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But it doesn't really matter

What matters is that he was born

So that what what what what what counts

What matters is that he was born

For this account to be counted

Let's come back to this morning

We take these goats to

Collino for the first time

You have to toil and earn your keep,

Feeding his wife and toddlers.

Soon the cries, the worries, if, if,

Replace games and laughter,

As the water rose from the well, well, well,

He wasn't thinking about that.

And on the damsel, without fear,

He tossed, tossed, tossed the prunes.

And on the damsel, without fear,

He threw out his eyes and his heart.

And on the damsel, without fear,

He threw out his eyes and his heart.

I'll bathe your tunings.

They're not weddings.

So don't confuse them, girl.

Yes, Father.

Hey, what's he losing?

He's hit, he's hit!

There, now you're bathed.

Listen to this big boar.

He's a visitor at the château.

His face is as pleasant as our mule's behind.

Which one is the fiancée?

Bergamot, I've got it right here.

Nice chapel, cousin.

It's Île à l'Oued day.

Let's play on the grass.

Let's play on the grass,

that will never make me anything but a zebra.

Who will never give me life but a zebra.

They put the box on.

Let's play on the grass.

I'll bless your garlic agreements, they're not weddings.

So don't confuse him, my son.

Il est jour d'y l'alouette, il est jour d'y l'alouette.

Let's go play on the grass, let's go play on the grass.

I want to make you the sock, which is such a sweet, sweet party.

Pretty girl, when will you be my crumb?

I ran too much.

The body hits me.

How it hits my heart, Colino.

That's right, it hits.

But not enough for my taste.

I hear music. The village can't be far.

It's time, I'm hungry.

A sudden fatigue takes hold of me.

I'm going to stay here for a while, under these welcoming shades.

But we're almost there, brother Rovichon.

But I assure you, Brother Sylvain, my legs are cut.

But you're on your horse.

But it's just that my foundation hurts a lot.

Well, we'll be waiting for you in the village.

The village is nice.

I'm sitting down, but I want to go into the village.

I want to go into the city.

It's true, it's true, it's true.

But I'm tired.

And I don't have the time.

Greetings, Father. Who's talking here?

If anyone at your monastery wants to know who broke your nose, you'll tell them it was Colinot, very healthy father.

Ah, my eyes are weak, alas, cowardly coming. I took you for a grazing sheep.

For a grazing sheep, really?

Well, you're the one who'll be grazing now.

Where are you now? Here I am.

I retraced my steps, suddenly fearing for you, for my lèse.

Heavens, what's happened to you?

Alas, I am...

Put the straw back, jambi, gazonaille, on pretty Jean.

Gathered under the shade of a bush, the thread of my old Don.

Heaven comes in his companion, he knows nothing to say.

To the eye, it's called death.

So, Colinot, have you managed to place your crossbow?

Gathered under the shade of a bush, the thread of my old Don.

Take care of your luggage and leave Colinot's crossbow.

To the eye, it's called death, he doesn't know what to say.

To the eye, it's called death, the thread of my old Don.

Pretty patinet, it's an orchard with tickets.

And what does he say?

It's an orchard with tickets.

Where have you been, behind your...

We can fight, an orchard or a room.

Mine was an orchard.

Let's die one more time, let's die one more time,

because you're the death of me.

And when night fell,

everything had been drunk, many were snoring.

Passing that way, he has a few rides,

Viralt, three strangers.

I don't need wine to get drunk.

Bergamot, my little clod.

Bergamot, Bergamot, Bergamot.

And when the shadow lifted,

he hadn't found her.

There, among all those strangers,

it was by running away from him.

And without wasting a moment for reflection,

Colineau mounted his horse and turned on his heel.

He set off to find

that half of his soul that had been taken from him.

Dirty horse.

He peed.

Farewell, Brossoudravin.

Colineau.

Wait for me.

I've been seen.

I'm going to find Bergamot and marry her as I've decided.

Let's stay in a carapeau.

He doesn't know another step. He's never run.

Bergamot bonnet.

It's leaking out there. I was there to show the way.

There are three of them.

This is the road to Orleans.

This is it.

He learned.

Some chicks are gonna cry

to see the two most beautiful packages in the village leave.

So I put down my crossbow.

She gets in the way of my horses.

It's OK.

Make it happen, boys and girls.

It won't take long.

Come on.

Colineau.

I fell asleep.

Let go of me, gargoyle head.

It's OK.

A true wildcat.

You're rotten blood.

Your mouth stinks worse than the elbows of my curls.

You think you can scare me with a bag so soft and so small.

Oh.

