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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?