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Now, a work by Giacomo Savelli.

This painting commemorates the

end of the siege of the fortress of Allenberg.

In the centre,

the opposing commanders discuss the outcome.

On the left, the Marshal d'Allenberg, on the right, the Prince de Beaulieu.

There, Princess Hélène d'Allenberg

takes the hand of Count Frederick de Beaulieu.

The picture has some peculiarities

that have puzzled historians.

For instance, one might ask

why does the standard-bearer smile while watching the scene,

why is the junior officer engaged in malicious gossip,

and why do these characters wear theatrical masks?

Smiles, intrigue, theatre.

This is how the miseries of war are represented

during the 'Fêtes Galantes' period.

Thief! Thief!

Thieves! Thieves! Stop!

Get up! Molesting a girl is unworthy of a soldier.

What's it to you?

It's just a laugh...

Don't trifle with a lady's honour.

Thank you, sir.

'Sir!'

It's 'Sir!' now is it?

These aren't a peasant's hands.

And this ring will be make beautiful souvenir.

Thank you.

You deserve a kiss.

- I'll have you hanged. - You?

- You don't know who I am. - You're a pretty girl.

Too bad, the enemy's coming.

Don't let me fall into their hands.

I must go. Say goodbye.

- Kiss me. - Never!

You'll get hurt.

- What a fuss over a kiss. - Scum!

Come on, there's nothing to it.

Never. Thief.

You can do better than that.

What's it to be?.

Fear not, I'll hold them off.

I won't forget you.

Come on, my friends, join the victors.

Shout with me: "Long live the war,

"Long live the Prince de Beaulieu"

I say "Down with cowards!"

- Who's that? - Corporal Jolicoeur.

I like you, Jolicoeur.

Come join us. You'll be well paid.

A thousand apologies, Sergeant. but you're not my type.

That's too bad, Jolicoeur.

Too bad for you, Sergeant.

What's the matter?

Stop!

- Sir, your niece ... - Don't talk to me about her.

- She escaped from the enemy. - I'm glad to hear it.

- It just happened. - Too bad for us.

- Greetings, uncle.

What is this new caprice?

A shepherdess costume?

To escape those who've beaten you.

I'm not beaten. I'm conserving my forces.

You know nothing of military affairs.

I'm just like you, uncle.

- What do you mean by that? - I am your niece, Sir.

You'll pay for your insolence. Guards!

Take the Princess.

Shut her in her apartment.

The enemy are coming, Sir.

Sound the alert. Get to your posts.

Sound the alert!

Sound the alert!

Say goodbye to your friend.

Now you can go.

Hurry, the gate's closing.

But you have to pay.

That's true. We forgot.

We'll pay you.

Right away.

Are you going to pay me?

Thieves!

You're all thieves!

Seize that man!

Arrest him! Take him! Shoot him!

There!

Shoot him!

Enemy in sight!

To the ramparts! Fire at will!

- Colonel, it's our standard. - Our standard? Cease fire!

The standard is saved!

- The standard! - Thank you, Corporal.

- The standard is saved. - Thank you.

Sir, the standard is saved.

The standard!

- Who is this man? - A civilian, about to be shot.

Colonel, we're short of men.

- I'll spare you, you clown - Thank you, Sir.

Get him a uniform.

Make a soldier of him.

By the left, left turn! Forward, march!

So began the siege of Allenberg.

To all the enemy's entreaties,

the Marshal proudly replied:

"The defenders of Allenberg will never surrender."

Weeks went by,

during which the Prince de Beaulieu set up camp

around the fortress. He hoped to starve out the garrison

if he couldn't take it by force.

The beleaguered garrison matched him blow for blow.

Inspired by the example of their leader,

the soldiers repeated:

"The defenders of Allenberg will never surrender!"

Carry on.

Rub it in, in spades.

Monsieur de Beaulieu has been taught a lesson.

This is just the start;

To let Allenberg know who he's dealing with.

- What time is it? - Noon.

Time for lunch. Cease fire.

Sir, our compliments on your brilliant defence.

That will be all for today.

