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-Aurilly! -Yes, my lord?

Look! I think someone is there!

Yes, Monseigneur - they are armed and want to attack us, as it seems.

Do you wish to name yourself or to hide your identity?

Let us enter, Aurilly - easier to withstand an ambush on the inside.

But who can promise that no enemies are lurking behind this door?

-Enough waiting, messieurs, let`s attack! -Damn it!

Death to him! Kill him!

-Devil! -Lord!

Did I hear right?

Did you threaten to kill the heir to the French throne, Quelus?

My lords... The duke of Anjou!

Based on the novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

Episode 2

Monseigneur! Forgive us - it was just in jest! We mistook you...

In jest? Hm! You have a strange way of jesting, monsieur d`Epernon!

If it is not me, whom did you intend to run through with a sword in jest?

Monseigneur, we saw St. Luc leave the palace and go in this direction!

We wanted to find out why a husband would leave his bride right on the first wedding night.

-St Luc? You mistook me for St. Luc? -Yes, Monseigneur! Yes...

I hope Monseigneur would not ever think that we could conceive of something evil against him!

We would not dare to interrupt Your Highness` entertainment.

Farewell, messieurs!

Monseigneur, as you know, we can keep things to ourselves.

What do you mean? Who demands that you keep silent?

-Yes, Monseigneur, but we thought... -You thought wrong!

This is what you should think as to why I was here at this late hour:

I came here to get advice of a Jew, Manasses,

who can make predictions reading glass and coffee grounds.

This is what you should think. And, above all, this is what you should say!

On this note I will take my leave - no need to accompany me, sirs.

Damn it, all this is your fault, Quelus! You kept saying it was him!

And if it had been him? We would have lost him for sure!

We will go back now, Monseigneur. I noticed that they returned to their hiding place.

-So what? -Of course, I will obey any order of Your Highness`.

-But it would be better to return to the palace. -What?

Please understand, Monseigneur - I am accompanying the first prince, heir to the crown!

-And how many wish to see you robbed of it! -Yes...

Damn it, though! How annoying to interrupt the game!

We can just postpone it.

-Fine. And are you certain that the door opened? -Of course, Monseigneur!

-By the way, did you close it afterwards? -What, door?

Yes!

Of course, Monseigneur!

Here is the key!

I think that this time we are really in trouble! He will tell the king for sure!

I do not think so. He would have to explain what he were doing in St. Antoine`s at this hour!

-This time it`s him! -But wait, this one is alone!

-He would not take such a risk! -You do not know Bussy!

He would come alone even if he knew the devil himself was waiting in an ambush! It`s him!

To arms! Get your swords out! Follow me! Death to him! Kill him!

Such fine company! So is this how it goes, messieurs?

This is that wild animal, that boar you wanted to hunt?

Well, you do show me some respect at least. You are four and I am alone.

No one was keeping you from taking your friends here. But you chose your fate!

But you are being impolite, monsieur Bussy! Talking to us from your horse while we are on foot!

Don`t you think it impolite, messieurs?

Messieurs! You will pay dearly for this!

My friends! Please let me cut up this boar myself!

-Are you ready, monsieur? -Yes.

-I regret this! Who is next? -Me, sir! Defend yourself!

Is this all?

How is it going? Monsieur Quelus, I have been waiting for you!

-Maybe we should rest? -Damn the rest!

Monsieur Schomberg, today you surprise me! You do not tire!

-And yet I will cut you up, little boar! -Please try!

And now I will pay back my debt, monsieur Bussy!

-Where are you going? -I am here! Here, monsieur de Schomberg!

-Did you get some rest, monsieur Quelus? -You will see, you insolent man!

Forgive me!

Get him, Schomberg!

Got him!

He escaped!

Open the door! Let us in! Where is your famed bravery now?!

-Quelus, let me! Open, you scoundrel! -Shut up, all of you!

We will meet again, Bussy!

Is this all? Have I finally arrived?

Yes, monsieur, You may remove the blindfold.

