All language subtitles for 1955 - The Adventures of Quentin Durward

Thank you.

Lord Crawford, his nephew, Quentin
Derwood. He awaits you.

Wait, Quentin, wait.

There.

Now, Quentin.

My uncle.

You may go.

I am in debt to you again.

Splendid, splendid.

Filled it. Oh, most extravagant. You
astonish me, my uncle.

Quentin, you were in tatters. Could I
allow my own nephew of my own noble

to go trailing through all the camps in
Scotland, giving such an imitation of a

poor, proud church mouse?

I've done so for many years now, and
it's no imitation.

But that will not do now.

Not if you are to carry my portrait to
the most brilliant court in Europe.

Aye.

You like it?

Well, there is a certain flattery.
Excellent.

If there were not, I would have broken
that rascal's neck.

What is all this about my going to
Europe? To France.

You will go to Perron, to the court of
Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy.

You will deliver this portrait to our
Scottish ambassador there. He will pass

on to a certain lady.

I am contemplating matrimony.

Matrimony? At your age, sir? Oh, come,
come, Quentin.

You know very well we Scots are durable.

Who is this fortunate lady?

Isabel, Countess of Markroy.

Now I can understand why you want to
marry her. Of course. She's rich.

My uncle, she's beautiful.

That will be your first duty.

After you've delivered my portrait to
the ambassador, you will ascertain, does

this portrait flatter the lady as much
as mine does me?

Yes, sir. You will then proceed to
discover...

If she will make me a good wife, is she
modest, humble, chaste, sweet of nature,

gracious, properly shy?

In a word, is she economical?

This is a bold question, but why does
she choose to marry you?

Politics.

Politics. Well, you honor me with such a
mission.

You're no boy, Quentin.

It distresses me to see you so poor. I
find it very expensive.

Still, you're a man of honor and an
ornament to the family.

I should be none of these things except
for you.

Well, now's your chance to repay me.

I trust you, Quentin.

My uncle, I swear I shall uphold your
name.

I shall judge the lady's character in
finding her qualified. I shall pursue

mission with my life's blood.

Let us not make too much of the
qualifications, except is her income

The Duke of Burgundy.

The Scottish ambassador is waiting.

Let him wait.

I cannot.

You know my answer.

You know my necessities.

Do not give one single fig for your
necessities.

I have mine.

And I will not be so like a prime cow to
the highest bidder who appears in your

barnyard. There will be no more
insolence.

My Scottish alliance rests on this
marriage. I would rather you allied

with the moon than so me to the stars.

Oh, heaven, some antique Scottish earl.
His right arm rests on the Scottish

throne. And his left on the graveyard
wall.

I am in no withering condition, your
grace. This is not my notion of

You are my ward, and you will do what I
say.

I am no pawn.

I have my castle, my towns and my lands
and my own loyal subjects all on the

tender flank of Burgundy.

I am neither helpless nor am I stupid.

And you do not dare, Your Grace, to
attempt to force this upon me.

I do not.

There will be a banquet tonight for the
Scottish ambassador.

You will be there and your betrothal
will be announced.

Your Ladyship. Your Grace.

All goes well, Lord Malcolm.

Lord

Malcolm,

Quentin Derwood, sir, from Lord
Crawford.

His portrait.

My eyesight's surely failing.

What has Crawford so used him since last
we met?

Your pardon, sir, but my renowned
kinsman is ageless in spirit, in valor,

generosity, in virtue. Come, come,
Durwood. We're Scotsmen together.

Besides, he owes me money.

A man's getting the bargain of the
century and he wants it inspected.

Oh, why can I not be representing some
soft -headed race like the English?

What are your intentions?

To meet her.

To judge, will she make a bride worthy
of my uncle's honored name?

But the luckiest man alive if he gets
her.

She is probably the wealthiest woman in
Europe.

She is certainly one of the most
beautiful.

When shall I see her?

Tonight. As a banquet in my honor, you
shall come as my companion.

I, uh... By the way, I have need to go
into the shops. My uncle presumed that

you would furnish me with funds.

How perfectly are your credentials in
order.

Simply because you're in France,
Derwood, I see no reason for purposeless

extravagance.

Keep in mind, we are a poor nation.

Hello. She's gone.

Gone. Vanished.

She's gone, I tell you.

Get you to Mark Roy.

Did a coach just pass through this gate?

Yeah. On the road to Boobie.

All ready, my lady.

My jewel case.

A jewel box like a crate.

Like a trunk.

Don't I get just a few Louis?

For a jewel box like a crate, don't I
get a few Louis?

Has the lady passed along this road? She
passed, yes.

But they have sold her to Delamarque.
Who is Delamarque? Who is Delamarque?

Who is Delamarque? I give an honorable
house.

Animal! Animal!

Guard!

What is this delay?

There's a confusion, your ladyship.
Which road?

The coachman is consulting a tinker.

Across the bridge to the left.

Thank you.

twelve -fingered bungler.

