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Yes, sir.

He sent the king coming.

The king has decided not to come today.

He has asked me instead to take you to the castle for your little rendezvous.

What? But he promised.

Come along, girl. Into the carriage with you.

But, sir...

No, your majesty, it is an ambush!

The Serbian army attempted to assassinate King Carl of Montreal just before he was due to sign a protection treaty with Hungary.

The king, panicked by the attack, disappeared into the Montreal

The Serbian army attempted to assassinate King Carl of Montreal just before he was due to sign a protection treaty with Hungary.

The king, panicked by the attack, disappeared into the Montreal

The Serbian army attempted to assassinate King Carl of Montreal just before he was due to sign a protection treaty with Hungary.

The king, panicked by the attack, disappeared into the Montreal

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Montreal army attempted to

stop church, old decadence can be a rather fun. Besides, I've always wanted to discover the secrets of the hurry.

The Phillies doesn't play as cards, right? You might wind up stuck there for life.

A remark in typically bad taste for good God. Cover yourself up immediately.

Merely adopting local colour. Look, if I'm to get up for Sultan's plans for the Black Sea port...

Rebecca, you're supposed to be an undercover agent. Not the opposite. Take those things off at once.

Oh, alright. Not here. The passport to this coffee is cold.

Oh, I'm sorry, master. But this one will be hot.

I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry, master.

Stop it, stop it.

Now, Vali, it's supposed to serve and not find ways of making machines to do the serving.

We look highly remembered there. You are so ungrateful, fog.

Our passport to try to do is make your life more comfortable. You don't deserve him.

Oh, really? Are you thinking of ways of offering to pay his wages for it?

Is that it?

No!

What the devil is there?

It's herbs, I think. It's in your own order.

Let's get out of here. Yeah, so let's...

heading south-southward.

Zuzinghite would swift it to...

heading south-southward.

Erm, non-trivial.

Do we know anything about it?

It looks very hard.

Your papers, please.

Your papers.

What papers?

Passports, visas, licenses, permits to operate a flying vehicle in the skies above Motravia, balloon certificates, customs declarations.

We just... we just crash landed, man. We don't have any... any papers.

If you do not cooperate, I will be obliged to arrest you under Article 15 of...

I will offer you any assistance I can.

Erm, your Majesty, Saya, sir. Of course, I have not seen anything here. Nothing at all.

And I do not recognize anybody. So... so goodbye. Yes.

Goodbye.

The only one who's in the gate.

The guy who mentioned Motravia being the world's biggest lunatic asylum.

I suppose one of the nice things about seeing a small town policeman.

You know there's a small town nearby.

Supplies.

Passport to?

Stop compiling a list.

Don't forget to look for some new hair cream. That stuff you bought in Nanteb, smells like a North African brothel.

Ah, what it is to have trerept.

Mmm.

I am notoriously short-sighted.

They're all my family for generations.

They're notoriously short-sighted.

Dusitiri.

Yeah.

Dusitiri, have its self.

Sir, yes, a message.

Anyone citing the king?

To turn him to the capital unseen by human eye?

No, sir, cresnal, what are you asking?

I'm here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Nice.

Holy sire, Dusitiri, can I please?

Oh, my God.

Dusitiri.

Oh, my God.

I'm not going to do this.

What?

Oh, my God.

This is a...

This is a...

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He's probably running around, trying to find you some hair cream with the right scent.

You're a pig sometimes.

I don't think they know exactly who I'm talking about.

They just want to admit it.

Well, you think they're hiding something?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I wonder what's frightening them.

Ah, what's wrong with them?

Your papers.

Oh, not this again.

If you do not produce your papers,

I will be forced to arrest you.

No, no, we're looking for our friend, Mr. Passpartou.

You remember the little man that you were so polite to in the air?

He's in short, isn't he?

There was no little man in the airship.

There was only you.

What?

Bareface lie.

You saw him.

Your spies.

All of you.

Over crying out loud.

Aah!

By that step.

Your message.

I am sorry we had to do this to you,

but we had to get you back to the capital.

Everything depends on you being here on the 17th.

The country is relying on you.

Un Passpartou?

What for you relying on Passpartou?

I have being sent to get the hair cream.

Your voice.

Hi, hi.

You are not calm.

Not calm.

Passpartou.

Upper deck gone, I think.

Vern, a few tear gas grenades should

keep the constabulary at bay.

We have to get to the capital right away.

The capital?

What an authority, Becca.

Because I have the strongest suspicion

that Passpartou is in serious trouble.

Oh, my God.

Incredible.

This is incredible.

What?

A fantastic stroke of luck.

Fantastic stroke of luck.

Fantastic stroke of luck.

This is not fantastic luck.

I am kidnapped and uplifted in a disconvertible box

and bolted and bolted in passages and stairs.