-Aha! You are injured, monsieur! -Who are you?

Get out! Go to hell!

-Well well! We will try to sew it up! -Monsieur!

-Is the wound very grave? -Another minute, madame, and I will be able to answer.

Francois! Francois!

Damn it! What does all this mean?

Who dragged me here?

I think the one who ran you through with the sword is the same one who dragged you here.

For the guards to find you more easily. At least I think so!

It was I who found him! Monsieur, I found you!

You were lying hereabout all alone and as cold as a corpse!

Even colder!

-Devil! -Do not, my son!

Do not mention the horned one with such a hole in your doublet!

My brother, I think I should do my duty.

Which duty?

I don`t... Ah, which? Err... To accept your last confession.

I do not understand.

What is your name, Father?

M-me? I am Brother Gorenflot! An alms c-collector from the m-monastery of St. Genevieve.

And... Was a young doctor here?

He was here... Or not? Err... He must be raving!

My son, I have been thinking - now is the high time for a confession!

Brother Gorenflot, I promise you, when it is my time to confess, I will find you.

I am unlikely to find a vessel more suited for my sins.

But for now, I have worldly worries. I am extremely cold, for one.

I would like to get back to my palace.

-You may dispose of me and my horse! -Please bring me home as fast as possible.

Here, I have some golden ecu in my purse - they are yours!

-They are ours, we understand that! Ours! -What is happening here?

Hey, Mariquita, have some respect, they are for everyone!

Oh Lord, how pretty he is! Are you hurting, monsieur?

-Who are you... my lovely one? -My name is Maria, but some call me Mariquita.

Mariquita...

I work for maitre Bonnome in the Horn of Plenty tavern.

And what is it that you do there?

I bring wine and roasted lamb to customers... And then I dance and sing!

And how well does she sing! It is a pity you will not hear!

My lovely one, do you know how to tell fortunes?

Of course I do!

Then tell me, was it a dream or truth that I saw last night?

Monsieur, I do not know what you saw last night. But I can tell you one thing...

-Fall in love - and you will be loved in return! -Mariquita, stop! Only one thing on your mind!

-Monsieur, where should we deliver you? -The Bussy palace.

Aha, are you one of Bussy`s people?

-I myself am Bussy. -Bussy?!

You?! He is Bussy! Bussy - it is him! The brave Bussy! Carry him!

Carry him! He is that same Bussy! The very same.

But if it is that ruffian Bussy, now I understand why he refused to confess! Long live Bussy!

Well.

Drink this, monsieur.

-You are the best of all doctors, old man! -To you, maybe.

I started practicing on you when you injured your nose and knees falling from a toy horse.

I do remember that! Thank you.

-Do you gather this wound could cause delusions? -Certainly! Such an injury always causes fever!

With a wound such as this, you could have seen anything -

... ladies, portraits, blindfolded physicians. Even saints or prophets!

-And who bandaged the wound then, Jerome? -I do not know.

I admit, the bandage was masterfully tied. But everything else is a delusion of a fevered mind!

-Damn! Was everything merely ravings after all? -Of course!

Ravings! Is it possible for a portrait to leave its frameto converse with a blindfolded doctor?!

No, it is merely I who went mad.

Oh Jerome, and yet... that lady in my dream was sublime!

Jerome, she was sublime, I swear! Let us attempt again...

-Then speak. -I was at St. Luc`s ball.

St. Luc warned me that I may be ambushed that night.

Riberac, Antraguet and Livarot were with me, I left them and went alone.

At the Tournelles I noticed people waiting for me in an ambush. They attacked me and we fought, I escaped to a house... stairs...

Stairs... Then I felt unwell and then... Damn it! And then! Then!

-I remember nothing! -This is natural!

Listen, Jerome, listen! Is it possible that my ravings started before that door - and there was no staircase or portrait!

All too possible.

But wait! Maybe those scoundrels, assuming me dead, carried me to the crossroads...

... in order to confound likely witnesses!