I'm a disgrace to my uncle, to my
family, and to Scotland.

When she escaped Delamarche, she escaped
me.

Delamarche? That ugly brigand, he tried
to kidnap her. Naturally, I had to

prevent it. You stood off Delamarche.

Dear word, William Delamarche is the
terror of Flanders.

A renegade count, he haunts the woods
with a thousand followers.

They call him the Beat of the Ardennes.

Where did this happen?

What I know, in the dark.

On what road?

To Beauvais, I think, wherever that is.

Beauvais.

The

Duke

sent his men to McCroy, but she did not
go home.

Beauvais is not on the road to McCroy.

Where did she go?

You came here to meet your kinsman's
bride.

You may end up by encountering history.

Have you wits, Derwood, or are you
merely brave?

If you doubt my honor, sir... That's a
discouraging answer.

You may have to match your wits against
King Louis, who has no honor.

He despises your code of chivalry.

He's ruthless, unscrupulous.

He has one loyalty to France, and one
gift.

He's a genius.

What have I to do with Louis?

I'd stake anything she's on her way to
tour to put herself under the protection

of the king.

I'm on my way. Gently, Wild Highlander.

If Burgundy discovers that she's gone
over to Louis, there could be war.

And a wasting civil war in France is not
in Scotland's interest.

I'll go in secret. Attach myself to
Louis' court, make her acquaintance,

her confidence. You're a handsome,
proud, gallant, honorable, and

slightly obsolete figure.

I see it in admiration.

All nostalgia.

Announces are being put away.

Gunpowder sets where the judges wear.

History is creating a new sort of world.

Cruel, political, thoughtful, violent.

Louis is its symbol.

If you were to match him, my Scottish
Cavalier, you may have to restrain your

more glorious impulses.

Do you trust me?

You'll be needing funds, I presume.

a welcome to a stranger. Remove this
weed. It tickles. What is your business

here? I'm a wandering Scotsman with a
sword at His Majesty's disposal.

Shall we test it?

We'd rather test your purse.

In my honor is my purse.

You hurry. There may be time. We may
save him yet.

Get in the car.

You tie a loose knot, hangman. We had to
finish your work.

You tied the knot. I did not tie it. May
heaven bear me witness.

O kind judicious heaven, look down.

An odd bird doth hover above us.

Villain, did you cut this rope?

I'm a stranger. I committed an act of
mercy.

I demand to be taken to his majesty.
Drop that foolish dagger and come down

here, or we shall blast you to pieces.

We come to present you with the joys of
the next life.

I enjoy this one. Get out.

Well, if you take such pleasure and your
purse is of such weight, perhaps we can

come to some arrangement.

A Scotsman, sir, of honorable birth.

And before I stoop to buying my life,
observe how I shall sell it.

A true Scot, much blood, much pride, no
doubt of our scarcity of ducats.

By all the saints, this is too much. Am
I to be shot at by rogues, hanged by

thieves, and insulted by lackeys?

If you're a gentleman, go back to your
king.

Tell him that an honest Scotsman offers
him an honest sword.

But if these swindlers and bribe
-seekers are the guardians he trusts,

Louis is no genius.

He's a babe in swaddling clothes or a
drooling, gullible old man.

Thank you, Scotsman. I am Louis.

Guards, release him. If he's still in
the area by nightfall, then of course

can have your way with him.

Your Majesty, I am the babe in swaddling
clothes.

What is your name?

Durward, sire. Quentin Durward. At your
service.

Not at my service. I enjoy an honest
man. I trust no man I cannot purchase,

begone, or hang.

so brave. Who are you?

The gypsy, Herati.

It was my brother you tried to save.

I am beholden to you.

Oh, you were so brave. You make me
uneasy.

Don't do it.

Dear sir, I tell you, there is no castle
in Europe so guarded. I am a spy. It is

my business. I know.

You're a spy for Burgundy? No, Louis.

My brother was for Burgundy. Oh,
sometimes I am for Burgundy and my

for Louis, but today he was for Burgundy
and... Too bad.

Listen to me.

Has a great lady come to this castle? Of
course. The Countess of Mark Roy. I am

a spy. I know everything.

Is she in the castle now? Of course.

That's why they hang my brother. Because
he finds out.

Did he send a message to Burgundy? Of
course.

He is a spy. It is his business.

He was such a good spy. He was the best
in our family.

Next to me.

Sir, crazy man, I cannot let you.

Oh, fate, fate. Why am I so beholden to
a man so brave when I am such a coward?

Oh, it's embarrassing.

Tell me gypsy. Do you know this castle?
Of course like the palm of your hand

Ho, ho.

He's asleep.

Good night.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

It's a very easy thing, Your Majesty, to
laugh at a man of old -fashioned honor

and dismiss him and place your faith in
gunpowder and men you can buy.

But this is an honest dagger at your
throat. And where are your guards?

It's my opinion, sire, that you need me.

But if you're not so convinced...

Would you care for a drink?

