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The Princess will be received
by the mayor and alderman at the riverside,

where she will also
be welcomed by the

crafts and guilds
with a gift of plate.

From there she will be conducted
with all estate to the Bishop's Palace,

stopping at the six pageant stations.

There'll then be two days' respite
before the ceremony.

Thank you, Surgeon.

In view of your
Grace's desire for

splendour,
and easy public observance,

I have commanded a bridge of timber
from the west door to the choir.

This timber to be carpeted
in cloth of Murray.

And beyond that, a stand more elevated
for the accommodation of your Grace's court

and performance of the sacred ceremony.

Meanwhile the conduits about St. Paul's

will be in readiness to
pour wine for the people.

Is the city to bear all this pageantry
and Bishop Fox's timber besides?

My Lord, no less than 14,000 sovereigns
are already being lavished by his Grace

towards the uniting of our prince
with the infanta.

Well, they're lighting bonfires in the
west, crowding the roadsides to cheer her.

Is the other question determined?

I understand Their Spanish Majesties
require immediate cohabitation.

Your Grace, the Prince was 15 last month.
She is still 15.

I was quite capable at that age,
as I remember.

But then, my Lord,
you have a strong constitution.

Prince Arthur can hardly be called robust.

Spain should have learned
a lesson from their own prince,

whose death was directly due
to premature cohabitation.

Huh. Randy young devil.

- Dei mortuis nil nisi bonum...
- Yes, yes, Bishop.

Anyway, as I understand,
the Emperor's girl's not exactly cold.

I still maintain they should have separate
establishments for a year at least.

But suppose she should
die within that space.

We might well be depriving the country
of its future heir.

A risk we must be
prepared to take in view...

No, no, no.

The Lord Prince and his bride
will live together. Guildford?

Your Grace?

What festivities are to
succeed the marriage?

The tournament, sir,

where heraldic banners will illuminate
the infanta's descent from John of Gaunt.

And for the disguisings in the great hall,
a castle filled with singing boys,

- to be drawn by the four beasts...
- Oh, dear.

- ..repainted for the occasion in gold...
- Good.

..followed by a masque composed...

Thank you, my Lords.

- Bray?
- Your Grace?

We did have intelligence
of the Earl of Suffolk.

It seems that he and his brother
are lodged at Aix-la-Chapelle.

An independent town, therefore
they could not be delivered to us.

Do you suppose the Emperor
has not considered that?

It also appears that he's promised the Earl
5,000 men against our kingdom.

So much for the imperial word.

You will set extra watch
on the Earl's kinsmen.

William de la Pole, Tyrell,
William Courtenay.

Courtenay,
sir? The Queen's brother-in-law?

Double the familiars.

I want day-and-night surveillance,
their

every move,
their every word recorded.

Nothing must touch this marriage now.

The Lord Prince is
on his way from Ludlow?

Yes, sir.

I'll meet with him on the way.

We'll ride out together
and see Spain's daughter for ourselves.

Su Alteza ya se ha retirado.

- No puede ser molestada.
- Er...

The Princess has retired to her chamber.

Her Royal Highness can see no one.

Madam, we will see the Princess,
even were she in her bed.

Er...

Sir, my sovereigns have commanded

that the infanta shall
not show her face before

the ceremony,
according to the Spanish custom.

This is England, Doctor,
and I am now her guardian.

Mm. Hm.

Ah.

Su Majestad Enrique VII,
rey de Inglaterra y de Francia.

Su Alteza Real, el Príncipe Arturo.

Her Highness
the Princess Catherine of Aragon.

- Er...
- Mm? Ah.

Er...

Er...

Hm.

Arturo, vis accipere Catarina,

hic praesentem, in Tuam legitimam uxorem
iuxta ritum Sanctae Matris Ecclesiae?

Volo.

Catarina, vis accipere Arturo,

hic praesentem, in Tuam legitimam maritum
iuxta ritum Sanctae Matris Ecclesiae?

Volo.

Ego conjugo vos in matrimonium.

In nomine Patris,
et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Did you ever see such capering?

That boy will outlive us all.

Madam, what are you doing with that thing?

Removing the jewel, sir,
that I may return them.

- But I gave them to you.
- Sir, they made a good show.

But now they must be returned
to the strongbox.

And how often have you repaired
your gown or those shoes?

I believe those buckles are of tin, madam.

- Are they of tin?
- Yes.

