I must have more time. How much more time? How can I tell? A man does not commit cold blooded murder as he takes an evening stroll. Just vengeance is not murder. Such vengeance is not just. Oh, I know the awful cause my father had for hatred. But no cause on earth can make such hatred right or good. It can't excuse the frightful altar that lies behind that panel. That altar is a shrine of heaven. It's a monument to hell. One man alone was responsible for my father's horrid memories. One man alone. Yet the head of Butcher Carrier did not fall by my father's hand. His head is not included in that edifice of skulls. No. They are the heads of the innocent followers of Carrier. Dogs who shared his guilt. You've told me that author has claimed victims who, like me, were not yet born when the reign of terror ended. But they were of the blood of those of the terror of that vile brood. How could I hate people I'd never seen for a thing that happened before my time? I won't hate. Hatred burnt my father's life away. I saw him die at old age of 50. An age when other men are in their prime. I won't follow in his footsteps. I'll not hate and not hate. Then you have lied from the first. You never meant to fulfill your plighted word. The word of a DeLorean. The name that he preserved means nothing to you? I. Gina. Two heads are needed to complete that altar. Bring me. Bring me two of Butcher Carrier's blood, and I will keep my promise. You renew your compact with the dead before this portrait of your father? I? Yes, I renew my compact on the conditions I've made. I'm content. Within this hour, your father's shade will be at peace. Within this hour, our holy altar will have its hundred skulls. What do you mean? That I have foreseen your conditions. That last night I went upon the hunt. And this morning I came home with game. It lies waiting now behind the panel. Look. Two bodies lie there by the hedgeman's block. Two live bodies, bound and dead. Ready for the axe which you will wield. Your prisoners are women. My prisoners are enemies. They are the sister and the niece of Butcher Car. Oh, devil. Put those cords that bind them as I shall. Away the. No. This one is just a girl. You're setting them free. Yes. And I take back my promise now forevermore. I will not hate. I will not kill. You cannot withdraw our promise to the dead. Gaze upon your father's portrait. Look into its eyes. They are warning you. Monsieur le Comte, beware. Mademoiselle, you truly forgive me for Dina's dreadful treatment of you and of your mother.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Mother and I remain here in your house as guests. Does that not prove forgiveness? And. And we know the wrong my uncle brought upon your father. And it is for us to beg forgiveness, not for you.

[Butcher Carrier]

Forgiveness. What a blessed word that is. To one who has only heard of hate. Even love must lack such a meaning.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I've never been in love.

[Butcher Carrier]

Neither have I.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

How old are you, Monsieur Lecount?

[Butcher Carrier]

On my next birthday, I'll be 20.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I suppose we're really too young to know much about love.

[Butcher Carrier]

I don't think we would be if we weren't country people. They say in the city that girls and men much younger than we are know all about it. Some are even married.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

It must be nice to live in a city and to know about love.

[Butcher Carrier]

It must be wonderful.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Oh, terribly wonderful, Monsieur le Comte.

[Butcher Carrier]

I wish you wouldn't call me that anymore. No. My name is Henri.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Oh, but. But you're a noble, a Delorean. And I am a bourgeois and a niece of Butcher Carrier.

[Butcher Carrier]

What difference does that make? We've known each other now for two whole weeks. The happiest weeks I've ever known. And, Marguerite, what were you going to say? I. I think that I've learned to love you.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Oh, really?

[Butcher Carrier]

Yes. I know what love is now. And I love thee.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I love thee.

[Butcher Carrier]

Oh, my dear one.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

What was that?

[Butcher Carrier]

My father's portrait.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

As you took me in your arms.

[Butcher Carrier]

It fell crashing to the floor. Its eyes. Its painted eyes. They glare at me with.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Good night, Mother. Good night, my little Marguerite. God bless thee and thy husband.

[Butcher Carrier]

May I call you Mother now, Madame? Since your daughter has just become my wife, I would like to. I never knew my mother.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

You poor boy. I am thy mother now. Good night, Monsieur le Cure.

[Butcher Carrier]

Good night, Madame la Comtesse DeLorean. You are that now you know. Good night to you only. And God's blessing on your bridal night. Thank you, Monsieur le Cure. Dinar, old servant. Won't you cease to look at me with loathing? Won't you also bless our wedding? When you took this woman for your wife today, you lost all claim upon my service. You are no longer a DeLorean. You are a butcher carrier. Keep your peace. Upon this bridal pair I lay my curse. And the dead have laid another more weighty one upon them.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Holy.

[Butcher Carrier]

Don't be afraid, Marguerite. Love cannot fear hate. Let me lift you in my arms and carry you into the house of Lorien. Only he stumbled.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

That is an awful ill man.

[Butcher Carrier]

It is nothing.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

It means nothing. Mother. Good night.

[Butcher Carrier]

Good night. Go to your wedding bed. Cursed spawn of butcher carrier. In the house of one who served her holy hate.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

I. I am afraid, Monsieur Lecoux. They call them back.

[Butcher Carrier]

No one can call them back, for they are the dead as waiting to receive them. Cease your superstitions lies, Dina. The dead are dead and harmless in their graves. And if they are not? The boy was right. Love has naught to fear from. So says your religion. The dead. And I hold another different face. Come.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Marguerite. Marguerite, where are you?

[Butcher Carrier]

Monsieur Le Cur? Monsieur. Monsieur Henri. Boy.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

They do not answer.

[Butcher Carrier]

You will find them in this room. I think his father's room. Mother.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

Eat my baby. Answer me.

[Butcher Carrier]

That opening in the wall. That pile of grinnings skull. Look close. Two fleshly severed heads. Now lie upon it, my son. And oh, now the altar is complete. Not even the grave could keep my master from fulfillment of his vow. He has avenged an hundredfold and hate has triumphed.

[Monsieur le Comte DeLorean]

You folks come see us next week on me birthday and Satan and me. You'll have another 30 yarn to sing. Yeah.

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