Maybe you had it all to yourself, Gognepin.

No.

Go back to the lookout.

Gognepin,

you have the heart of a damsel.

Puts the eye out.

Let her go.

The motelette is holding me back.

I'm one of those people who can take the heat.

Speak quickly, my boy. What's on your mind?

Colineau, my boy, we're running out of time.

Take that knife away from me.

A knife? Where?

Take this, your horse.

And help me, I'll tell you.

No, that's impossible, companion.

He inns at the exit of this wood.

You'll take me there.

I'll tell you about Bérigamotte.

There was a shepherdess sleeping in a verditon.

Uncle, let's say the ditty.

Not until I marry uncle,

la petite motelette

is wriggling around me.

I'm one of those

to endure the cannon.

I'm one of those

to endure the...

This man asked me to bring him to your house.

Three days from now in Bourges,

a big fair and lots of merchants.

This is where the matchmaker descends

with your bergamot.

But I don't know for how long.

The matchmaker?

In filthy language, it means executioner.

And what do they call you?

Jacquinot.

Say Gagnepin.

Tell me, Gagnepin,

is it for Bergamot that you took that stab?

I take out the big ones

and I trousse their wives,

but I don't like touching poor people.

Where's the sun now?

All the way up.

The matchmaker is gone. When the rays shave the ground,

you can't catch him.

In Bourges, on the square,

you'll see the Golden Lion Tavern.

Within three days,

wait here until Sixte rings the bell.

What if...

when Sixtus rings the bell,

I'm not there,

is that I'm not coming.

Just kidding!

It's the grime that prevents you from seeing!

Stop seeing us!

Stop seeing us!

Stop seeing us!

Just kidding!

We can't mock all night long.

No, we wouldn't get lost.

We're looking for a B&B for the night.

At dawn, we'll be off again.

Only you can do it.

Only you can do it.

Here, we let everyone go

and everyone's happy.

It's nice here.

Here, we let everyone go

and everyone's happy.

Stop him!

Stop him! Stop him! He's carrying me off on my cauliflower!

You're going to take his mistress to the service,

at Notre-Dame church.

Without further ado.

Didn't you tell me to take him to Mass?

How did you want to bring it?

As it was my custom not to be there, our mare

when I was at my old friend's house.

He's already getting on it.

Where are you from, companion?

D'Oreiller, near Chartres.

God bless you, I'm from the same country.

Out of fifteen hoteliers in the city,

fourteen are scoundrels.

I have the honor to serve the fifteenth

an upright and loyal man.

Would you like to try his hospitality?

If it's cheap.

Ah yes, because our purses are less full

than our pants.

Is this the lace line, my good masters?

Margaux girl, you don't taste masonry.

Don't follow that asparagus, my good lords.

He's a trickster, and his master is two of them.

These girls, they pretend to sell lace,

but it's something else they're selling

in their rutire-boudin cubicle.

Master, I bring you two travellers

from my country.

Come in, come in.

Here, you'll be well served.

Do you have good beds?

Nice and soft?

The best at its place.

And now, shame,

let us taste your wine.

Ah, here it is!

Ah, the scoundrel! Who are you eating from?

Devil's Tavern!

Oh, who's yelling in here?

It's always the ox that doesn't want to pay

two pennies to drink your wife's urine.

It's the wine of Epernay.

The very one you tasted.

Your beef, I think this man is right.

I like your face, Bono, you are.

Frank or green,

will you refuse to drink with me?

I'll get a cup.

No, no, no, leave it.

I serve you.

Let's drink at your inn

and your image.

Well done, Bono.

I always start by going flammer

and then cut.

I ask each of them

to cut and prepare their rooms for teaching.

Light the fire.

Put your hats on the spit. Let's go, let's go.

You hesitate to sit down, your lordships.

Where shall we sit, twelve ladies?

In an orchard,

under the whip of the alps.

In an orchard,

under the whip of the alps.

In an orchard,

under the flowers

bepin water,

we hesitate to sit down.

Allow me to offer you this corner,

my lords, constables.

There's no tepid water, but there are curtains.

Please allow me,

beautiful ladies,

to offer you the best of my wine.

Au dios,

au dios

de l'alba tantos tres.

Au dios,

au dios

de l'alba tantos tres.

Fresh water,

my sons.

Pull back the curtains, turn on the fire

and bring your wine.

Piss for our gullets

and gueufe for our balls.

So God has decided.

These are the good beds he promised us.

If my nose is anything to go by, it's probably here.

that travelers come to relieve their stomachs.

The night is short for the sleeper.

Ah!

Do you know what language these people speak?

You call that talking?