Gentlemen, your attack was beautiful,

and we'll continue at your pleasure.

Meanwhile, the Prince de Beaulieu wishes you 'bon appétit'.

'Bon appétit'...

'Bon appétit!'

Beaulieu only think's of his stomach.

But we think only of victory.

Yes, Sir. We think only of victory.

- Are you hungry, sir? - No, Sir.

You're lying. We're all hungry.

But if necessary, we'll eat our horses.

Alas, the last horse...

has already been eaten.

So what is there?

Nothing, Sir. Except the pickled herrings.

There's only pickled herrings.

My God!

- What news? - Only pickled herrings left.

- Oh, we are lost. - No, ladies.

Watch my hands.

An egg! Where did you find it?

Love can work miracles.

Who's it for?

For whoever wins it.

His Highness the Prince de Beaulieu

will begin lunch.

Here's the menu:

Pâté de volaille en croûte,

turkey with Perigord truffles,

Brochet au coulis d'écrevisse,

Les Bouchées à la Duchesse,

filet de boeuf à la Polonaise,

pheasants in Perigord truffle, with sweetbreads...

à la Montespan, lobster 'du Guesclin',

Coq au Chambertin,

Quail flambe, guinea fowl stew,

foie gras with artichoke hearts

- Italian style... - Oh!

Shut up. Listen.

Don't listen!

Don't listen to their propaganda.

Who'll pay for my pig?

Don't go on about your pig.

- He was beautiful. - Sausage, ham ...

- He was a year old. - Ham, sausage ...

- I had three ducks. - Duck pate!

- A goose. - With roasted chestnuts.

- Five chickens. - Chicken stew.

I swear I can hear those chickens.

Shut up.

- Shut up, I tell you. - It's not me.

- Who then? - Well...

A CHICKEN!

Don't you hear? They're sounding the alert.

What are you waiting for?

Catch it!

Soldiers, like me you burn with the desire to fight.

Well, this will be resolved tomorrow.

Then we'll lower the drawbridge,

not to submit to a dishonourable surrender,

but to run to...

Towards the...

Victory.

To victory.

Tomorrow we will attack.

Tomorrow we will win.

Our food is scarce.

But hunger doesn't matter!

It will be a glorious feast

that your Commander invites you to tomorrow.

Forward!

I know I can count on you.

You know

you can count

on me.

About face!

Forward!

March!

Throw it.

Come here!

Little one!

To our victory.

And to you, Corporal, who have earned dinner

with your superiors.

Sorry, Sir!

Gentlemen, have you seen this? Isn't it amazing?

This is a lady's ring.

- A love token, no doubt. - A fond memory.

- Is it true, Corporal? - No. I stole it.

- From a girl? - Was she beautiful?

Reply, Corporal.

- I've not seen one more beautiful. - Really?

And if I was before her now I'd say: 'Avenge yourself'.

'Dispose of me as you will My life is yours.'

He's in love!

She stole his heart

and she lost the ring and the rest.

- There's a battle tomorrow? - So they say.

Take my advice: get yourself killed.

Otherwise?

Otherwise you'll be thrown in jail...

whipped raw...

- and hanged. - Hanged? Why?

You know very well.

If I could remove this ring ...

- It's not the ring. - What then?

Ah yes, I ... I ...

Go.

- I'm going. - Right away.

- Where are you going? - I'm obeying you.

Go ahead, Father.

Fire!

- Did you see that? - Yes, it's war.

- I don't like war. - Neither do I.

- Why do you do it? - It's my job.

- It's not mine. - Get off home then.

- This is the time to do it.

Lose that tricorn, take off your uniform,

raise your hands and go over there

- They'll understand. - Who?

- The other side. - Are you sure?

- It's usual. - Goodbye then.

Goodbye. Go on, hurry up.

- They don't understood. - I'll help.

Forward!

Your men are gone. Follow them.

After I've killed you, rascal!

Jolicoeur?

The taking of Danzig. Monsieur de Valda!

You saved my life, do you want it back?

What are you doing with our enemies? Join my regiment.

Impossible, sir.