I'm telling you, man with shining head,

this is not fantastic lucking.

The spitting image.

The spitting image.

Just the lovely beard.

And perfect.

Who are you?

The Foley.

The Foley of Mr. Philius, Father of England.

For Foley to Mr. Philius, folk.

But the next week, you are King Karli 5th of Montreal.

What?

Well, just until the Hungarian treaty is signed,

then you are free to go.

But until then, the safety of the entire country

is depending on you to play the role of Karli 5th.

I'm sorry, but my master is waiting for his hair cream.

And your master will wait in vain, Mr. Passpartou.

Because the king has disappeared into the forest,

more material will seize the throne and place

Montravia under the Soviet jungle too.

And rather than see that happen, I will cut your throat.

Do you understand, Syed?

Will there be a crown?

Majesty, I look just like a majesty, person.

And the police, they are skierking like a king.

The customs are nine storesa,

and more shops go a hickoo.

The proto,

there are intelligent groups of confidently used

to enjoy living with either the party or done-only

and communicated

to your head,

and to have us stay like everything.

There is a whole pick up that can be opened

for you to be prepared for the episode.

This is how a king walks.

They will have to be a lot of sitting.

They will have to be a lot of sitting.

Oh.

Entros?

I know.

Oh, kings are sitting in front of us.

Oh, no, sir.

Oh, oh, oh.

A girl's have a...

Oh, yeah.

A strange vocal.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

A strange vocal chord, I think.

The king will not be able to speak for a few days.

Not split, but I need to speak.

Lady Mariana, your fiancé.

Karl, you're back.

We're on earth.

Have you been?

No.

On second thoughts, perhaps it's best you do not tell me.

Your ladyship.

His majesty has strained a vocal chord

during his escape from the Serbian assassination attempt.

Perhaps it would be better if he did not.

You're majesty.

Remember your throat.

You...

You'd almost think you liked me, Karl.

I believe he is indicating that he likes you very much.

Lady, then it is not because my family is the oldest in Mantravia and the most influential.

I believe his majesty is indicating that he has chosen you for your life.

His majesty is indicating that he has chosen you for your grace, your intelligence and your beauty.

How strange, Marshal Krasnoff.

I was under the impression that you had chosen me.

I'd assumed Karl was too busy roaming the forests.

If you would be so kind, your ladyship, his majesty is eager to attend to the business he was forced in the glittering.

Listen, it's Karl.

What has come over you?

He didn't bang himself on the head while he was gone, did he?

As he grows older, his ladyship, his majesty is coming to take his responsibilities more seriously.

Beautiful, isn't it?

It's a shame the Serbian army is going to turn Mantravia into a wasteland.

Don't forget, Rebecca. It was the metravians who kidnapped my valet.

Even if they decided to take him as their king.

Surely, I must have realized their mistake by now.

Well, they may decide to keep him anyway.

Say the Serbs are trying to assassinate King Karl before he can sign the treaty with Hungary.

They may think it's useful to have an extra target.

Well, let's expend them.

As a result, if the border closing your majesty, the town of Sliytes suffered terrible unemployment.

And let's weaken and export our famous vegetable preserves. The entire region will die.

It is majesty proposes that the unemployed men of Sliyte be employed digging a canal between your river and the Zugel.

Thus, providing work for the people of Sliytes, water for the farmers of the Lower Zugel without infringing on the rights of the account.

And a means of exporting Sliytes' famous vegetable preserves now that Serbian forces have closed the board.

Thank you.

Shut up, Julius.

You also don't want us to give the game away.

He says the king is his valet.

That's not what he said at all.

May I introduce Mr. Philius Fogg of London, his majesty's new English valet.

On behalf of the Penzfield Chelsea Agency, for gentlemen's gentlemen and lesser domestic's,

may I offer my apologies for Mr. Fogg's late arrival and trust your majesty that you will honour the agreement and take him into your service.

Bao Philius, and mean it.

Hmmm.

World has reached me, Father, that you have set up school in the village, teaching the peasant children how to read and write, study history, geography, that sort of thing.

But if peasant children learn to read and write, Father, they'll stop being peasants, and then who will kill the land and pay me my rent.

Hmmm?

Idiot.

My lord, Tyrone.

The Falcon brought this.

King Kyle is back, and strangely changed.

He plans to sign the Hungarian Treaty on the 17th.

Thank you for going along with the decisions, sir.

You may have averted the European War.

The king has disappeared after a Serbian assassination attempt, and for the next week your man has gallantly offered to him personally.

With all due respect, no one is going to believe that Passbutu is a gentleman, let alone a scion of an ancient royal family.

They already believe it, Philius.

But you're watching down there in the throne room, and, erm, may I say you seem to have gone down very well as a valley.

My dear Rebecca, if you think for one minute I'm going to continue this absurd charade, you're very much mistaken.

