Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There was a terrible battle. Navarre fought like a lion.

The Bishopís guards.

...the voice of the wolf that we hear...

- But sir, the hawk is done for. - Donít you say that!

Do you remember me?

...when they can almost touch...

Itís not polite to assume that somebody is a liar when youíve only just met him.

...dreaming Iím asleep.

Когда спёр редиску из колхозного огорода А сторож тебя заметил

- They are, are they? - Please, my lady?

Now, then, where is it? Oh, yes, there...

...if I could call her by name and pretend weíve met before?

There are strange forces at work in your life.

Ah! Well, well, thatís gratitude for you!

They shared the same confessor, a weak, foolish priest.

Navarre was right.

- Your Grace? - There must be a hawk.

If heís out there, Your Grace, I shall find him.

And I will find you.

And by night, as you have already guessed...

It has never known defeat, until now.

- Hello! - Hello!

Only the anguish of a split second at sunrise and sunset...

I was better off at the dungeons of Aquila!

Navarre, is he?..

The face of love.

Hang him. Search every sewer, every drain!

Iím going to get some help!

Someone who has seen the dungeons of Aquila, and lived to tell the tale.