Was it like this, Jerome? If this is true and they are responsible for this fevered dream that causes me such anguish...

... I swear by all saints I will tear them apart, all of them!

My lord, if you excite yourself excessively, your wound will re-open and you might die!

Jerome! Am I then to spend a fortnight indoors because of a scratch, same as last time?

-I do not know, sir - let us see how it goes. -Jerome!

My lord, you would not be able to take a single step the way you are now! -What?!

-You think I would not?! -Yes!

Your hand then!

-Good! Are you standing then? -Yes. -Then take some steps towards me.

-Incredible, my lord! -Listen, Jerome.

You know, I will recuperate much faster if I do not stay indoors with you, but go outside.

Or visit friends, Jerome!

I am not certain. But if you do not ride for ten miles...

I could though!

If you will not be run through by a sword again today...

-This will not happen, Jerome! -Are you sure?

-I will only visit St. Luc. I swear I owe him a debt. -Then do as you please.

Thank you, old man!

-Orville! A doublet and my rapier! -Yes, my lord.

Wait for me here.

Good day, madame de St. Luc!

Welcome, monsieur de Bussy.

Al-although I assume you brought unhappy news.

Please explain, my lady, how your humble servant may be a harbinger of doom in this house.

Monsieur de Bussy, everybody knows you are a daring man...

... but I believed you had a good heart.

Now I understand that I was wrong. You are heartless!

You dared to enter this house - I am only receiving you because I need to hear the truth!

-Truth? I do not understand you, madame. -I am ready to hear it, no matter how terrible!

-Monsieur Bussy, what happened to my husband? -Madame, what is the matter?!

-Where is St. Luc? -St. Luc?!

What happened to him?

Yesterday, he left the wedding to accompany the king to the Louvre.

And he has not returned!

Incredible, St. Luc did not spend the night at home... But what is my fault in this?

Your fault? I don`t know, maybe, after taking leave of the king, he then met you?

You discussed something with him at the ball - was it a duel?

He did not fight, our dear St. Luc - at least not with me.

And you can swear that you did not fight my husband?

My lady, I am not used to my words being doubted, but if you insist...

I solemnly swear that should Jeanne de St. Luc prove that I killed her husband in a duel...

I promise to marry her myself to replace her loss.

Monsieur de Bussy! How cruel you are! You laugh while I am afflicted by sorrow.

But it seems I did not err in you...

... as you would not be so careless if you knew that something terrible befell him.

-My lady, I am certain that no misfortune befell him. -But where is he then?

-In the Louvre. -Do you think so?

I am certain - after entering Louvre St. Luc found himself unable to leave.

But my father and I were in the Louvre...

- they did not let us in and claimed that St. Luc had not appeared there!

And this convinces me even more that monsieur St. Luc is in the Louvre.

-How strange! -Nothing strange about it, my lady.

This is just something the king would do!

And, if you wish, you may find out for yourself - do you want to see him?

Why ask a question to which you know the answer? I would give anything to see him!

-But is it at all possible? -Only St. Luc`s wife is forbidden to enter.

But you... You are twenty years old, with lovely eyes and a slim figure.

If you do everything as I instruct, you will soon see your husband.

I will do anything you require of me, monsieur Bussy.

Orville!

-I am here, my lord! -Orville, undress.

Yes, my lord!

Then, Monseigneur, all is decided. St. Genevieve`s monastery - I will apprise you of the day.

You are truly a great Huntsman, monsieur de Monsoreau!

I promise that your talent and achievements will receive all due recognition should fate grant me the chance.

Provided you do not bring me misfortune and ruin.

Monseigneur, you rate my achievements too highly - I am merely a messenger!

But I see you are young, strong and handsome - I see you on the throne of France! -Quiet!

But it is true! Only a shadow separates you from this high calling - and it must disperse at first breath!

Monseigneur, Louis de Clermont, Comte de Bussy.

What?!

Pray forgive me, count. He should not see you here.

Please leave the palace through the main chambers.