What's stopping you? A girl?

Maybe.

Jolicoeur?

Get out of the way so I can kill him.

Easy. What's the problem?

This fool is my friend. Let him go home.

Forward! Engage the enemy!

Relax! Don't interfere Sergeant.

About turn!

About turn

March!

Good. You get off home. Jolicoeur's friends are my friends.

Don't stay here. Our guns are opening up.

Forward! Forward!

Forward!

What are you doing?

Stop, stop.

Forward! Go!

- Take me. - Where?

- I want to cross enemy lines. - I could, but...

That's what we'll get.

Forward!

Hear that?

- Who is it? - Our men returning.

- Wait, it's not time.

Our grenadiers.

- They're advancing? - They won't go far.

When they've thrown their grenades ...

...they'll be back.

What was I saying?

Let's go with them.

- Too late. Here they are. - Who?

- The enemy. - What?

It's their turn.

Saxon riflemen.

They're big boys. Well-fed men.

Shoulder arms. Move it!

- They didn't fire. - They're going.

- It's time now. - In war, you must be cautious

Clear to the right...

On your next outing, let me know.

- My name's Jolicoeur. - I know.

With a name like mine, I'm destined to serve ladies.

Come on, let's get back.

Don't worry, we'll dodge between the salvos.

Good day.

Nothing like winning an engagement to give you an appetite.

He's in a good mood. It's looking good for you.

You'll see.

- Sir... - One moment, please.

No.

Yes.

- Sir... - Wait a minute.

Yes.

Yes.

No.

Yes, Marquis?

- Here's a poor prisoner ... - Wait a minute.

Ah yes!

No. Wait ...

Yes.

What's going on?

This man is starving, Sir.

Starving, here?

He's come from Allenberg.

- He wants to go home. - He can go.

Give him a good meal and his liberty.

Thank you, sir!

Didn't you find Allenberg a good home?

Oh no!

Wasn't the food as good as mine?

Sir, there was only pickled herrings.

- Pickled herrings! - And not many of them.

Not many!

So when there are no more pickled herrings

- Allenberg will capitulate. - No doubt, Sir.

So return to your herrings.

Eat your share, and the siege will soon be over.

I've spoken! Away with him!

Officers, follow behind this man.

Shoot if he doesn't run fast enough.

Gentlemen, we've lost the battle,

but I'd rather we were buried under the rubble

than surrender this fortress,

The Princess ventured onto the battlefield?

In peasant costume, Sir.

Come with me.

Back inside.

I've given orders to throw you into prison

if you step outside your apartment.

Captain, you will guard this door.

- I will obey you, uncle. - That would surprise me.

That's not the only surprise, sir.

Where were we?

So I go over to the enemy camp,

- and I will find... - Count Frederick.

- My cousin... at the castle of... - I remember.

- On the road ... - Yes.

- And you say... - What you said.

- But to no one else. - Because the father of the Count...

His father is the Prince de Beaulieu, our enemy.

Our enemy?

Are you afraid? Well, I'll go myself.

Yes, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid I'll die before I succeed.

Goodbye, ladies.

Wait. I want to say goodbye too.

I will succeed.

- What shall I do? - Nothing.

In two days, the siege will be over.

- How? - State secret.

Stop! Turn around! En garde!

Guards! To arms!

Over here! This way!

Come on!

A traitor is escaping. There's another still here.

Look for him! Quickly!

It's him! It's him!

Stop him!

Grab the rope! Pull it up!

Help!

Help! Help!

What's going on?

Pull!

Get over here! Pull it up!"

Help! Help!

Pull, by God!

Shoot the traitor!

Alert!

Alert!

Alert! Alert!

Alert!

Alert, to arms! Get up!

- Where? - The frontlines.

- It's an alert, Sir! - I'm just coming.

Thank you, my man. I'm leaving.

My horse! Who took my horse?

Alert! Stop him!

Stop him!

Hey! Where are you going?

He stole my wheelbarrow.

About turn! Left!

Halt!

About turn!

Welcome to the Queen of the Stage!

Says the God of War.

Stop! What're you chasing?