And if I give you money for silver buckles,
you will spend it on charity, no doubt,

or in support of your sisters.

Oh, Bess. You carry economy too far.

Keep the jewels in memory
of this great occasion.

For I think that nothing has pleased
my people more than this marriage.

Then let him remain here now at Richmond.

- The Lord Prince must hold his own court.
- But it is winter, sir, and the Prince...

The Prince has a duty, madam,
and a title to uphold.

He is much tired, sir,
from these entertainments. Look at him.

Look into his eyes.

I beg you, sir, let him stay.

Keep to your good works, madam, and
leave the government of this realm to us.

Hm?

Please, God, we have now
secured the inheritance

and have nothing more to fear.

- Ah, that was very clever.
- Mm.

Her Royal Highness would often play
with her brothers and sisters in Spain.

Arthur, you must not lose! You mustn't!

- Margaret.
- But nobody can beat the Lord Prince.

An angel that you're wrong.

Take.

Er... move your queen here.

Dile a Su Majestad
que jugaré con él más tarde.

Er...

Her Royal Highness says that
she will play against Your Majesty later.

My Lord.

Are you pleased with them, sire?
With your children?

They are well favoured, madam,
and a very great comfort to me.

- There's De Puebla.
- Ah, what has he come for?

Something to eat, no doubt.

♪ De Pueblo comes a-begging,
De Pueblo comes a-begging ♪

My Lord Harry, you will show
more respect for the Ambassador.

- But he's always begging meals.
- Taisez-vous!

I will hear Mass in an hour, Father.

Your Grace.

Come in, come in.

You're cold, soaking.
No, come and stand by the fire.

What brings you to Richmond, Doctor?

I understand that the Princess Catherine
is to go with her husband into Wales.

May I respectfully inquire of Your Majesty

what plate and furnishings
Her Highness will be expected to use?

Why, her own.

Oh, but they form the
last part of the dowry, sir,

which you are to receive within the year.

If you would like to
anticipate a surrender,

and provide the receipt
against their value...

Doctor, I should not like to be held as one
who asks for settlement before it is due.

- Ah?
- God be praised, I am not in want.

I could for the love of my signora daughter
and Their Spanish Majesties

spend a million in gold
without contracting a debt.

- Ah, then a simple receipt, sir.
- A receipt?

For goods that the Princess will have used?
For second-hand plate and furnishings?

But if Her Highness is to go to Ludlow,
she must have the use of it?

- Mm-hm?
- Er...

And then they will become absorbed
in the Prince's household

while Your Majesty
claims the equivalent value.

I can always count
on your comprehension, my friend.

Ah, I have assured my sovereigns

that the use of the plate will not invalidate
their acceptance as part of the dowry.

My dear doctor,
you are in the unenviable position

of trying to reconcile
two total differences of opinion.

One cannot please everybody, Doctor,
and you do much better to please me.

- Ah, but...
- Are you warmer now?

I hope you'll take some dinner with us.

Of course, Your Majesty will assume the
expense of Her Highness' travel to Wales?

That is your assumption, Doctor, not mine.
I'll see you at table.

You will ask the Lord Prince to attend me
in my chamber when the game is finished, hm?

- Hm.
- Er...

Oh.

Ah, take here. See?

Es fácil.

Sir, we have already received
half her dowry.

And I will have the residual.

- She pleases you, does she?
- A most sweet lady, sir.

- And now you think me grasping?
- I would not question you in this.

- But in your mind you think...
- No, sir.

I accept your judgment.

When I came to the throne...

there was no public law,
no constitutional observance.

A hundred thousand men had died in the wars
and people spoke of the divine wrath.

But it was not on that account
that our house toppled.

It fell for lack of money.

Money, my Lord Prince.

Every groat that enriches me
enriches this kingdom.

Every gold piece that separates me
from my people secures the throne for you,

and gives this country
the respect of Europe.

Go to Ludlow, learn this for yourself.

- I have good tutors, sir.
- Ah.

Yes, yes.

Bray tells me you've already taken
the measure of your chieftains.

We have reduced their retinues.

My Lord Rhys ap Thomas
roared like a stuck bull.

Well, you will find him loyal, nonetheless.

Go to Wales, my son. Finish your education.

And don't worry that I'll prejudice
your bride's fondness for you.

- I would have her learn English, Father.
- And so she must.

But first show her the land.

Take her hunting among the hills.

Show her the Corve
and the burning well at Wenlock.