If you please, Your Majesty.

Oh, maiden, what a pity it is. The good
old days of chivalry will never come

back. What station we ladies used to
hold. What magnificent slaughters were

staged in our honor.

Consider my grandmother of blessed
memory.

When my grandfather won her favor, such
a tournament as was held. Why, it cost

the lives of two. The fracture of one
backbone, one collarbone, three legs,

arms. But my grandfather prevailed.

Splendid. And I'm sure it resulted in a
most unhappy marriage. And your

grandfather beat your grandmother of
blessed memory unmercifully. Such

times indeed.

I beg your pardon.

Ladies, a thousand pardons. I took the
wrong door.

Lady Hamelin, who... Who was that?

This notion.

Dreadful experience, Your Majesty.

Dreadful. I trust my hand steady today.

It's not. I'm not surprised.

Oh, what a monster. He was seven foot
tall, Your Majesty.

Arms like a forest oak. Fists like a
sledge. He brought it down old.

Such a ruffian. The moment I regained
consciousness, I reported the incident

the guards. Most mysterious. They hadn't
noticed anything unusual.

Most mysterious. I have no doubt your
majesty was some vengeful, small -minded

person, jealous of the complete
confidence you place in me. I have my

sire. But what a dastardly fellow.

You sent for me, sire?

Excellent, Derwood. Wait for me.

Sire, sire, he's the one. I find I'm
developing considerable affection for

of daring resolve, acuteness and
imagination, qualities I seldom find

Get on with the shaving.

Can it be Burgundy himself?

Isn't it frightening?

Isn't it exciting?

I leave you, Lady of the Bell.

The Count of Crevel, Ambassador
Extraordinary of His Highness, Duke of

stands in the courtyard and demands
audience of Your Majesty.

Demands? The Burgundian demands?

Dunois, find my Prover Marshal. Order
him to mount a guard of honour in the

courtyard immediately.

Have we pride, Your Majesty?

I can't answer for you, Dunois. Speaking
for myself, I have none.

Derwood, there is an apartment to which
my barber will now take you.

In the apartment is a lady. Her identity
need not concern you.

She is not to leave the apartment until
I personally bring you word. Keep her

away from the windows where she may be
seen.

And before anybody except myself enters
the apartment, you will be kind enough

to die.

She is very beautiful. Remember that you
are a man of honor.

Your Majesty.

What is this?

Quentin Derwood, your ladyship, at your
service.

May I suggest that you found the wrong
door again?

His Majesty's instructions.

And may I also suggest I'm capable of
screaming?

His Majesty forbids it.

A thousand pardons, your ladyship.

You are not to leave nor reveal your
presence until, I presume, the

have gone.

Until the king himself releases us.

I have observed a Creville.

He wears full armor and other insolence.

We are prepared to receive the envoy
from our cousin.

A calculated insult.

credentials, Your Majesty, from my lord,
Duke of Burgundy.

We do not need your credentials, Philip
de Creville.

We pray that your errand is more
peaceful in your dress.

That will be seen.

My sovereign lord makes certain demands.

First, that you cease your secret and
underhand dealings with revolutionary

movements in the Burgundian towns of
Ghent and Liège.

I know of no such dealings.

Second,

That you return immediately to her
sovereign liege, Isabel, Countess of

Isabel? I've heard of her.

Beautiful woman.

You are sheltering her in this castle at
this moment? That is a lie.

You lie!

You slave!

Your evidence.

A witness?

Zamet, the gypsy.

Where is he? Let him testify.

You know that he cannot testify.

He is dead.

hanged by your police.

Whose word, then, is France to take?

That of a king or a dead gypsy?

I cannot speak for all of France, but
Burgundy will choose the gypsy.

De Creville, you address your king.

Not I.

Harken!

Harken!

Louis of Valois, king of France.

I, Philippe de Creville, in the name of
my lord and prince, Charles, Duke of

Burgundy, give you openly to know that
he, my lord, renounces all allegiance to

your throne and to your dignity,
proclaims you false, and defies you as a

and as a man.

There lies my gauge.

Let it lie.

The years are few, Dunois.

since your father fought beside the
gallant maid of Orleans, Jeanne d 'Arc,

saw her taken by Burgundy, by your
lord's father, and sold, sold to the

throne. France will never doubt your
loyalty to France.

The years are even fewer, de Creville,
since my father drove the English from

the body of France, and we stood at last
a free whole nation.

Would to God that I might take that
silly glove and throw it in your angry,

pompous face!

But I will not.

You elect for war a bloody, senseless
war that divides and wastes and

France and brings the English flooding
back upon us. I elect for peace, and I

will lie and cheat and steal, accept
insult and dishonor, but by all the

I shall prevail.

I shall not see France dismembered.

De Creville, pick up your gauge.

bloodless monarch.

Let it lie there forever, a small
monument to cowards.

De Creville!

Lord Cardinal, it is your holy duty to
make peace among princes.

Pick up the gauge.