You call that a taste?

When the poor world wants to sleep!

Oh là là! Be quiet!

Their lordships are asleep.

May spring have a beautiful season!

Oh my train!

Oh my train!

Oh my train!

I'm dying!

All my blood is flowing!

Better a sliced purse strand than the blow.

Thank you Lord for saving us.

Vindieule!

Vindieule! Big cheese!

Ah! Good woman!

Don't laugh at love!

Souls don't fly out of assholes!

Otherwise we'd all be dead!

Thieves robbed us in the forest.

Oh, it would be a pity if they killed you!

Nice marmoset!

They killed him like I did!

Hot day, huh?

I'm staying here alone.

My soul lies beneath.

I buried it there. That way I can talk to him.

Oh, so he's dead?

Of course I didn't bury him alive.

I must continue on my way.

Can you look after my companion?

At home, he'll only have the sound of bells to sink his teeth into.

Goodbye, companion.

Yes, yes, go.

And may God keep you.

Farewell, beef turner.

Farewell, good woman.

Hey!

Our lord is too busy.

So watch yourself, marmoset.

In two days...

Oh, how fresh this water looks.

That I want to swim in it.

Look, the reeds are moving.

Is there anyone in the water?

Oh, no, it was the breeze.

No, no, no.

Nothing moves.

Look, there's a dress in the grass.

Ah! It's a damsel.

Girl!

Girl!

Who's calling me?

Bathers, like you.

I told you there was someone.

Where are you?

Here I am.

Girl, why are you hiding?

I was afraid of being caught like that, without a veil.

Girl!

What's your name?

Collinette.

Naturally.

I grew up near a river.

Oh, Collinette!

So be an angel.

Teach me to float like that on the river.

Give me your hands.

Don't put your feet in the water.

Ah!

Oh no, not like that!

You have to hold me whole.

It's time to get moving.

Legs and arms.

Ah!

Coming to Jesus, a snake!

Where?

In my hand, under the shadow.

She must be killed, I won't let her go.

It's not a snake.

Ah!

Hush!

He's not as strong as a boy.

I must go now. I'll say goodbye.

Well, go away.

Your hand is holding me back.

And where do you go in your great haste?

I have to be in Bourges in two days.

Say, you're going to put on some boy's clothes.

And what would I wear?

Listen to me, if you have the slightest friendship for me,

I beg you, my husband is jealous and brutal.

If he learned from sebécase that there was a man in time,

I'd be able to lock myself in,

or to fight,

or go without jam.

But this, please.

Adieu, donzelle.

Farewell, little girl.

Farewell.

But where's your horse?

Under the train of a scoundrel and my purse on his loins.

And how do you expect to get to Bourges in two days' time?

God will.

I think he did.

I can get you what you need before dark,

if you do what I tell you.

Dame Rosemonde!

Dame Rosemonde, alas,

my dress has disappeared.

So I can't make you forget your fiancée.

No.

Even hugging me,

you can only think of her.

Listen to me, Colineau,

you're a young rooster

and when the day breaks,

you have to sing.

I won't sing.

Until I found Bergamot,

I'll erase it.

My thoughts are with her.

Only my body is here.

Look at my husband

with these eyes

and all that it is,

he'll give you anything you want.

He'll be home soon

for dinner.

He's vain

and libidinous.

And that's how you'll know how to touch him.

But you've got to keep it from her

your hairy legs.

If I didn't love Bergamot so much.

I think so, I think so,

I think I'll come closer,

your dress, I'll give it to you

and you'd offer me mine

and maybe I'll love you

how I love my Bergamot.

Tesla.

I found him alone, bathing in time.

His misfortunes

and its beauty.

I know you have such a kind heart,

so generous and the spirit so luminous

and that I am myself

so simple.

I know you're the only one who can help

this poor girl.

What are his misfortunes?

Ask her, and I'll leave you to it.

Mon beau, doucire,

it seems to me

that supper is late.

But don't scare him too much.

Look at me.

A very strange look.

A witch's eye

which strangely turns me on.

I scare you and you smile.

How firm your body is,

young poulice.

Lowering.

I'll burn you.

I'll check you out,

tigress.

I will crush you.

I will pierce you.

Evil creature.

You'll drive me crazy.

What do you want from me?

You're here.

Don't worry.

He won't break down the door of his own house.

Little girl.

I know you're there.

Quick, you've given me a fever.

These are your enchanted eyes

that enchanted me.

Here, take this.

Will you also send this

and that

and that

and that again

and that and that

and that

In this trunk, you'll make rabbits.

Will you open the door for me?