You're back now, sir.

Your valley is exposed as an imposter.

Mantravya will be invaded by Serbia, and none of us is likely to get out of here alive.

Unless the real king is found.

We are scouring the country, sir.

The king has gone to ground, which is what one might have expected of him, this old indulgent salt.

You would need the eyes of an eagle to find him in these woods.

Or the vantage point of an eagle.

You take the arrow and look for him while you do your undercover worker back on?

I think it would be better if Miss Fogg went into such a thicking.

Erm, because?

Because if she finds him, she has a much better chance of persuading him to return than Miss Jorverne does.

And now, Mr. Fogg, if you are going to convince the court you are as Majesty's valet, perhaps you would lay out his next official uniform.

And he always takes a bath at this time of day, temperature 98.6 degrees exactly, if you please.

I do not know what got into court. He never took an interesting castle at before.

He was always trying to get away from here.

And from me?

He must have been blind, you lady ship.

Perhaps he was?

This agency is extremely tall, Mr. Fogg.

And he told Mr. Fogg to send not only a valet, but an escort to accompany him.

We at Penfield Chelsea are famous for our attention to detail, you lady ship.

Hm.

And the woman, did the agency set her to make sure you were, I say, please?

She's a specialist in planning weddings.

We were wondering, we understand that your lady ship and King Cara will be getting married soon.

And you would like to organize the reception?

How thoughtful.

And how is my proposed alliance with King Cara, you did not?

There is some who wonder if it truly is a love match, your lady ship.

Do they need you?

How perceptive of them?

I was promised to King Cara in my cradle, Mr. Byrne.

Marriage to him is my duty to the people of Montreal.

So your lady ship doesn't love his majesty?

I have always longed for a husband I could look up to.

One who takes his responsibilities seriously.

This country needs a strong groom, Mr. Byrne.

Excuse me, I must leave you now.

That man in black.

The Royal Falcon.

His family has been the servers of the King for generations.

Does the Majesty enjoy falconry?

There is already one form of exercise his majesty takes, I'm afraid.

And he doesn't in war of falcons.

I don't understand King Cara.

Why is he so uninterested in the job?

He doesn't think he's up to it.

His cousin Lord Tyrrell always outshomed him at everything he did.

As a boy he couldn't compete.

As a man he hasn't even tried.

This Lord Tyrrell, is he interested in falconry?

One of the great aficionados, magnificent hunter.

And the deficit is special in all around actually.

He make a wonderful king.

If he were to also a complete psychopath.

You are very high spirited today, Cara.

Isn't he far?

Extremely amusing, my lady.

Please Cara, please be serious.

I want to talk to you.

I get the matter a great deal of thought.

Don't you think it would be better for Mantravia and for you, if you considered...

Application.

Your cousin Tyrrell could provide a strong leadership or country, needs so gravely.

And you could have the freedom you've always wanted.

I believe his Majesty is trying to say that he has the makings of a strong leader today.

I wish I could believe you, Cara.

We might even have a chance to be happy.

That was rather a close shave, Your Majesty.

Yes. Yes, it was.

It was a pertinent of you to lay hands upon my royal person.

Well, I thought you were in need of restraint.

Well, are you taking me, Miss Fogg?

Back to the palace, Your Majesty.

You don't sign that treaty with Hungarians on the 17th, Serbia will invade your country.

You do know that, don't you?

Oh, that and other three redidels.

Have you any idea how much rubbish I can have to listen to, Miss Fogg?

It is so tedious.

Being king is simply the part you play.

As I play my part, all your cultures play their house.

You simply have to perform your lines with more conviction.

Well, then, I'm afraid I like this killer.

The kings of Mantra are supposed to be...

Holding, shooting their devils.

I can't even fit.

Fencing.

Nothing to it.

You don't expect me to learn to fence while chained up, do you?

Why not?

It's not a problem.

It's not a problem.

It's a problem.

It's a problem.

It's a problem.

It's a problem.

It's a problem.

I've seen the nurse mates use the round bars.

How did Serbs buy that arrow?

Straight out of the sky, literally a bolt in the blue.

Perhaps they have an airship of their own.

The sky was empty, not even a...

Not even a what?

Bursts.

There were no birds, Fogg, why?

I have no idea.

Perhaps a little cat frightened them.

Not a cat, Fogg.

A falcon.

Cheek, a flank.

Very nice.

Thank you.

Cheek, a flank.

Hello.

Hello, Pexa.

Oh.

You let your guard down.

Now, will you let me go?

I'll think about it.

Where am I?

In North-Tyrale's dungeons, Mr. Vern,

said to be the most secure in all, Mantravia.

The ladyship.

And was you the last friend?

For the kidnapped.

Tyrone says if Carl signs the treaty with Hungary, have you been killed?

It's monster.