De Creville, if in 30 days' time your
lord's belligerence is not a memory...

Then I will come to Perron, to his
court, myself, alone, to negotiate our

difference. Majesty, I beg of you.

You will come alone?

Alone, with a small guard of honor.

Have you?

I should have some way out. Nate, I tell
you, try to escape me.

That'll be five ducats.

Did we say five?

Five ducats.

Of course, I never carry my purse on
duty. I shall have to owe it to you.

Quentin Darewood, we'll...

It cannot be an English name. Not in
Louis' court.

I'm a Scotsman.

There goes my five ducats.

You have me.

I suddenly see before me my favorite
uncle.

Good. Tell me about your favorite uncle.

Well, tell me. Does he owe you five
ducats?

He is a paragon of madliness, of valor,
of virtue, of generosity.

Oh, really?

Quentin, dare would you are a strange
one.

I apologize.

Oh, no. I like you.

I've been leading a most lonely life,
Quentin.

The kind of life no woman should lead.

It's a measure of my loneliness, I
suppose, that I'm grateful for this

disturbance downstairs.

It has imprisoned me for the afternoon
with a Scotsman given to fits and

ups and downs, bursts of exuberance and
sinking spells, who possesses a favorite

uncle of the most lamentable
description.

Who owes me money. Who, in short, I find
utterly intriguing.

Now you're making fun of me. No.

There you go, and I've done it again.

Well, then it's your turn.

Say what you think of me.

Do I should be brave about it?

You're probably the most beautiful and
extraordinary woman I've ever met.

Something's going on below.

It's simple suicide, Your Majesty.

I'm an admirer of courage, but this is
midsummer madness.

If you go to Burgundy alone, he'll
kidnap you, imprison you, hold you

and France will be at his mercy.

Thank you, Dunois.

Consult your barber.

Is there anyone else whose advice you
trust?

I don't know about his advice, but if
there lives a man a king must trust,

the one who holds a knife daily at his
throat.

Is it about your promise, Your Majesty?

Oh, it was a magnificent promise. I was
listening in the gallery. Such rashness.

And from you too, sir.

I all but died from shock.

I haven't the smallest intention of
going to Perron, either alone or

But it was such a public promise, Your
Majesty.

When in all history did mankind invent a
more uncomfortable headgear?

I said if in 30 days Burgundy was still
belligerent, he will not be.

We're going to commit a private
dishonor, Master Oliver, not a public

am relieved, Your Majesty.

What is our liaison with William de la
Marque? De la Marque? Why, the gypsies.

If Delamarque had lands, a subject
people, and a stronghold on Burgundy's

we should hear far less of our cousin's
belligerence. Has he hope for such

lands? He's an outlaw, lives in the
woods.

He has more than hope.

Send for Haradid. Let him come here at
midnight for instructions.

He will need an excellent horse.

We're about to embark on a foul venture,
Master Oliver.

Foul and necessary.

Fit only for gypsies and kings.

What are you, Derwood?

Why are you so far from Scotland, in
France, in Louis' court?

It's too long a story. Please tell me.

I want to know.

You haven't explained to me who you are
or why you're here.

Oh, that's a lady's privilege.

Please.

Well, I have been described as a
slightly obsolete figure.

I was raised for the knighthood. I was
trained to the lance and the bow and the

sword.

I was taught to be proud, to praise God,
to defend the weak, to respect

womanhood, to be loyal to my family, and
to be true to my word above all things.

There's no need for candles now, is
there?

As to what I am, Countess Isabel, that's
about all.

I was born perhaps a few minutes too
late.

As to why I'm here... How did you know
my name?

His Majesty.

Thank you, Delwood, Your Majesty.

Your Ladyship.

Oh, you must come back.

Don't forget you owe me money.

It is so long since I've seen a man less
than a thousand years old. I've grown

susceptible.

Why did you tell him who I am?

I didn't. Won't you sit down?

He need not have learnt it from me.

Your presence here can hardly be
regarded as a state secret.

Let us say quickly, my lady, you will
have to leave. Oh, no.

Not for the moment, but in a very few
days. I have denied your presence here

the most enormous risk.

I have lied to Burgundy's envoy under
the most public circumstance.

Is the King of France incapable of
defending me?

Yes, without war. Would you have me go
to war to save you from an unsympathetic

marriage?

No, of course I would not have you go to
war for me.

If it was in France's interest, I would
fight for you.

Oh, I would return you instantly to
Burgundy if that was right for France,

it is not.

Your strategic lands, your stronghold at
McCroy, you may not enjoy the role,

Countess, but the man who captures your
affections holds the balance of power in

France. I'm not surrendering that prize
for my cousin's disposal.

You're being honest, Your Majesty, and I
thank you. But you cannot stay here.

I shall go to the Bishop of Liège.

Liège? It's a Burgundian town. The
bishop is of Burgundy's family.

He's my godfather.

He's a saintly man and he has the power
of the church.

I spent many weeks there as a small girl
in his castle.