Do you want to exasperate me?

You want me to bow down

and I beg you?

Here I am.

Look at that house over there.

He's a horse dealer.

You'll find what you need.

Let's go downstairs now and say goodbye.

Farewell then.

You have my purse.

And what memories would I have of you?

Your husband's hand.

I planted my teeth.

In memory of you,

there's something else I'd like

if you'd like to give it to me.

A kiss?

Yes, a kiss.

To my horse.

Because I don't kiss

men who don't love me.

Why are you taking this animal?

I was beginning to fall in love with it.

And her kiss had intoxicated me.

At last, here I am.

Two men on the gallows,

a beautiful woman at the brothel.

I'm late, I know, but now..,

let's not waste any more time.

You look thirsty.

Wood.

It's true that I'm thirsty.

Just a moment.

Find me the high peaks.

The handle fails.

Where are they? For a while.

Is it possible that I've finally reached my goal

and soon I'll be on your ass,

m'amour?

Here you are.

What are you showing me?

The matchmaker.

Dream the eye.

And...

wins end.

And Bergamot?

There isn't a woman up there.

They were bled dry when we picked them up.

Were you there?

Yes, among all these badous

who like to see death when it comes.

Dream the eye and matchmaker,

they weren't very fresh.

All the same,

the matchmaker, he screamed.

Lord Jesus, forgive me!

Misery is to blame!

What a matchmaker!

Let's take it a step further.

While you were musing,

that's what I learned.

This morning, at dawn in the forest,

while the matchmaker robbed a merchant,

to the lake

a knight

and a few scuttles.

This knight

cut them both up,

then passed them on to the guets

and put them upstairs to dry.

As for the lady,

he took him with them.

This knight

was lord of Château de Plassac,

near Angoulême.

Look at my forehead.

Will you push something?

Nothing yet!

Come on!

Farewell!

Thank you, Gagnon.

If I hadn't fought for your damsel,

I'd swing up there, too.

If you ever see her again,

tell her that Gagnon can't thank her.

I was ready to face anything

to find my bergamot.

I hadn't thought about the horns.

To take the road to Angoulême,

is there another passage than your boat?

If you don't like my boat, mate,

at Val-Lieu, you'll find a ford up the river.

In any case, there would be no other question

we were going through with this boy and his pet.

Well, that's what we did.

Let us through, my daughter. Come back and get it.

You'll be asking

if anyone ever told Bertrade

what she had to do on her boat.

Who?

To Bertrade, who is talking to you right now

and who's to say this horse

is lighter than you, holy brother.

I'm afraid the moon will find me

before I found the ford.

Don't sigh, Brother Albaret.

You're tilting the boat.

And what do you fear?

If we capsize, you'll go straight to heaven,

while I'm going to hell

against all my sins.

Lucas, will be to the travelers who will be sleeping there.

Night falls and so does the water in the sky.

We'll be able to feed them.

They have to pay for the candle.

Come in, this is where you'll sleep.

If our lord sends us sleep.

Tell me, have you had many people on your boat since this morning?

Enough to make my arms ache.

And do you remember

a knight and his retinue,

and a blonde girl?

I don't know how to cross horses and they had eight of them.

I sent them to the ford.

What are you saying?

Your horse had beautiful eyes.

So you think you saw them?

Other than that, all I saw were merchants and pilgrims.

What did the girl look like?

Blonde, just like you said.

Happy?

Or afflicted?

And why would I tell you all this?

For my horse's eyes.

Sleep, brother Alvarez.

I hear a strange noise.

A gasp.

Open up, Brother Hugo.

These are knives, very long ones.

And no wonder, he's a butcher.

Now, Brother Alvarez, let's get some sleep.

The song of your knives breaks my head.

Tomorrow, I'll visit our Capuchins.

There's a fat one I need to cut up.

And maybe I'll even cut two.

Did you hear that, Brother Hugo?

My leg broke.

Brother Hugo, what did you leave me?

In the name of our Lord.

To the divoine.

I've gone gray in the mouth.

Ah, a kaid.

He'll have no idea to look for us there.

At the source.

What's wrong with you?

You make me feel like I'm riding a dead woman.

You have time to scream, Lucas.

You've got a woman who doesn't like pleasure.

If she liked it, maybe she'd make you wear horns.

Ha, ha!

Go outside, Master Capuchin.

Today, I'll have some of your cousins.

Ha, ha!

Please.

Please.

Don't commit this great sin.

Please.

Is St. Francis punishing us for naming our pigs Capucins?

It wasn't heresy, Saint-François, it was gentement que rien.

It's just that sometimes your stumps are as big as your pigs.