That man's a spy.

Seize him and bring him to me.

Dead or alive!

Here's your marquee, ma'am.

I'll take a little rest.

Certainly, madame.

Before you leave, may I ask

if I have some hope of your affection?

Sir,

I came here only to please you.

My dear Marquis!

My goddess!

I came just for you

Oh! I'm done for!

Those roads, what a journey!

And on top of the boredom, there's that ape's speech!

What's your Prince thinking of?

Did you hear that nonsense?

He wants to "touch my heart." My heart...

I don't give a fig, sir.

- Madame! - Hello, Lisette.

- The Prince is still there. - To hell with him.

- May I come in, madam? - No, Sir!

I forbid it.

I'm coming anyway.

Madame!

On my knees, I beg your forgiveness.

Pray open your eyes.

I failed to present this modest gift.

A woman's room is not a fortress

to be breached by force.

But this time, I forgive you.

Madam, I appreciate your kindness

and let me place this trifle upon your wrist.

I agree, Sir,

if you promise to leave immediately.

You have my assurance, Madame.

This is the spy, Sir.

Hang him!

My lord, I'm just a poor farmer who wants to go home.

You're a spy from Allenberg.

I don't want to be hanged!

He will not ...

He will not!

Sir, grant this man mercy!

- Rise, Madam. - No.

- I beseech you. - No.

I beg you.

Oh, Sir ... Ah, madame!

-- If you want to please me. - How can I refuse you?

- I'll spare you. - Thank you, sir!

Better still, you'll join my army.

We'll make a soldier of you.

I'll make him a soldier.

Halt!

Forward, march!

One, two! One, two!

Halt! Who goes there?

- I seek Count Frederick. - He won't see anyone.

Any one except me!

Sound the alarm!

I must see Count Frederick!

Count Frederick!

Where is Count Frederick?

Count Frederick!

Frederick!

Hey, you there! Stop!

Stop!

- Where are you going? - To Jerusalem.

'Farewell, sweet coastline'

'Farewell, my country'

'I leave you a pledge'

'My hopes betrayed'

'Farewell, my Hélène'

'I'm travelling far from thee'

'I nurse my pain'

'You keep my faith'

'I nurse my pain...'

- How did you get in, rascal? - I want to see the Count.

- He won't see anybody. - He'll see me.

Sir,

a man here claims you'll see him.

I don't want to see anybody.

- What shall I do? - Throw him overboard.

Throw him overboard.

I was sent by Princess Hélène!

Princess Hélène?

Can you prove it?

- I wear her ring on my finger. - Shows me.

Is my dear Princess' ring?

Come closer.

I recognise it. Give it to me.

Count Frederick's in the water! Quick, a net!

Net!

Hold on, Sir.

Hold on!

Sir, what have you decided?

I'm leaving for Jerusalem.

No. You'll come with me.

I'll seek sanctuary in a monastery

- The Princess awaits you. - What can I do for her?

She'll tell you. Come ashore.

Fetch horses.

On what sort of venture have I embarked?

Leaving for Jerusalem was a greater folly.

- If the Princess doesn't like me... - Like you?

- Indeed. - That's all we need.

Who doesn't love her?

In the centre of the fortress, look for a terrace.

A woman scans the horizon.

- But it's not the Princess. - Wait.

She awaits our arrival.

She's seen us!

She's waving.

That's her. She's looking at me.

Oh, my dearest Princess!

If we were married, this war would not have happened.

Here I am. What do you want of me?

- She can't hear you. - That's true.

- Why can't I go to her? - You will soon.

Tonight, we'll go into the fortress.

I see a ladder. But when?

Wait. They'll tell us.

Five and five, ten,

and two, twelve. At midnight!

That's it.

My friend, I'm in your debt!

- Take this purse. - No, Sir.

- Please, Jolicoeur. - Please don't insist.

- I'm at your service. - Let me embrace you.

- If you insist. - Hey, you there!

Come down here!

Attention!

A theatrical treat tomorrow!

Mme. Desbois and her troupe

present "The Amorous Sultan"

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Keep time, Sir.