He loves me and I don't think he'll
forbid me sanctuary.

If that is your choice, the age, that's
beyond Perron.

I shall arrange a route for you to the
south which avoids Perron. Let us say

through the forest of the Ardennes.

I shall do everything I can for you.

Thank you.

I will furnish you with a bodyguard, but
it cannot be large. That would attract

attention.

Well, then that is settled.

It's a long and perilous journey.

I grow accustomed to peril.

Whatever the outcome, my dear, forgive
me.

France. I understand.

The gypsy, sir. Shall I bring him in? I
can have nothing whatever to do with

this. You will instruct the gypsy.

That is for Della Mark.

Oh, dear me.

That's for the gypsy.

Do you so trust him, sir? If he's paid
sufficiently.

He is to find Della Mark.

Tell him that on certain dates the
Countess Isabella Markcroy will be

with a very small guard.

That is her route and the places she
will lodge on the way.

She's his for the taking.

Oh, the poor lady. Yes.

Let him tell Delamarque that I shall
make every official protest against this

most shocking outrage.

He will understand my position and
disregard my protest. Yes, sir.

Let him warn Delamarque that the guard I
assigned to the lady has instructions

to defend her to the death.

There must be no evidence that I or my
men have failed in their duty.

It's a small party.

It won't give him any trouble.

This is shrewd, Your Majesty.

Instructor adding that I will hold back
the Countess's departure until he has

had time to find Delamarque.

He will then return to the point marked
on the route, meet the party, and act as

its guide for the remainder of the
journey. You think of everything, Your

Majesty? Instruct him.

Who's to act as her guard, sir?

He must be incorruptible. That's a
problem in this court. He must die.

few so brave.

I assure you I have thought of
everything.

Oh, I hope it's not I.

Not this time.

I'm sending the man she loves.

Eternal skeptic. Now are you satisfied?

Well and good, sir.

Does he love her?

I don't know.

He will by the time they reach the
Ardennes. Oh, your majesty, you really

genius.

You will not depart from the assigned
route.

You may trust the proprietors of the
various lodgings.

A man will meet you and act as your
guide beyond the river Seine.

I have done everything in my power for
the safety of your passenger. I'm sure

you have, your majesty. You will do
everything in yours.

You were right, Durwood.

A king can use anyone, even a man of
honor.

Who else could I trust to die in the
performance of duty?

I shall, sire, if necessary.

Who is the passenger?

Your ladyship.

You should have fair weather. The rain
has stopped.

This is your escort.

Truly the best I have.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Well, good luck, Derwood. Thank you,
Sire. And goodbye.

Away!

It's been a lovely day for me, Sir
Cavalier.

Like in the old days, when ladies had
champions.

To ride and to know that you ride so
close behind me.

To know that I'm protected for once by
something more than my own

You wouldn't be aware, but this is not
the first time I've traveled behind your

coach. Well, how so? I don't understand.
Under what circumstances?

In a dream.

How nicely put. Thank you, Your
Ladyship. How hungry you were.

Derwood.

Are you acquainted with Lord Crawford?

Sorry, who?

Well, since you're both Scotsmen, I
thought Lord Crawford.

Oh, well, I have met him. What's he
like?

Oh, a paragon of virtue, generosity,
sensibility, the noblest of men.

And approximately the oldest.

Oh, you clannish Scots, how you band
together.

This may come as a surprise to you, but
if it were not for this fellow

countryman of yours...

You and I would not be scrambling over
the face of France together.

Interesting. My lord, the Duke of
Burgundy tried to force me to marry him.

Am I absurd to believe that my heart and
my soul are my own?

To be disposed of as I choose?

And just because I'm a woman, am I just
so much property of such and such a

value?

Is it foolish?

Why, it's... Oh, I know it.

It's all too intimate.

One decides such things in one's own
heart.

Well, I chose, and I fled.

And still I flee.

Sometimes I awake at night and wonder
how great a fool am I.

Should I surrender, return to Peron,
deny my soul, accept my fate, and give

myself to this creaking antiquity?

More wine?

I cannot in honor speak against a
Scotsman.

He's not that bad. He's not bad at all.

Not young, it's true, a bit thin, but
full of wisdom, of experience. He'd make

an excellent husband.

Delwood, are you by the least chance in
Burgundy's employ?

No, by all the saints. How did you know
my name that afternoon?

His Majesty... Did not tell you, I
inquired.

What are you doing in France?

You've never told me.

And I cannot tell you now.

I have perhaps sworn too many oaths in
my time. My life grows complicated.

The last I swore was to Louis that I
would deliver you safely to Liège.

This I shall do.

They've given me the next room.

Any disturbance during the night, cry
out. I'll hear you.

Good night, George.

I'm all right. What happened?

I don't know yet.

Do it.

Do it.

Hey, Radden.

My spying friend, are you the guide?

Sir Crazy Man, are you the escort?