And let her hear the harper's songs

of the rouge dragon
who should spread his wings over Wales

and mate with the silver hind.

Aye, we will have
Father Rhys translate for her.

Aha.

I'm told that on the day after
your marriage you spoke of mating,

and what a good pastime
it was to have a wife,

and that you had been in Spain that night.

Did you say these things?

Yes.

And was there truth in them?

They were jesting with me,
Charles Brandon and the others.

My brother was there.

I did not want to appear
foolish before them.

You are our son and the heir male.
You have no need to boast.

We are proud of your scholarship,

as we shall be proud of your children
when God wills their creation.

You are our beloved son.

You shall plant flag in this corner,
and when it comes to seeding...

Flake? Come here.

Flake? Come on.

You don't want to stay over there. Come on.

A little of your scented stock, for the
King likes to walk here in the evening.

Over here, I think...

Madam?

Your sister is come.

- The Lady Courtenay?
- Yes, madam.

Thank you, my lady.

My dear sister, whatever...

- They have taken William.
- He is arrested?

They came in the night,
waking us with their hammering.

The officer would say nothing
but they took him toward London.

- I think he is shut in the Tower.
- Oh, Kate.

My poor Kate.

I... I don't know what to do.

They put a guard on the door
and the property is forfeit.

Will you speak to his Grace?

- Where are the children?
- They came in the coach.

They must be brought inside and made warm.

- Madam...
- Now calm yourself, Kate.

We will inquire into your husband's safety.

Meantime, you shall join our household
and keep close attendance on us.

It will be a most singular chapel,
I believe.

A rare jewel for Westminster.

For his Grace has acquired a new manner
of building to serve his purpose.

Oh, it does more than serve, sir.

My ladies, you may tell the musicians
to tune their instruments

for we will hear them shortly.

It was good of you
to come from London to see me.

I'm always happy to attend your Grace.

It must be cold on the river today.

I have known it warmer, madam,
but then it were less secluded.

Sir Reginald...

- I must ask a service of you.
- If it be in my power.

- This affair of Suffolk.
- A great danger, madam.

With all respect to your Grace's house,

the King has still good cause
to fear the White Rose.

If the Earl should raise an army abroad...

- Could he do that without money?
- With the Emperor's help.

With the Emperor's money.

Therefore he is to be publicly denounced
and put under retainder.

And my kinsmen here,

Lord William de la Pole
and Sir William Courtenay,

of what are they accused?

Of aiding in the Earl's escape and of
subsequent treasonable relations with him.

My sister says Courtenay
took no part in this.

- You have the King's ear.
- I have the honour to advise his Grace.

He is subject to no man,
as your Grace knows.

- But if Courtenay is innocent?
- He will be released.

Do you think him innocent?

It's not for me to say, madam.

Have they been... put to the question?

No.

- Will he be given trial?
- Yes, madam.

- A public trial?
- I think not.

Sir Reginald.

I am asking you to speak to the King
on this matter.

I cannot do so, and you know why I cannot.

Madam,

I appreciate the difficulty of your
position, and I feel for your sister,

but I can promise nothing.

Will you at least try to persuade the King
to let her see her husband?

I will do what I can.

I shall be grateful, sir.

And now let us be friends again.

Ah, madam, we are always that.

If it were fair weather,
I would show you my garden.

But we will hear the music instead.

Oh, nothing but blowing rain and mist
this whole month.

Our son writes that it is
quite as mischievous in Wales.

Pray be seated, madam.

I have asked the holy father
to wait until you came.

If we receive good things from God,
may we not endure evil things?

I have been commanded
by your Grace's counsel to tell you,

it grieves me ill to tell Your Majesties,

that your dearest son...

hath departed to God.

The Lord Prince of Wales, madam,
is dead of the sweating sickness.

Within two days of his taking it.

The physicians could not save him.

- And the Princess?
- Her Highness took the fever also...

and is thought likely to recover.

Pray God she does.

We thank you, Father.

God comfort Your
Majesties in your affliction.

Ave maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.

Ben... benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et Benedictus...

Oh, Blessed Virgin!

Sweetest Lady of Mercy!

Why?

Why?

How should he be taken?

He stood here and I held him,
so sure that he would rule!

First Edmund and now my proud boy.

- Is our house accursed?
- No, sir.

Then why are our sons taken from us
if our house is not accursed of God?

Did his stars lie?

All the signs,
all the prophecies blessed their union,

their welfare, their long life.