Well...

Can you tell me where the road to Angoulême is?

Straight ahead.

Don't linger if you want to find your little girl, who we don't know whether she's laughing or crying.

Be neither.

We don't know if you're crying or laughing.

I'll walk with you to Angoulême and back.

I want to see a bit of my country.

Let's go.

I've never seen so many people in water.

You've never left your village. There's a lot you haven't seen.

I will.

For example, I've never seen another man.

I've never seen a naked man other than Lucas.

All black fur and gnarled like a fig tree.

So I think a naked man is ugly. Is that so?

But you, girls, I'd spoil that you've seen more than one.

Well, when I see myself naked, I think I'm even uglier than Lucas.

You looked at yourself wrong.

How would you know?

Can you see through the clothes?

Can you guess the nickname every kid has given me?

I can think of several that would look good on you.

Shirt case.

Trousse-chemise, really.

Kit...

...shirt.

Of all the shirts you've pulled, you won't be able to count mine, my boy.

And your bar won't sting me, Hornet.

You're much too naughty to be poked and prodded.

What is it?

Do I know?

Let's see.

And who is she, the one you're talking about?

It's said to come from the land of Ock.

She's come for fresh meat.

Maybe they all died somewhere in her home.

The bitch!

You'd give him a good tumble. You'd make him taste wine.

I'm sure she doesn't know what it smells like.

They call her the beautiful Arabelle.

It's not too much that she's twice as beautiful in her name.

It was my farewell, shirtless.

You've got a rough handshake.

It's not too much that she's twice as beautiful in her name.

Do you think I'd let you beat me like a sheep?

One look and you too are ready to die for this patade.

Who told you?

My heart.

And your heart?

Your eyes.

My skin is as short as a cat's tongue.

Their skin is as soft as its peel.

But their hearts are epic swine. And mine...

It's the first time I've touched a cat's tongue.

It's not that small.

You've got to be kidding me.

You help me keep my oaths, bâtelier.

You didn't stick your knife in me.

I would have planted mine.

Don't go, whoever you are.

Tell me if it's the château of the lord of Plassac that's burning.

Yeah, man.

And the lord of Plassac, where is he?

At Beelzebub's.

Or in the dungeons at Brassac, on the other side of the forest.

Oh!

Oh!

Hey!

Landine, don't you dare turn your head.

Who are you? Where are you from? Do you speak?

I'm a foreigner. I come from a rock to which, when the water fell, I clung so as not to drown.

Waiting for the day...

A rock, you say?

Some of the sharpest. I'm looking for the Château de Brassac.

Can anyone here tell me how to get there?

Château de Brassac is not far away.

My little motelette tingles around me. I'm strong enough to endure the cannon.

What are you saying, Blandine?

My asbestos rosary.

I'm exhausted!

Get this damn armor off my ass.

Well, Poupard, what do you want from us?

I want to see the lord of Brassac, who built Brassac castle.

Do your eyes hurt, Poupard?

No.

You want to see me? Well, look at me.

Easy to pierce, that skin.

My aunt?

Who told you to come here? We'll help him.

In your absence, Baron de Mirmont presented me with this gift.

He leers in contempt at this turkey. He thinks I'm going to marry him for these presents.

Oh, the wonders!

Hello, my loves!

Oh, those beautiful faces!

Beautiful papatoes!

Put them by my bed and don't forget to put water on them.

Come on!

When this louse disturbed us, we looked at each other.

So, what do you want with the Seigneur de Brassac, bird?

I want to know what an onion is to the lord of Plassac.

Poor Plassac. I took away all his loans.

Did you kill him?

Do you know that I am the most feared lord in the whole region?

I'm a foreigner.

And yet?

I'm a weak woman.

That's right.

I think old Plassac is still alive and kicking.

A Russian racket.

He got on every girl in the neighborhood.

And elsewhere.

Yes!

On his giblette, his bourguignette, his...

Bergamot.

We'll go and question Plassac after supper.

Eat this, doll.

It warms the belly.

Eat, eat. You're a skinny little thing.

That's quite a coke you've cooked there.

With three pairs of pompons.

I drink to his health.

When I eat these little bells and whistles, they go straight to my head.

For me, it doesn't go up, it goes down.

Linguet! The drum!

What a good boy.

You can only trust those who know how to eat well.

This one doesn't eat anything.

And yet she's as fat as a goose.

Greasy and flabby.

Judge for yourself.

Greasy and flabby, it's true.

Ah, how hungry I was.

There's nothing like a good, bloody, violent fight to whet the appetite.

You hardly have, my boy.