One, two, three. Take my hand.

Salute the audience, Sir.

Bravo, Sir. Very stylish!

Who wouldn't be a good student with such a teacher?

There's no time to waste. We must be ready for tomorrow.

- What should I do? - The Sultan sits.

You sit there.

I told you not to disturb me!

We've apprehended two spies

Hang them!

- One claims to be your son. - An impostor.

My son sailed to Jerusalem.

No, Sir. Your son is right here.

Yes, it's me.

Ah, it's you?

The Count came to share your dangers.

Playing the guitar, perhaps, or the flute.

The boy's only fit for music.

This is wonderful for us.

Our orchestra is very poor.

- Can he play the harpsichord? - Of course.

What a great idea!

You want to help?

You can help right now.

- Father... - To the harpsichord, sir.

And don't move without my permission.

- As for you... - I'm not a musician.

- Well, go to the devil. - With pleasure.

Sit down, sir!

One more step and it's jail for you.

Now, to work.

Ladies, it's past midnight.

Midnight? Oh, surely not?

- It's such a beautiful night. - We're going.

G'night, go quickly.

I haven't seen you.

Alert! Alert!

Who is it?

Colonel Manheim. Urgent message.

A spy has entered the fortress.

- Where is he? - We're looking for him.

Find him, torture him, hang him!

He's here.

- Is the Count here? - I left him with his father.

Come here.

- Could you leave at once? - I'm at your service.

Then return to the Count

and give him this dagger.

Wait.

Listen to me.

Give him the dagger so that can kills his father.

- What? - So that he kills his father.

- Kill his father? Why? - No questions.

But what if he asks me why?

I want this war to end.

If the father dies, his son replaces him.

He raises the siege, and we're saved.

And we're saved! Of course.

- But ... - What?

What if the Count refuses?

When he loves me, he'll obey.

Without question.

Of course, if he saw those eyes right now...

But stabbing his father ...

If not the dagger, then something else.

- What about poison? - Poison, perhaps...

But a very strong poison. Where can we get some?

Where is there any?

- A garotte then! - A garotte.

Strangle him.

- But he'll scream. - Yes, he'll scream.

Then gag him until he chokes.

No.

The Count would never have the courage.

- If I take his place... - You'd kill the prince?

The prince, all his staff, officers,

and I would say: "Victory is yours, Princess".

"I am your prisoner."

And I'd answer:

"Count Frederick, I admire your courage."

"I'm all yours."

Have you forgotten that I am the Princess of Allenberg?

I remember now.

You're a rogue soldier.

Sometimes a 'rogue' is what is required.

I don't need you Get out, or I'll call the guard.

- But I'm your accomplice. - You'd betray me?

A 'rogue' is capable of anything.

- Madame, the door! - Don't open it.

Open up! The Marshal's orders!

Wait a minute!

The Marshal's orders! Let us in.

Come in.

Princess, we have orders to search.

No one here, sir.

Down there! He's escaping.

Stop him!

Some uniform for a soldier. And a lovely weapon.

- What's your purpose here? - You won't believe me.

Speak!

To kill the Prince de Beaulieu.

He mocks us.

"Kill the prince"?

- And the money... - Who gave it to you?

You won't believe me.

Speak!

The son of the Prince de Beaulieu.

You lie!

You've been paid to kill me!

That's a good one.

Off with his hands and then hang him!

Alert!

After him!

Catch him!

Lower the drawbridge!

Prepare to leave! Quickly.

Alert!

The enemy are making a sortie. They're attacking.

Get ready.

Open fire!

Give up! So, Jolicoeur!

Right in my sights. I'm going to kill you,

Jolicoeur, why don't you beg for your life.

On your knees!

I'm counting.

One, two ...

Jolicoeur!

Thomas!

Jolicoeur!

Thomas!

It's too noisy.

No combat was scheduled today.

Well, stop it.

Azor is afraid, Madame. Oh, Azor is afraid!

I'll give orders. The noise will stop.

His Highness, the Prince de Beaulieu

is surprised by this unexpected attack,

and contrary to normal procedure.