- Yet there were whispers...
- Sir...

..the marriage was sealed in blood...

- No!
- ..by Warwick's death.

Since Warwick's execution, both our sons...

It was the plague, sir.

Was it so?

You must not blame yourself.
I would not have that.

- I sent him into Wales.
- It was his duty!

It was his death, madam.

And I was so sure.

Sir, I beg you.

We still have left us a fair prince
and two fair princesses,

and God is where He ever was.

We are still young.

We can have other children.

One son?

One single son to hold this fierce kingdom?

Remember, sir, my lady, your mother,
had no more children but you only.

And yet God has ever preserved you
and brought you where you are now.

You must not despair, sir.

For as your Grace's wisdom
is known all over Christendom,

you must now give proof of it!

You give firmer proof than I do.

Well...

we will guard well
the health of our one prince.

From this time he shall have his own chamber,
which can be entered only through ours.

And if it should be safe, sir, we should
fetch the Lady Catherine to work her recovery.

We will, we will do so.

Look.

The night is passing.

How bare the branches are.

They are like arms against the sky.

Oh!

My sweet Arthur!

My own darling boy!

- Bess, Bessie.
- Oh!

I cannot think that he is no more with us.

That we shall never look on him again.

I cannot think it!

He was so fair.

What shall I say to comfort you,
who gave me such comfort?

Only your own words, your own counsel,

that we should thank
God for the Prince Harry

and take our solace in him.

What are you doing?

Thank you, my lady.

Is your mind changed now?

For Margaret? No, she shall marry Scotland.

For Henry and the infant,
we must wait upon events.

Madam, take heart.

Your Majesties, the Princess Catherine.

Oh, my lady.

My sweet Catherine.

Sus Majestades...

Díselo.

Her Royal Highness thanks Your Majesty
for the litter you sent to bring her here.

She's still very weak
and has no liking to eat.

There is a room prepared for her.

Tú eres nuestra

hija y... nosotros

te cui...

Please tell her that we love her
as our daughter...

and that we shall care for her
with our own hands.

Sí, sí, entiendo.
Que Dios os bendiga.

Your Majesty,
we must discuss our situation.

It is most urgent.

- In counsel, Doctor?
- But one request I must make at once.

Yes, yes, there is venison for dinner.

- Eh?
- Oh, do go and tidy yourself first.

Er...

- Well, Doctor?
- Er...

Your Majesty.

My sovereigns ask

that the first payment of the dowry of
100,000 crowns be returned to them at once

together with her dower rights
as the Princess of Wales

and that the Princess herself
be sent back to Spain

in the best manner
and in the shortest time possible.

- At our expense?
- Oh, naturally.

Unless you are willing
to consider the alternative.

But the marriage of the Princess Catherine
to your youngest son

must constitute a firm alliance

and the decision must be made immediately,
this is imperative.

Imperative, Dr. Puebla?

Oh,
you have already wasted two months, sir.

- You may wait longer.
- Hm?

Time was, Doctor, when your sovereigns
made us sue for their daughter's hand.

Now they shall sue for my son's.

We have no need
of immediate action.

It is not our army that
the French are beating.

As for the Princess's provision,
we are quite prepared

to give her the Welsh jointure.

Ah, this is something at least.

- Provided...
- Yes?

Provided that the last half of her dowry
is satisfactorily completed in our favour,

a sum of 100,000 crowns, I believe.

But this is contrary
to all canon and civil law.

In which case, it is not the only obstacle.

Ah, then I must inform Their Majesties...

Inform Their Majesties
that we are considering their proposals

and consulting with Rome
over the necessary dispensation.

Meanwhile, the Princess will continue to be
housed with her retinue at Durham House.

- Eh?
- At our expense.

Provided?

Provided that she
renounce her dower rights.

That vulgar, corrupt little man.

He smells disgustingly.

So would you, Bishop, if you lived
in a brothel on a tuppence a week.

His wages are never paid on time.

Your Grace should
demand a more fitting

ambassador than that little Jew.

On the contrary, he is quite invaluable.

If I need information,
I need only ask De Puebla.

There are advantages in his establishment.

Your Grace's signature.

If the Emperor would honour our agreement,
this would not be necessary.

- When is it to be?
- This Thursday, sir, at Tower Hill.

Sir James Tyrell.

- Yes.
- Sir John Wyndham.

Yes.

- Sir William Courtenay.
- No.

