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I am lost.
Carrouges will be furious.
(GASPS)
Pierre is the courts!
I will appeal to God.
I will not allow him to be the last man to have known you.
Has my mother quarreled with you yet again?
Then let me share this with you, and this stays between us.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
This is not a matter over which a duel should be fought to the death.
He's well enough to travel.
- (GUESTS LAUGHING) - Especially my husband.
Though I doubt he will give you a hearing.
(COURT MEMBERS MURMURING)
Perhaps I shall not let that rest.
(GRUNTS)
Most excellent and powerful king and our sovereign lord,
(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
JEAN: (SIGHS) It's a pity Pierre took that estate from your father.
that he was handsome, but I told them that I knew him to be untrustworthy.
While you were gone, there was a day when your mother had business
As well as the lessons learned.
No, Jean, no! This is not what I want!
- (FOOTSTEPS) - She does not.
Heaven and earth!
I came here to tell you I will not be joining you
Bitter taste in the mouth?
I serve the king.
You heard the lady! Leave us.
It is a property crime against her male guardian.
Please, no.
Then let us go to bed.
My lady, it appears you are suffering from an imbalance of the four humors,
and a verdict will be rendered by your overlord
- rash, dimwitted, irascible, dimwitted... - Yes. Yes, yes, I know, milord.
LE COQ: It permits the court to wonder
And I further maintain...
(PANTING) It was like none other.
You've been working hard, why not buy yourself a new dress?
- Hello. - LOUVEL: I, uh...
And the truth will prevail.
You must leave. Please.
(SIGHS)
and otherwise, call himself a man of arms.
No less sinful than her coveting me.
True, he is handsome and charming,
(HORSE WHINNIES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
I believe I would have done what many women before me had done.
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Le Gris more than most.
- (SNICKERS) - (CLEARS THROAT)
In as many languages as you do, I'm told.
Tell it anywhere you can and to all who will listen.
Why did you have to sue the count for a piece of land?
You think I do not know this?
Do not keep Our Lord Pierre waiting.
There really is no decision to make.
How is it the other vassals paid?
(GRUNTS)
Sorry.
A good soldier and good fortune are not long parted.
brings naught but trouble and distraction.
apparently fruitless.
(AUDIENCE WHISPERING)
(MAN CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY)
I will be fighting under Admiral de Vienne.
- (WOMEN MOANING) - PIERRE: My squire.
You have no heir.
Quiet!
You must.
(LAUGHTER)
They are celebrating the birth of their first child.
wishing it to be true.
have you lost your dignity?
Our lord returns!
If you die, all you have will revert to Count Pierre.
Good evening.
(LOUDLY) Come!
Yes, I am telling you the truth.
The petition is denied.
Nothing.
They tell me I'm to leave here within a month.
I understand.
You are quite talented when it comes to flattery.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(INHALES DEEPLY, CRIES)
Declare yourself.
Things seem to be running quite well.
- (GRUNTS) - (JEAN GROANS)
(DRUMS BEATING)
Were you unable to pay?
He's with us now.
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHUCKLING) No.
- (DOGS BARKING) - (HORSES APPROACHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MEN LAUGHING)
Sir.
Yes. Her name is even older than yours.
But does he know you to be the most exquisite,
He copies the dresses Queen Isabeau's been seen wearing.
Jean, have you not heard?
So I suppose I am relieved
I have a great favor to ask.
(WOMAN URGING ANIMALS)
Milady, forgive me for intruding.
The squire you gifted the land to.
JACQUES: I think you'd enjoy it.
But what of my name?
No!
Perhaps we may show our faces
We discussed this.
Do not feel badly, my love.
Why do they run?
When he dies, you will inherit that garrison
Let there be no ill will between servants of our king.
six months from the incident you claim is true,
ROBERT: My daughter comes with the money and the land that I've offered.
and such an act did, in fact, take place,
There'll be rough justice this day by the grace of God.
- (CROWD CHEERING) - (CHUCKLES)
(GRUNTS)
Where are you off to now, Jean? (CLEARS THROAT)
One can only hope he hasn't taken away her books.
(GRUNTS)
Why can't you look at me?
I told her in no uncertain terms.
JEAN: What a beauty.
And from what I have heard,
You say to me I am not the captain here?
(WEAPON FIRES SOFTLY)
Please forgive me.
No.
A fact not lost on Pierre, I'm certain.
JEAN: The gates remain closed!
What? (SETS CUP DOWN)
(BOTH CONTINUE GRUNTING)
those who had not expected you to return, Sir Jean.
I cannot.
You will keep your quarters, your servants.
- Marguerite, I've been away for many days. - I cannot.
you love me too. You must.
You are severely melancholic,
Jean de Carrouges!
Surely, you did not say this.
Yes, and her father betrayed the Crown.
(JACQUES GRUNTS, PANTS)
to all good Christians.
See that it does not fall into disarray.