I haven't done it or seen it.

Nothing has any flavor for me.

No eating, drinking or sleeping.

As much as hearing screams.

Onwards and upwards!

I'm going to stir a little before the entremets.

Exercise brings food down.

Come here.

What do you mean?

Come and fight with me.

I'm no match for you.

I won't hurt you.

It's true that you could be broken with two fingers if you weren't careful.

Let me know.

Poupon, don't you know that women are whores and men have nothing to do with it?

I've got a lot to learn.

Well done, bird.

Tell me, do you think you and your damsel will still love each other when you meet again?

I don't know.

You're learning, tell me, that love is an invention. And that between men and women, there's only fornication.

You must not have seen women as strong as me very often.

This is the first time.

Now it's time.

Let's put it down.

Let's put it down.

Let's put it down.

Hey!

Oh!

I also took an oath of chastity.

Ah! You swear too many oaths.

You're joking, right?

Go clean yourself up, pig.

You, too, are one of those who sees everything upside down.

You think my ugly niece is beautiful. And you think I'm a toad.

Toad? No.

You're dying to see plaçaque, aren't you, bird?

I'd be a little upset if he died before I saw him.

Life, bird, is full of annoyances of all kinds. You'll find that out for yourself.

You, jump behind me.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

A lady in the morning

Said all in love

Bring me back my fireplace

Bring her back to me

Take her back to the tebars

You're so pretty. And there's no one to tell you that.

What do you say, drone?

Melitani is waiting for me.

You're so pretty. And no one tells you that. You sighed. But who, where are you hiding it?

Here.

Is it a kitten or a puppy? Let me see it, I love small animals.

I have a little beast. She's not afraid. She can't see it. Tell me, will it bite if I put my finger in it?

You can tell what she'll do.

Take a look. He doesn't bite or scold. In fact, he's just being nice.

Just a moment. A seal. I can hear scratching in there.

It's his brother.

My God, I'm doing better. I'm slipping. I'm staggering. My God, I feel you're abandoning me.

Without you, I'm too weak to fight.

I liked the little puppies. And these little kittens, even more.

Armies for my presence. A disgusting sexte. On their way like cattle.

Disgusting spectacles. Oaths. Oaths.

A truth for the young. A truth for the old.

One for the beautiful. One for the ugly.

The bull in the cage. With flat bag.

It's the one that stinks the most.

It's youth.

Just a moment.

I see, Lord, that I was mistaken. You have not abandoned me.

Good-bye to you. You bring me your credit.

Alas, no, my lord of the flat bag.

Who are you?

Perhaps you know my name. I'm Colinaud.

God has sent you to me.

So before I die, may I have your forgiveness.

Are you guilty of something?

Yes.

I wanted to be virtuous.

But I was born too voluptuous.

And Bergamot, who loved you, I took away by force.

And then, a little raped.

Is it... by force?

It feels so good to push it.

This is voluptuousness at its best.

And then what did you do with it?

When my castle was attacked, I entrusted it to two of my squires.

To take him to my brother's in Montauban.

And your forgiveness?

I'll give you that, mate.

Our Lord made you what you are.

All I had to do was make you better.

Let me into the new prisoner's home.

It's been a long time since you've been here.

Next.

Quick, follow me.

On the other side, you'll be in the moat.

Farewell.

Two big horses for one little ass.

Where are you going?

On two tired feet, I have to get to the Pays d'oche chimney.

Unfortunately, my independent spirit led me to misery.

The truth is, I'm a poet, in French as well as in Latin.

Iamb, mendicat, misere, do you hear Latin?

I forgot what little I knew.

Come on, hurry up and climb, rhymer.

Not far from Montauban, a lady said she fell in love with poets if she tasted the verses they wrote.

Unfortunately, my independent spirit led me to misery.

Is there a road behind this field?

She passes by and runs to Montauban to say she's seen you.

No offense, but I prefer your songs to your madrigals.

I don't know what time you go, I'm not happy or sad.

I'm not strange, I'm not privileged.

What whiteness! So round!

Tell us, Lord, who is the bearer of these two half-moons?

The chirping birds prevented me from hearing your approaching horses.

Don't be ashamed of your hemispheres. Man is the image of God, in front and behind.

Forgive my boldness, but what did that lady call you?

Goddess of beauty, but it's you I've come to find in this land.

Well, you found me. What's on your mind?

I've come to offer you my glasses.

Your glasses?

Because in Paris, I was told that you like poetry. And I myself am a poet.

Which way?

I think I like you. I know you do, pal, and follow me if you feel like it.

You must be feeling pretty good, having traveled so much. Do you want to go home and rest?