Excuse us, Gentlemen.

We are pursuing a rogue we want to hang

who's taken refuge in your camp.

Why didn't you say, Gentlemen.

We'll find the rascal.

One named Jolicoeur.

You can hang this Jolicoeur at your leisure, Gentlemen.

Madam, your orders have been obeyed.

This is too much!

Madame!

Wanted: a deserter from the Allenberg garrison.

A Corporal named Jolicoeur.

- Again? - Jolicoeur.

Jolicoeur? We know him!

Do you remember?

A reward for the finder.

- How much? - 50 gold florins.

- Come back, I order you! - Do you take me for a soldier?

- I'm in charge here. - One more word and I won't perform.

I'll have you arrested.

Arrest the Queen of the Theatre?

- You're a ballerina. - And you're a soldier.

I have my dignity to temper my anger.

Don't worry, I'm back.

If you love me, help me now.

Do the play for him.

Last year, a hero saved my life.

- God bless him. - Now you can save his.

Here he is.

Madam, the Prince returns.

Lisette, I want to be alone with your mistress.

I've a secret I must tell you.

I love you.

Forgive my impetuousness.

Sir, please go! Go, I beg you.

You'd treat me poorly after such a confession?

If you say any more,

my distress will stop me performing.

- You agree to perform? - Yes, Sir.

But go quickly.

I need to prepare.

My role, Madam, is to love you forever.

It's Jolicoeur!

- What's that? - It's the man we're hunting.

Arrest him!

You just signed a safe-conduct on behalf of this man.

Who dares to judge before I speak?

The word of the Prince de Beaulieu can't be challenged.

This man is free, isn't that right, Sir?

This man is free.

- And the 50 gold florins? - We were promised!

I won't deprive you of the reward.

Silence! Watch out!

Sir, I've been wounded 18 times,

but never at the hands of my own men.

He wanted to kill me.

Hang him!

That man is my friend. No one will touch him.

Well, hang the pair of them.

No! No!

Pardon him, Sir, and I'll do anything you ask.

Just a minute.

On reflection, you said "Anything" didn't you?

So be it!

Your friend will be hung

Tomorrow at noon,

unless ...

Unless?

Unless tomorrow before noon the drawbridge is lowered

and the siege is over.

Until tomorrow.

- I'm going with you. - No, I'll go alone.

Ham, chicken ...

I'll meet you when the drawbridge is lowered,

if I'm not hung.

But rest assured, who wouldn't win with these weapons?

Farewell.

Oh, I forgot.

My hat.

Who goes there?

Password

- Bon appetite. - Jolicoeur, where've you been?

Getting supplies.

Who goes there?

Who goes there?

A good friend.

Jolicoeur!

Who remembers his friends.

You'll wake the Marshal.

A great leader never sleeps.

Marshall, Sir?

What do you want?

The Prince de Beaulieu sends you a personal message,

with his compliments.

Stay calm, Sir.

- I'll have you hanged twice over. - I doubt it.

- Cut off your hands. - Is that all?

- And the nose and ears. - You overwhelm me.

Don't be rash, Sir.

It would be easier to listen.

Speak then.

What do you want?

- Please follow me. - Follow you?

Or rather walk ahead of me to the guardhouse.

The you'll give the order to lower the drawbridge.

Otherwise?

Otherwise you're dead.

It may surprise you, but you do me a great service.

This siege has lasted too long.

I didn't know how to end it.

What are you doing?

I am looking for a snuffbox. Is that alright?

- Did you hear? - It's nothing.

I yield to force and not to starvation.

My honour is preserved.

Now let's go, Go head.

- No, after you. - To hell with the niceties.

- I order you. - In that case...

This is a day of hangings.

Look what's happening on the other side.

Don't worry. It'll all be over at noon.

It'll be peaceful up there.

Where's Jolicoeur?

When I see him, I'll give your new address.

Hey, listen to me!

Listen to what you're told.

They're having a party over there. A guy's about to swing.

Oh! That's too much.

- You can see his face? - Wait a minute.

Yes, it's him! It's him!