I told him Carl doesn't care if I leave or die, but...

He doesn't believe me.

The truth is...

I am not sure if I believe it myself anymore.

Carl has so changed since his return from the forest.

He actually seems to care about me.

Of course he does.

I thought alignment to him was guilty, but...

Now he seems attracted to me.

Physically, I mean.

Then Carl, who came back from the forest, is different because...

Because he isn't.

Carl.

What?

This is a deadly secret.

You must tell no one, but...

His real name is Pass Part II, and he's filliest fog's valet.

He's standing in for the king until the peace treaty is signed with Hungary.

I... I couldn't leave this.

He was beaten.

Did not breathe a word.

Anyone finds that, I don't think Pass Part II is going to have long enough to sign that treaty.

How about you, Mr. Burm?

Well done, my dear.

I knew I could count on you.

I knew I could count on you.

I knew I could count on you.

I thought Carl had changed.

You can't.

Why not?

I'm sorry, Jules.

Montravia needs a strong leader, not one who lets an imposter usurp the Montravian throne.

Which means, incidentally, that you and your friends are guilty of treason.

You accuse me of treason, and you're planning on handing over your country to Serbia.

Jerome?

Is this true?

This serbs will merely be our allies.

After Carl, I am next in line to the throne.

Now you've revealed the king is being portrayed by an imposter.

That imposter can be skewered through the heart.

Legitimately.

We have reports from Lord Tyrrell's castle that Verne was taken there.

Ah.

So we must assume the worst.

That Verne has been forced to talk.

And Tyrrell now knows we have an imposter on the throne.

What will he do?

He'll be heading this way to expose us.

Five hours at the most.

And how long before the Hungarian delegation gets here?

Four.

Well, is that you could Wellington once said to my father?

It's going to be a damn close-wrong thing, sir.

I think the heading you want is not by Nortista.

That's the direction of my castle.

And all your own responsibilities?

And all the people are relying on me.

We feel up to playing the part.

Is very tight, Master.

Well, is he supposed to be tight?

Breathe in deeply, Your Majesty.

You don't have to calling me that in private, Master.

I'm proud to, my friend.

Because today, you are the master.

And if I may say so, a very brave man indeed.

Thank you.

Your Majesty, may I present the Hungarian foreign minister.

And now his Excellency will sign the accord between our two countries,

which will ensure peace in this region for many years to come.

Seast his privacy at once.

That man is an imposter.

He's a valet in the service of an English adventurer named Phyllis Folk.

That is treason, sir.

Guards, a restful till now.

That is treason.

Guards, arrest them all.

Cheers.

I understand what you're talking about.

I'm speaking the truth, Marshal, as you very well know.

Princess Marianna here, the King's on the fiancee.

It'll tell you.

Go ahead, my dear.

Tell them.

He...

He looks like King Carl, my lord.

You...

Leaving her alone!

There!

Is that the voice of Carl the Fifth?

Oh, my...

Oh, my...

You killed him.

Carl the Fifth has abandoned his country in its time of need.

I, as next in line by royal blood, hereby claim the throne.

Oh, but you see, Thierau?

Carl.

I haven't abandoned my country.

I'm surprised you dare show your face.

Why?

I'm not the one who planned to betray my country to the Serbian wolves.

No, you prefer to play the jackass while you hand your throne to chameleons.

You bloodthirsty villain.

Um, discipline, weakling.

You've always plotted against me.

Ever since we were children.

Naturally.

Even at six, I was the better man.

I thought so too.

But I believe I may have underestimated myself.

I can play the path to the king just as well as you can.

Not in a million years.

Oh, yes, Thierau.

In a lot less than a million years.

You right, first, what you?

Yes, Mr. Reneka.

I really know how to dress someone, Master.

Who is he?

Right?

Hello, Lordie.

It's true.

You really are the spitting image.

Not spitting.

Fighting.

Whoa!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I do all of you!

You're nothing, I can dispatch two of you like that.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh.

Oh.

I missed it all, haven't I?

Actually, Jules.

Not quite.

Khan?

You beat him.

You beat him in hand-to-hand combat.

Yes.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

But only because, Mariana, this lady...

saved my soul.

Thank you, Ms. Form.

It was my pleasure, Your Majesty.

And you, my friend.

What a noble part you played.

It is hard to believe that, in real life, you're a valet.

One of the best, Your Majesty.

One of the very best.

Part of your Royal Training Program.

Rebecca?

Absolutely crucial.

It is five past four, past bar two, not four o'clock, precisely.

Which will do perfectly well.

So, Carl, the fifth of non-travia was not the only one to be going through a learning process.

Ah, no, Rebecca.

I have decided, from henceforth, my watchword will be...

Torrance.

Dan.

This goes away.

Stop!

Stop!

I am sorry.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Go, please. Go away.

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