He will remain alive.
You must keep him in the Tower.

I wish no fresh disturbance to the Queen.

She's expecting another child
in the New Year.

When do you expect his Grace's return?

Not until tomorrow. He's in council.

And you have heard nothing?

I must see William. I must.

Be thankful he's alive.

Be patient, my dear.

Sister, I have been like a mouse all these
months, and still there is only silence.

- You have this letter.
- A few poor words.

Can't you understand that I

need to see him, to be with him?

Yes.

I understand that.

Forgive me.

But you know why the Earl fled.

Only one man thinks him a traitor,
because he is afraid of his own shadow.

And would not you be,
my dear, with so

many apparitions
raised against you?

- Ghosts of his own raising.
- No.

Warwick? Sir William Stanmore?

And how many others?

How many?

How many other creatures working to
undermine him since he came to the throne?

You were only a child then.

But he was tall and handsome
and quick to laugh.

Now he wakes in the night
seeing those he has been forced to execute.

He wakes from his own prison.

I know.

I hear him.

He is not a cruel man.

Yet you fear to speak with him.

He must do what he thinks right.
He must take precaution.

- And do you think it right...
- Bring out the cards, Kate.

And let us say no more.

- Yes, cards. Or shall we play Dumb Crambo?
- Now you are being foolish.

You give him six children and a crown,
and must be dumb besides?

- I did not give him his crown.
- By your courtesy, sister.

Do you think he has ever forgotten that,
or forgiven you for it?

I will not listen
to any of this.

He doesn't know his
people's feeling for him.

He never won their hearts.
It's you that they love.

Only because I am powerless!

Because you are of the blood royal

and he is Henry Tidder,
Tidder the Welsh upstart.

- Kate!
- That's why he hates our house.

Because he has no
lawful right to the throne.

How should he have, when his father
was a bastard and his father a serving man?

Be quiet, Kate.

You, you gave him the crown
when you wed him.

You made Henry Tidder King of England.

King of England, madam.

True, rightful and undoubted inheritor
by the laws of God and man,

elect, chosen and required
by all three estates of this realm.

The god of battles made my right plain
at Bosworth, my lady.

That is the best title to a throne,

the strength to seize it
and to wield the royal power.

- You may go, madam.
- Your Grace.

I came back early,

to be with you.

Forgive her, sir.

I beg forgiveness for her.

- She is giddy for her husband.
- You may tell her the incident is closed.

But I cannot free Courtenay.

Now, what do we have here?

Oh, a pudding, sir.

A pudding?

One of your subjects
brought it to you for a present.

Brought it to me?

Well, well, we shall enjoy this present.

- How much did you give them?
- A half angel.

There you are.

I gave two sovereigns last night
to see the great woman of Flanders.

Pudding, three and four.

Marvellous huge woman, she was.
A rare spectacle.

Better than the Scottish boy with the beard
or the king without a face.

- Henry.
- Yes, yes.

There's another curiosity.

They don't see my face any more,
only hands that hold out coin to them.

- Oh, no.
- Yes, yes.

The faceless king.

So be it.

But will you give us another son, madam?

For we must ensure a son to succeed us,
and not one of your sisters.

- Lady Stafford?
- My lady?

- Is the Sergeant Painter done?
- Yes, it is well sealed now.

Then he must leave at once.
Her Grace is taking chamber.

Ah, very good, my lady.

My Lords, fare you well at this time.

- We thank you for your entertainment.
- Madam.

Oh, madam.

Hush, you know my weakness for comfits.

Sister, will you desire the company
to pray for me and attend their departure?

See the ordinances are observed.

You must rest now, my lady.

Are you cold?

I am still cold from the chapel.

Oh, no, Mistress Lee.

Do not draw it altogether.

I would not be close in here.

Your Grace has no liking for her rooms?

I have never stayed long in this place.

I cannot think of the Tower as my home.

Then leave it, madam.

You wanted your
confinement to be at Richmond.

There is still time to go there.

Or to Westminster.
Your Grace may change her mind.

No, it is too late for that.

Let me speak to the constable
and have him make the barge ready.

No. This child will come early,
by Candlemas.

Thank you.

Oh.

Come, madam.

All is prepared.

Thank you, my ladies.
You've both worked very hard.

Oh.

So, my Lord Constable spoke with you,
did he?

He will take me to William tonight.

Oh, madam, if my only weakness
were for comfits,

I should be a saint like you.