Kind lady, I was fortunate enough to meet a gallant young rider with two mounts,

including this one, which he hastily gave me himself, at the Château de Ménil-Plassac,

and half his heart, which had been removed.

Beaucire, listen carefully. I think he's going to give us an anatomical account of you.

A thousand hardships he endured that he counted on me to find his beloved.

But after those hard days, happiness was finally within his grasp.

Poet, it seems to me you've already written a song about it.

Madame, your subtle ears.

At Château de Ménil-Plassac, you say?

Young, handsome, gallant, brave and loyal.

Let's take a look at this marvel.

You must help us, gallant cavalier.

One of our companions fell off her horse and hurt herself. It's over there, in the meadow.

I'll be right behind you.

Here it is.

She is unconscious.

We must bring it back to this castle. We can neither lift it nor carry it away.

Do you think she's seriously injured?

Take me home, Lord, without hurting me.

Please have mercy on me, Lord. I'm going to die. I'm going to die laughing at the sight of such a bonnet.

If you had felt how his faithful heart beat.

Farewell, bird.

Farewell, bird. I promise not to tell you about the beating of yours.

What is this tu, pray? We didn't herd sheep together, as far as I know.

Of course not. Sheep herders in our part of the world have pink complexions.

And I have a greenish glow. I know you do.

No, not water. But there's another way to get pink.

And that is? I'm curious, really.

Uncross your legs more often.

You big, fat, bloated ass, with your goddamn stuffing.

Bastards!

Do they cut themselves?

No harm done!

Rely on the famillier!

Here!

This way!

Is this really the château of the lord of Plassac?

This pin will drive us mad.

Dame, is this the château of the Seigneur de Plassac?

That's the one.

And the lord of Plassac, where is he?

That's him over there.

My little pin, please come!

Messire, I've come to bring you news of your brother.

There he goes! He's entering the castle!

Come on!

May God see it and move us there!

You are the brother of the Seigneur de Plassac, aren't you?

I know it!

They're cut!

It's not for box trees, ovens or squirrels.

How silly that we were sent to humiliate ourselves on that day!

Your brother, Messire, was brought to you by his squires, a fillesse.

Stop buzzing in my ears!

These demon dogs are useless!

I'm warning you, redhead! I'm going at it again tomorrow!

Light the candles, drinker! My throat is dry!

You who bet on my brother, come here!

And you too, Granny!

And you too, Mom!

How the wolf has fallen for your husband!

So I won't be getting the wolf at the bottom of my cheeks, as you promised.

Quite a guy, huh?

You'll have to make me forget him tonight, Grandma.

It seems to me, God knows why, that you've already forgotten.

Magician!

Grandma, there's a stranger here with news about my brother.

I want nothing to do with this gargoyle.

Come on, come on, Grandma.

Let's be welcoming hosts.

Welcome, stranger.

So, how are we doing, brother?

Good or bad, I don't know. Death has taken him.

Yes, she's taken him to hell, that's for sure.

We'll count what happened after dinner.

So, stranger, Granny, stay close to him and give him a drink.

How are you?

Fine, thank you.

So do I.

What did it do for you?

What can I say?

Do you like this wine?

It's very good.

You...

I...

You should have come earlier.

Colino...

I've waited a long time for you.

Besides, I thought you'd forgotten about me.

Another loved me.

Little by little, I liked it too.

Why are you laughing?

Because...

Because to find you, I've faced a thousand dangers.

And that...

And that you find me married.

And that you don't love me anymore.

And I...

And neither did I.

Today, we can't get out of it.

I wouldn't have said a word.

He was a runaway...

who wanted to know the love game.

One day, she found milk.

I showed him a couple of tricks.

He was a runaway.

He was happy that together, we had stopped loving each other.

If not, one or the other...

could have cried.

We've lost our way, my friend.

And I think we're going to spend the whole night in the rain.

You'll get the hang of it, mate.

I certainly wouldn't be so lucky if I took a second one.

Her lover asks her where we're going.

He keeps the bed, and he can do no more harm than anyone else.

That's why I won't marry you.

Even if I loved you.

This is not the case.

One, two, three.

The storm is receding.

See what this horse wants.

It's a sealed horse, ma'am.

He must have been afraid of the storm and threw his rider off.

Take torches and bodies and try to find this traveler who may be injured.

See, gentlemen, your horse.

Well?

Didn't you find anything?

So done.

Hop over here, duckling.

Dry your feathers and look after your paw.

Trousse-chemise was his nickname.

Before he could say, say, say.

Trousse-chemise was his nickname.