Monseigneur!

-Bussy! -Please be careful, Your Highness.

-Careful, as I am injured. -Of course, forgive me! Take a seat, do!

I heard this terrible news! But I was told your wound was mortal!

-And I have just intended to visit you! -Yes... yesterday you placed me in a fine trap.

After the ball at St. Luc`s I got into a veritable bloodshed!

But why were you alone?

I wanted to preserve my reputation, Monseigneur.

But they did succeed in wounding you!

I do not wish to give anyone a cause for celebration...

But I received an excellent rapier blow! It went right through...

-I swear, they will pay dearly for your blood! -No need for oaths, Your Highness.

-A prince`s word! -Your word always costs me so much.

Fine.

I will prove it to you immediately.

Come with me to the Louvre and you will see.

-What will I see, Your Highness? -How I will talk to my brother.

I swear you will be content.

Then let us go to the Louvre! Although, should we run afoul of the Mignons I will...

No! I will take revenge myself.

Your Highness, maybe I should not appear in the Louvre after all?

No, Bussy, you will accompany me. It is a matter of principle!

Monseigneur, and if the king is undergoing one of his fits of piety?

Then the gate to the Louvre will be closed!

It does not matter - do not forget that I am the king`s favourite brother!

-Please forgive me, my lord - one minute! -What is it, Bussy?

He, that is one of my pages there!

Come here, Jean! Yes, right here!

-What are you doing here, lazybones? -Er, my lord...

Do not bother lying, I know exactly you are looking for one of your current lady friends!

But I will ruin this pastime for you! Give me your hand! And you there help him!

This is much better!

Open the gate! Monseigneur! Please proceed, Your Highness!

Well, my dear page - you were scared, but we are entering Louvre easily!

The Lord helped us.

-Your Highness, His Majesty is expecting you. -My thanks! I take my leave of you now.

Let us go.

Your Highness, you will be causing an uproar in front of the king, but I...

-I have to exchange some words with a friend. -Are you leaving me then?

Do not worry, I will appear right in the middle - just scream loudly enough for me to hear you!

For if I don`t hear you, I will not be able to aid you, Your Highness!

Please proceed! Aha, so this is how it is?

Well-well! I think, dear St. Luc, that your mind has deteriorated after marriage!

If only you knew to which extent I am fed up with your foolish jokes, Chicot!

I have barely started! Think of chess and not of your oh so lovely little wife!

Like this? Wise move!

Monsieur Bussy, where are we headed?

We are almost there!

-Wait for me here, Jeanne. -How, you are leaving me alone?

-I must prepare the stage for your appearance! -Yes, but... -Wait here! Sit.

Monsieur Bussy, I am afraid...

Hm? Someone is trying to break into this monk`s cell!

It`s a ghost.

-There are plenty of them in the Louvre! -How interesting! Who is there?

-Oh, monsieur de Bussy! -Oh, monsieur Chicot!

Monsieur de Bussy, our servants have been talking of little else but your death recently!

This is excellent news, monsieur Chicot - this means I am again popular in the Louvre!

But to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? Did you reconsider about His Majesty`s service?

No, monsieur Chicot - I already belong to the house of Clermont and have no wish to belong to someone else.

-I am so content being my own master! -Of course, you are already in the duke of Anjou`s service!

How is our poor king worse?

I think you would understand, monsieur Chicot - I cannot become king, but the duke can.

And then I will be the king`s king. Do you understand me, monsieur Chicot?

I am here on business. Monsieur St. Luc did me a great favour yesterday, I would like to thank him.

I hope you will allow me to interrupt his imprisonment.

St. Luc did a favour to a man from the duke of Anjou`s retinue?

Chicot, have you heard of it? No, monsieur! Then you eat his majesty`s bread for nothing!

Monsieur de Bussy, who is this?

-Where? -At the window!

What is with your sight, monsieur Chicot? This is my page!

Page? Page! Are you encroaching on our royal prerogatives, Louis de Clermont?