It was agreed that the Princess Margaret
should remain here for one year, sir.

King James is now showing impatience.

He writes to ask your Grace
when his bride can be expected in Scotland.

Only because he's lost his mistress.

Oh, no doubt, my Lord,
but we must keep Scotland happy.

Tell him that at the time
of the marriage treaty

we did not anticipate
the birth of another daughter.

Tell him that our queen, er...
must have time to regain her strength

and have the Queen of the Scots
with her before her departure.

Appeal to his humanity, Bishop,
which you know so well how to do.

- Who is that?
- Your Grace, forgive me.

Her Majesty the Queen has suffered
a reverse, sir. She has taken an infection.

When?

Earlier this morning, sir.
She was in fever when I left.

- Why was I not informed before?
- The midwife...

- The midwife? Is not her physician with her?
- No, your Grace.

- They do not send for him?
- He has gone back to his house.

- And you let him go? Sir Richard!
- I'll send the courier, sir.

Tell him to ride at once to Gravesend
and to fetch back Dr. Aylsworth tonight.

You will summon the court physician
and meet with me at the Tower.

It is near dawn.

But where is Aylsworth?

You have come too late, Doctor.

They're already taking the mask.

So they will not consider it?

No.

My sovereigns say the mere mention of it
offends their ears.

They would not on any account
entertain marriage

between yourself and
the Princess Catherine.

They say it would be a most evil thing.

- A bad bargain, you mean?
- Ah...

They think I won't make old bones,
is that it?

Well, doubtless, queen dowager
from princess dowager

is not the best exchange in their eyes.

Mm.

So, reluctantly, sir,
they are sending a ship for their daughter.

Your Grace.

I gave orders that no man was to resort
to me. I would be private, Sir Richard.

Your Grace, we have uncovered...

Well, what have you uncovered?

A conspiracy, sir, in Kent.

You disturb me for that? Take it to Bray.

Sir Reginald is in his bed, your Grace.
He may not recover his health.

Well, you've dealt with conspiracy before.
I wish no further bloodshed.

Set up a commission. Employ Empson
and Master Dudley as our instruments.

Quick men, sir, but their methods
are severe and often dubious in equity.

And is your reason to use the public money
any less dubious, Sir Richard?

Let them impose their fines
and put any intriguers under bond.

Search out all concealed lands, all
infringements of my rights and penal statutes.

- Tell them that.
- Your Grace.

I will so speedily impoverish this people,

that they will not dare to raise
their heads against me.

I'll pull down their stomachs first.

They will not love you for it.

Heh.

In France, lechery. In England, treachery.

Heh.

Heh.

So Bray is dying?

Bray, the Queen, her infant.
Death is no respecter of age.

I have had the quinsy
and could not eat or drink for six days.

Hm... and I am contracting the gout.

- You should not be drinking wine, then.
- It's very good wine.

Yes, it's from Spain, Doctor.

Mm.

Ach.

So they are sending a ship for her, eh?

Such preparations.

All her goods to stow away.
So many chests.

Ah, no doubt she will be married now
to France or Austria, eh?

After all our work.

You old spider.

- Eh?
- Weaving your webs.

Oh.

Very well, she shall have Prince Henry.

- When?
- When he attains his 15th year, not before.

- Subject to papal dispensation.
- Which will be granted.

Draw up the marriage contract. See
that the terms are not unfavourable to us.

Of course.

Oh, sometimes I forget
which country you represent.

Heh-heh.

Er... what finally determined Your Majesty?

Oh, I would not have you recalled to Spain.

Heh-heh.
The dowry never entered your head, eh?

- Drink your wine.
- Heh.

Er... will Your Majesty
come out of retirement shortly?

You know what they are saying?

His Grace has locked himself
in the Queen's chamber and will see no one

because he's dying.

They even speak of possible successors.

There's only one successor to the throne.

Well, then, Your Majesty should halt
these rumours. No one listens to me.

You think we should show ourselves?

Oh, sir, your subjects join you
in your great losses

but they cannot support this withdrawal.

They would see Your Majesty.

They would need see your face, sir.

How should a king show his face?

All we may command is a mask.

Oh, God, if I could feel anything.

Any joy, any hate.

Any pity.

Any love.

Well, we'll make ourselves public
and provide a show for our people.

You may tell the council
we'll meet with them tomorrow.

Now leave us.

I would be solitary...

..and say my prayers.

Ah!

What?

Oh.