Why not? I make an excellent escort. Oh,
I am certain. It is just you are so

brave. The sight of you frightens me.

Oh, I did not know it would be you. I
didn't know it would be you, and I'm

delighted. You bring me good luck.

Right now, I need it.

Oh.

Oh.

It'll take two hours for a temporary
repair.

A couple of hours.

We'll be late getting to our lodging.

Go elsewhere.

The inn. A dreadful place. I have been
there.

I know a camp. My people. A brother. You
will be welcome.

Music. Dancing.

The lady.

Sir, I am beholden to you. I advise you.
The inn. A frightful place.

Bad food.

Unclean. Beds like fortresses. I've had
such definite instructions from his

majesty.

Your ladyship.

Isabel. Don't touch me. I don't trust
you.

I love you.

It's useless to love you.

I cannot explain.

If I explained, you'd trust me even less
and run away more.

But this is insane. How far can you go
without me?

You need me until you're safe at Liege.

Then, if you insist, I'll explain.

Quentin.

Room is prepared, madame.

First room on the floor above, madame.

We'll have to get a blacksmith.

Can you find a blacksmith?

Let us not stay here. My brother's camp
is not too far away. The coach can't

move. They'll have to work all night.
Can you find a blacksmith and several

strong men?

Easily. Too easily.

Sir, leave the lady here. You and I, we
will left.

Why do you have to be so honorable?

Why do you have to be so dishonorable?

Because I am a gypsy.

It is expected of me. Find the
blacksmith.

I beg you, I beg you. I would go down on
my knees, but it is too conspicuous.

Spare him.

My orders are different.

I brought the orders myself from His
Majesty.

Take the lady, spare the escort. Signed,
Louis. That's what it said.

Take the gypsy.

That's what it said.

Take the...

I thought you were that porter.

If there's noise during the night,
they're repairing the coach. I hope you

aren't disturbed.

I'm frightened.

That porter and the man downstairs, the
landlord.

Where will you be?

The inn is full. They put me above the
stables.

No.

Quentin.

Stay here.

The inn was the king's own choice. There
should be no trouble.

Good night.

What is honor?

You get out of here.

Oh, dear sir, I need advice.

I need sleep.

But what is honor? What is dishonor?

Oh, it is very difficult.

Now, now, let us say, I, Herod in the
gypsy, I want to be honorable.

But what shall I be honorable to?

You drink too much.

I drink for the first time in my life.

I have good reason.

Please, sir, I have such decisions to
make.

You have honor to be honorable to, but
what shall a gypsy be honorable to? I

have no honor.

Money.

You're disgraceful. When Burgundy pays
me money, I am honorable to Burgundy.

When Louis pays me money, I am honorable
to Louis.

Oh, this is dreadful. It's worse than
dreadful. It's such talk as I've never

heard. The most heathenish, lying,
cheating, disreputable. Sir, I am a

am a heathen. I am disreputable. Will
you leave me to sleep? Oh, I have it. I

have it.

I shall return the money.

Sir, they are about to murder you.

Oh, I feel much better.

Well, help him.

Impossible.

I am a coward.

What do you expect of the son of a
hostie?

Hostie.

Get up. Get after them. Get on your
horses.

Get on your horses. Get them.

Fine. Get your horses.

After them.

You'll never get away, you fool.

You'll never get away.

But I am working for Delamarque. Dear
brother, what is the difference?

A very great difference.

Take them to Arcaden. Jacob, he's
working for Bergen. Oh, no.

No.

Ever I hated you or mistrusted you.

Ever I was such a fool.

Delamarque, the beast will be upon us.

Strange are the ways of kings, yes.

Now, Louis, he sends gold to Delamarque.
Much gold, I know. I carry it myself.

Such a weight.

Now, what is the purpose?

To persuade the beast to take you on
your way to Liège and possess your

Now, your ladyship, is this reasonable?

For such a prize, the beast should send
Louis the gold. But no, it is Louis who

sends the money.

Louis gave me to Delamont. Oh, yes.

And now I must lie.

Proclaim that I've never even been to
Louis' court.

And protect his innocence.

Or see France plunged into war.

Oh, hey, ratten, I could die.

Oh, no, your ladyship, no, no.

Help him.

I am Isabel of Mark Roy.

Child, my child.

Your Grace, she has been given sanctuary
by the Bishop of Liège.

She denies that she ever was a tour.

Demand her release.

It has been refused.

What if Louis keeps his promise and
comes to Perron?

He's a liar and a coward.

He won't. But if he does...

You've lost your excuse for war.

I will find another.

Your Majesty.

Your Grace.

A most delectable morsel of gossip has
come to my attention.

I have spent this hour with a brother of
most holy manners who did recently

leave Liège to embark on a pilgrimage to
Spain.

He mentioned entirely in passing a
certain lady recently arrived in Liège.

I pause to refresh Your Majesty's
recollection.

The Burgundian envoy on a recent visit
did charge... My recollection was never

fresher.