-How so, monsieur Chicot? -Frittering away your money on some boys!

Fine! Feel free to express your gratitude until the guards arrive.

-And I will go see what my poor king is doing. -Thank you, monsieur Chicot!

-Ah, monsieur de Bussy! -In the flesh, dear St. Luc!

No need for ceremony, please stay seated.

I am so glad to see you! So, what happened to you? Tell me!

Firstly, I would like to thank you for the favour you rendered yesterday.

-No gratitude required. Please sit. -Thank you.

Well-well. Page!

I am afraid this page might have trouble closing the upper five buttons on his doublet!

-I am glad to see you alive! -My thanks!

I felt terrible thinking you would be killed like a boar! I believed you died!

I very nearly did! Although, in such matters, this "nearly" can be decisive! -Oh yes!

How did you survive then?

That incompetent Schomberg, after injuring my horse...

Did not think of cutting away my rapier! Firstly, his thigh was the worse for it.

Secondly, d`Epernon`s little wing! And Quelus should thank the hard bones of his head.

Not a great many heads can take a blow like this one!

But I am here on another errand.

You are very bored here, are you not?

Royally!

And this hits the nail on the head. Just ask Chicot! By the way, as of this morning I am tired of him.

I asked him to exchange a few rapier blows, but this good-for-nothing looked so funny when angry that I burst out laughing!

I would be careful with such jokes, St. Luc - Chicot is one of the best swordsmen in France!

Yes, I do understand that you are bored in your cage - but believe me, dead you will be even more bored!

You think? I, on the other hand, am not so certain.

I assure you, Sire, d`Epernon, Schomberg, Maugiron and Quelus were waiting in ambush at the Tournelles!

-Who told you that? -I saw them myself, with my own eyes!

-You saw at night? It is as dark as a chimney! -Yes, but it was not their faces I recognized!

-How did you recognize them then? -By voice!

-Did they talk to you? -If only! They mistook me for Bussy and attacked!

-Attacked you?! -Yes, me.

And what brought you to the gates of St. Antoine?

-What does it matter? -I am just curious.

-I was on my way to Manasses... -Manasses? The usurer?

-Yes. You visit Ruggieri! -I am free to visit whoever I like, I am king.

-And I repeat - Bussy challenged them! -Bussy?

-Yes. -Where did he do it?

-At St. Luc`s ball. -Hm, Bussy challenged four at once, yes?

-Sire, Bussy is brave, but not insane! -I swear by all saints that I witnessed it myself!

I trust that Bussy to do anything! You are describing him as an innocent lamb!

But he wounded Schomberg`s thigh, d`Epernon`s arm and nearly killed Quelus!

Is that right? He did not tell me! I will congratulate him when I see him next.

And I... have no intention of congratulating him! I will punish that insolent man for this!

Unfortunately I must leave you now, dear St. Luc! Some matters require my presence elsewhere.

Pity, Bussy!

But I would like to return a favour as a sign of my gratitude and respect.

Yes? What is it?

To alleviate boredom, I would leave you... my page. -What?! -Do not refuse, he is a lovely boy!

-Bussy, I hate pages, offer him to the king! -Do not resist, just try - you will like him!

-Bussy, it is cruel of you to tease me! -Oh Lord, the St. Luc family will drive me insane with their accusations!

-I know what you need, St. Luc! -Bussy, no! -Yes! -No! -Yes!

Jeanne!

Oh Lord, faster!

-My love! -Oh Lord, Jeanne?!

-Well, monsieur de St. Luc? Should I send him back? -No! Not for anything!

Bussy, I swear to be your friend for ever.

-What is happening there? -The king and the duke are tearing each other apart.

I think the spectacle must be fascinating! I should hurry if I don`t want to miss anything.

-Farewell, dear St. Luc! -We are very grateful to you!

My lady, it is I who owes you a debt.

You allowed me a prank over which all of Europe will be laughing for a while.

-And do not forget me in your prayers! -This I can promise!

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