Before he could say his name.

Ah, Colineau, my dear.

Of your adventures, I have made a song that this gallant company has honored me with a great taste.

Good-looking, ugly child.

Bigger than milk, not too ugly.

It's a horse.

It's a balm I make myself with plants from the forest.

It soothes pain and inflammation.

I don't think it's broken.

Where is the greatest pain?

Higher up?

Or lower?

No higher, no lower. It's not that leg.

You only have two.

So that's the one.

This one, however, may be broken.

What a splash!

I wish you could forget your oaths and light your little log on fire like before.

By the way, did you find your beloved? Let me finish my song.

Well, I...

Let me guess.

When hole chemit, revitit sa bergamot,

another, in his hand, held the small lump

that Colineau had bid on and screwed.

It was under other fingers that his clod vibrated.

Her belly was warming up under other relaxers

and no longer wanted Colineau or his heap.

The loss of this soft, well-cut cushion

didn't make him cry at all

because on its way... on its way...

on his way he had met skirts and petticoats that hid some

many others that he was eager to...

taste.

Don't look at us with those eyes. This cushion is not for you.

Why not?

I see you know less about love than my doggy style.

I'll tell you the story of a shepherd turned gallant knight

by the love he had for a lady.

My name is Robinette Croque-Chaton and I'm a very pretty boy.

That's right.

And between my legs I have a beautiful cob that I haven't used for too long.

and I'd like someone to pick it.

Who was it?

A very beautiful, very pale lady who, in my opinion, doesn't spread her legs often enough.

Don't you know, you big oaf, that love has its laws?

Tell me quickly, I'll do whatever it takes because I can feel my cob growing

and that soon, due to the weight involved, I'll fall on my nose.

But winning a lady's love can take years.

Several years? But by then, I'll have three feet.

We'll have to compose a thousand songs in her honor,

shine in war and tournament,

do a thousand other beautiful things before you come to lay your glory at the feet of your lady

who will then reward you.

Good evening, croque-chaton.

See you tomorrow, friend.

See you tomorrow, friend.

Forgot to lock?

No, I haven't forgotten.

You smell a bit like crotin, croque-chaton.

But I still want you.

Take off your clothes so I can see if I like everything about you.

Are your feet crooked? Why do you hide them?

You were out of my mind.

They're dirty, my twisted weights.

It's crooked, but not dirty.

Sit next to me.

We mustn't let ourselves be carried away like animals.

You have to decide what you're going to do.

What do you want to do first, croque-chaton?

Two things.

Many things together.

With one hand, surround you.

On the other, to caress you.

And kiss your lips.

From the third.

With my mouth.

What about me?

With one hand, caress me.

Where you have nothing.

Where I live, there's something.

Here?

Yes.

Leave it on the bed.

We'll find a use for it.

What's next?

Now I won't do the door because I'd like to go home with you.

Can't you do anything else?

I played the panpipes.

Now's the time.

Small earth scraper,

don't you know that every part of our body

can be used for love?

And what about the ears?

We thrill them with words.

And also,

like this.

She was born?

With sweet scents, we excite her.

What is it?

Don't you recognize the sweet scent of pepper?

I vibrated your buttocks.

Deliciously.

I see you don't know what you mean anymore,

since you know the pleasure there is in pain.

What do you think?

I'm saying it hurt.

The pain has to be great for the pleasure to be great.

I'll do anything to please you.

You hurt me.

Look at me.

No, lower.

I've never burned so much.

From head to toe.

We were at the nest.

The eyes,

are moved by the sight.

The mouth,

the heart,

if you touch my breast,

my heart feels nothing.

And to touch my heart,

other paths are needed.

If you want me to give myself to you,

I'll have to love you,

first.

In the meantime,

let's sleep, crunch-catatons.

You're happy to feel it, Grandma.

Yes.

Okay, Thibault.

Oh, good morning, goddess of beauty.

I just woke up.

Tell me, have you seen Colino?

Yes, I've seen it.

I saw him and he left.

He's gone, leaving me a song for you

for which I am currently composing the music.

Why don't you sing it?

I'm gone, Grandma,

while you were sleeping.

The worms are weak, you'll see.

I think I love you,

it seems to me that you love me.

But now, Grandma, I know

that love is an uncertain thing

on which, on which

you can fool yourself.

But if you think I love you,

if you think you love me,

take your turn on the road.

And if you persevere, mamou,

we'll meet again one day.

And when we meet again,

if we still seem to love each other,

if we still seem to love each other,

when we meet again,

it may be, it may be

that we'll love each other.

It may be, it may be

that we love each other.