Ah, well, then Your Majesty will be
interested to know, yea, happy to know,

the lady in question denies irrefutably
the Burgundian charges.

Very interesting.

I will retire.

I've developed the most remarkable
headache.

Miserable headgear.

Dreadful, dreadful news, sir. The lady.

I heard. What happened to the Scotsman?
He's at the age he was shot in the back.

Fatally, I hope. No. But all through the
Ardennes, they're still burying

Delamarques dead.

Once, once, once in my life, Master
Oliver, I trusted an honest man.

He must have been very much in love with
her, sire.

Oh, my head.

But what will you do, sire, about
Burgundy? You promised to go to Perron.

In the last resort, Master Oliver, when
all is lost, when there is nowhere to

turn, nothing else to do, nothing, why
then a king keeps his

promise.

Go to Metz.

Take Louie's gold and buy cannon.

I'm homesick for Mark Roy.

The garden will be blooming.

Are you homesick for Scotland?

I am homesick for something.

Oh, Cavalier.

Your silence is so sad.

Even the roses are weeping.

I love you.

I say it to the sky and the breeze.

The roses.

And I say it aloud.

For when has a woman ever cared more?

Or a man ever cared less?

You promised you'd tell me when we came
to Liège.

I haven't had the courage.

Very well, I shall wait until you find
it. I shall wait, dogging your footsteps

like an unembarrassed town, until you
speak or I'm an old, old woman.

I'm leaving tonight.

Leaving? I'm well again.

But you're not.

As well as I need be.

Quentin, you can't leave me.

Be safe, Hayrat, and we'll stay with
you.

Where have you to go?

Not to Tura, not to Louis.

To Perron.

You are a Burgundian spy.

Fell in love with the one he pursued.

Oh, what drama.

What irony.

Not at all.

It's simply that I'm a nephew of Lord
Crawford.

That's why I came to France, to meet
you, to plead his cause.

Oh, Quentin.

Quentin, this cannot be all.

That's all.

He's a vain man, dry as an old loaf,
thin as a board, sharp as a sword.

harder than a Scottish flint.

I love him. Your favorite uncle.

Yes, I'm in his debt.

It's a lifelong debt of gratitude, of
affection, of all I am.

Even so, Quentin, you love me.

Shall I in all honor so repay him?

Am I absurd?

Yes, I see myself in all absurdity these
days.

Man of the sword and the word, devoted
to some antique principle of right and

decency.

Brought to earth at last by lead and
gunpowder in a king's dishonor.

Forgive me, Isabel. I have no choice. I
cannot be else than what I am.

And I shall go on and on in all
absurdity until I meet, I suppose, some

ridiculous and unremarkable grave.

Oh, shall I ever see you again?

You needn't go any farther with me.

Just into the town, dear sir, to do a
little spying. It's not good a man gets

out of practice.

Sir Crazy Man, come, a little drink.

It is the second time in my life I am
needing a drink, dear sir. I will pay.

Have you sent Louis' money back to him?

Well, I'm still thinking about it.

Now, I must get on here, Redden.

Oh, I'm so unhappy.

How can you leave?

I am a spy.

I know things.

She loves you.

Yes. I know more. I know everything.

You love her.

Yes.

How can you leave, sir crazy man?

Goodbye, Redden.

Take care of her.

Get him!

Get your horses!

I want to see you.

Give me a priest.

Give me the bishop.

I want to marry her.

I want to marry her.

Marry us.

Now.

Why, you old fool. I am Count William de
la Marque. It's the Countess of

Marquois.

Get out of it.

Beast of the Ardennes.

You swine of the forest.

You defile the house of God. You shall
not defile his laws.

Go back to the forest, base animal.

With my curse upon your head.

Give

me

another priest.

Stan Spacek.

Hail Count William de la Marque.

Envoy from his friend and gracious
majesty, Louis of France.

I bring you his greetings, his
congratulations, his recognition of your

conquest. and his blessing on this
marriage.

His Majesty insists, however, that all
proper forms be obeyed.

As the lady spent her hour in meditation
and confession, as mass being said, I

have secured a priest. He waits.

It will be my honor in the name of His
Majesty to give the bride away.

There's a secret staircase in the wall
and a secret panel.

I remember it so clearly.

When I was a little girl, I... Oh, I
cannot remember which room.

Quentin!

Is there any other way up? There's a
bell tower.

Can't get down this way. The stairs are
burning.

It's the room! It's the room!

I remember, right next to the bells, my
godfather used to bring me here.

Where's the panel in the wall?

But do you suppose on this particular
evening it's time to go around ringing

bells?

I have arrested you, Louis, in the name
of France.

I am your king, cousin. This is treason.

Let these noble lords judge me as they
judge you.

Who is the traitor?

I, who have had to arrest my king, or
you, who have committed a crime so foul,

so unspeakable? I have committed no
crime. I came here alone, unarmed,

guard, to settle our differences in
peace and understanding. Yes, and I

demonstrate before God and France.

that while I sat with you at this
peaceful table, that you, at the same

that you, Louis, arranged the murder of
the Bishop of Liège.