- Who's that? - Jolicoeur! It Jolicoeur.

Did you hear? You won't be going alone.

- Are you sure? - Yes. It's him alright.

And I see the hangman. He has an axe.

An axe and a gallows.

They're spoiling that Jolicoeur.

"He will be hung after the executioner has cut off his hands."

Executioner, remove the ring on my finger.

- What? - It belongs to the Princess.

It should not be stained with blood.

- What did he say? - That it's the Princess' ring.

The Princess' ring?

- Well, what shall we do? - This.

Seize him! Slay him!

I'll kill him myself then!

- Oh, he's fainted! - Oh, he's dead!

Jolicoeur!

Jolicoeur!

Don't stay here. Come on.

We are surrounded.

So before you die, forgive me.

But I've no intention of dying.

- How can you escape? - I'm thinking.

There must be a way.

- They're breaking in. - I haven't found a way yet.

- Open the door. - Wait.

I'll protect you, or we will die together.

What did you say? Die together?

That's the idea! I've got it!

Neither powder nor bullets.

Here is the weapon that will end this war.

- Have they got him? - Not yet.

- What are they doing? - They're kicking in the door.

Go on, guards!

- Where's Jolicoeur? - Don't worry.

- You'll find him. - Up there.

Get ready.

- Sir... - What time is it?

It's midday, as you ordered.

Something's happening in the fortress.

-- They broke down the door. - Bravo!

They've stopped. They won't advance.

- They're retreating. - Why are they retreating?

Jolicoeur's appeared.

Stand back everyone! Get back or I'll shoot!

Keep back. Nobody move.

The life of the Princess is in your hands.

Don't listen.

Shoot him!

Ready your weapons!

Ready!

Shoot the traitor.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

No! Don't shoot!

The Marshall's fighting with his own soldiers.

I want to see it up close. Get my horse.

- Jolicoeur advances. - This can't be true.

- I'm telling you it is. - Death to Jolicoeur!

Shut up!

I see more. I've lost him.

Where did he go?

I think he's caught.

Ah, I see. They've let him go.

You know who's with him? A girl in white dress.

He's talking to the men around him.

They seem to agree with him.

And those up above. And those, and those, too.

On the other tower, same story.

They're all on Jolicoeur's side.

What's this? Horsemen .

Our cavalry and grenadiers.

But they'll be shot down.

No. No one's firing.

Everyone is watching the drawbridge.

The Marshal doesn't look happy.

You'd better believe it, my good man.

Now the drawbridge comes down.

Jolicoeur, Jolicoeur!

Jolicoeur's won!

Get yourself hung somewhere else.

Jolicoeur, what will become of us?

- Now we're in our enemy's hands. - Do you doubt me, Princess?

Look.

Stand back, my father's men. No one comes in here.

Dear Princess.

Dear cousin, give me your hand,

and, united, our people can live in peace.

- Your decision, Princess. - What should I do?

Follow your heart.

Go.

Stop! Stop!

Oh! Infamy!

Beaulieu, dare you take advantage of such a betrayal?

Come here and I'll kill you ...

Silence!

It is you who will come to me, Allenberg.

A fine breakfast waits. Gentlemen, let's eat!

- Never! - But, sir...

Beef Turenne, stuffed turkey from Sevigne,

Piglets Spanish style...

Gentlemen, think about it.

If we accept,

what will history say?

She'll says whatever you want, History!

Silence! Silence!

Listen everyone.

This is 'History'.

Listen everyone.

History speaks to you all.

History records that the siege of Allenberg

ended without winners or losers.

The two Commanders paid each other a thousand compliments

and were praised.

The Princess Hélène married Count Frederick,

The Marquis became an actor for the love of his actress.

Jolicoeur was appointed a Captain.

But History should add

that the Princess never forgot Jolicoeur.

He was always extremely devoted,

and she was always grateful.

And their close friendship provoked various comments

but they did not affect the Count's happiness.

Isn't someone missing in this scene?

Yes. The poor peasant who didn't understand war.

What became of him? History does not say.

History isn't interested in humble soldiers.