You're under arrest.

I'm still in the service, I believe, of
His Majesty, the King of France.

His Majesty is under arrest.

Keep her under guard.

Stay.

There will be no communication.

Derwin. He is my prisoner.

He is a Scottish subject. I insist.

I will give you one minute.

Escape. I can do nothing for you but get
out of France. Leave her prisoner?

I am helpless.

Burgundy is in the saddle.

Scotland has lost all standing.

Crawford is dead. There will be no
alliance.

Crawford?

Your uncle is dead.

Suddenly.

Such tidings.

I'm sorry.

Save yourself.

Was it or was it not your gold that paid
for Delamarche's cannon?

I know nothing whatever about it.

Was it or was it not your envoy?

who came to Liège in the midst of this
foul night's horror and proclaimed your

recognition of de Lamarck's victory. I
sent no envoy.

You lie.

Would you condemn me without proof,
without witness?

Here is your witness.

Good father, where do you come from?

From Liège.

Were you there at the time of de
Lamarck's assault upon the castle?

It was there I was wounded.

Can you tell us, was it his majesty's
gold that paid for Delamarche's cannon?

It is so said.

I deny it. This is rumor.

Good father, did you yourself witness
the arrival of his majesty's envoy?

With my own eyes.

I sent no envoy.

At what moment did the envoy arrive?

The bishop lay dead on the floor. And
what were the envoy's words?

He brought his majesty's greetings, his
congratulations, and his recognition of

de la Marque's conquest.

I sent no envoy, no greetings, no
congratulations.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

There is the envoy.

Before God, I identify him. It is the
man.

Durwood, tell them who you are.

Quentin Durwood, in your majesty's
service.

He is the man. I saw him with my own
eyes.

Durwood, I beg you, deny it. Deny that I
sent you to liaise in my name.

At your command.

Liar. You went to liaise at the time of
the murder in his service.

I did. Proclaimed yourself his majesty's
envoy to William de la Marque. I did.

Congratulated him, recognized his
conquest.

I did.

Durwood, how could you do this to me?

To destroy de la Marque in your name.

Oh, let there be no more lies.

Honest Scotsman, most loyal in all my
service.

Until this moment, I now resign.

Remove the garbage.

And now, my dear cousin, let us within
the hour resume our negotiations.

for a free, united and imperishable
France.

It's the talk of the castle, Your
Majesty, that he'll give her ladyship to

Creville. To whom? De Creville, Your
Majesty.

It's such a shame the wild Scotsman's
not going to have such love, Your

such carnage. You're an idiot.

That's true, Your Majesty, but consider,
Mark Roy will now belong to Burgundy's

first and most belligerent lieutenant.

Think, Your Majesty.

Think!

What do you imagine I'm doing?

Get on with the shaving.

Now then, concerning the Countess of
Mark Roy.

Ah, yes, yes, the Countess.

She will marry de Craville.

De Craville?

Impossible. I have other plans for her,
my dear cousin. She will marry Dunois.

Dunois. Dunois.

But Dunois is your chief lieutenant.

The Craville is yours.

I would no more tolerate Dunois. The cry
shall not be your exclusive postures.

It shall not be yours.

I say she will marry Dunois.

I say she will marry the Craville.

I've been trying to see you.

They confer, and I await my fate.

My love.

My uncle is gone. He's dead.

I know.

You know?

I'm a free man.

They're giving me to... to Craviel.

You call this negotiating our
differences? Giving Mark Roy to Dunois?

Oh, I tell you, this is war.

Cousin, we are back where we started.

Then let us admit it and take up arms.

Wait. I have a revolutionary proposal.

A shocking proposal.

Let us stand aside, both of us. Let us
allow the lady to marry whom she

Marry whom she pleases?

I'm too astonished to speak.

It's rather an immoral notion.

You're up to something.

No, I suggest, purely in the spirit of
compromise, that is all, the lady is

allowed to choose her own husband.

With one exception, Dunois. With two
exceptions.

De Cravio.

Agreed.

Admit the Countess of Marquardt. If this
is one of your outrageous tricks...

Your Majesty,

Your Grace.

Who do you want to marry?

Why do you ask when it does not concern
you?

Quentin Derwood. No, no, no. Impossible,
Countess. You cannot do this to me. Do

what, Hill? Quentin Derwood.

Preposterous. No, no. But you agreed.

Now, why not? It's ridiculous. He's
poor.

He's a foreigner.

He's honest.

I don't trust him. No, no. I demand
there must be three exceptions.

You are ridiculous.

Cousin, must I tell you?

He abominates me. I confess he's a man
whom I betrayed once, very slightly.

No, no, I cannot consent.

By all the saints, you will consent.

Caught in your own trap. You will stand
by our agreement.

I'm lost.

Very well, I agree.

Take your man quickly and be gone.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Let's get on with the negotiation.

What happened?