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You gave de Guise an army of resilient, battle-seasoned soldiers!

An army capable of obliterating twenty armies of the League!

And should de Guise once take it into his head...

... to become the king of France in truth...

He only has to turn his trumpeters towards Paris and give the "Advance!" command!

And he will do it, I know him.

You forgot one thing...

Oh great politician!

What? Is there a fourth king?!

No!

You forgot that before one can even dream of the French throne...

... it would be prudent to turn and count one`s ancestors!

When such ideas occur to my own brother, it is understandable -

As this is a matter of primogeniture only!

But the duke de Guise...

Dear friend, refresh your knowledge of heraldry!

Try to remember which line is older - the Lilies of France or the Thrushes of Lorraine!

And this is where you are wrong.

As these thrushes are aiming to fly as high as Caesar`s eagle!

Take a look at this.

So... What now, Henri?

They left us in the dust... Us and our lilies!

Based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

Episode 14

Where did you find this genealogy?

Under the pillow... of a certain lawyer from Normandy.

Tell me the lawyer`s name.

His name was Nicholas David.

His place of residence?

He was staying in Lyon.

Who took this from him?

A good friend of mine.

-What does that friend do? -Preach.

-A monk then. -Yes.

-And the name of that monk? -Gorenflot.

What have you just said?!

That vile Liguist making disgusting speeches in the Abbey and on the streets?

Remember Brutus, who also pretended to be insane.

So the monk extracted from under the lawyer`s pillow...

Extracted? Tore it from him by force!

-From Nicholas David, that brawler? -Yes, from him!

And, following such a great deed, he did not come to me for a reward?

Your Majesty, he returned to his Abbey - humbly and in secret.

Well well...

-Chicot! -Yes, Your Majesty?

I give you my word...

... that that man will receive an abbey as soon as a prior`s office is available.

Thank you, Your Majesty!

Meridor

Dearest Diana, I am so happy! We are reunited!

Feels the same as when we were little!

Everything here is familiar - the same flowers, paths, my favourite river.

-The birdsong... Oh, how lovely! -Yes.

Ah, dear heart - you still have not told me what happened in Paris, do tell!

There is little to tell, I am just glad to have returned home.

You, glad? And why those bruised, sad eyes?

Sleepless nights are a known cause of these!

And why are you so unsmiling? Diana, sister, I am certain you have things to tell me!

No, you are wrong...

So, does this mean you are happy with monsieur de Monsoreau?

Why do you speak of that man?

And now you seem angry again...

By the way, your father told me that monsieur de Bussy...

... took a great interest in your fate!

Monsieur de Bussy - one of the most prominent courtiers!

An exceptionally charming and intelligent man, writing great sonnets to boot.

And also the bravest knight I know of - with the exception of St. Luc, of course!

Enough!

Monsieur de Bussy must have forgotten me.

It was for the best - there are so many lovely ladies at court!

And I am nothing but a common provincial.

I proved myself unworthy of happiness.

I was a coward!

You, a coward?! You, my brave Diana? I will never believe that!

Yes, Jeanne, I was cowardly.

I allowed my marriage to be formally announced.

I was presented as the countess de Monsoreau to the entire court.

Had I truly loved...

Would I have allowed that? But I had no choice.

The scandal might have dishonoured my father`s name.

You are lying to yourself!

Yes, you are right, Jeanne.

I am deceiving myself to avoid thinking of something even worse...

Of what?

Diana, my friend, what is the matter with you?

He does not love me anymore.

This cannot be right! Why are you inventing such nonsense?

It is the truth, Jeanne.

He knew I did not love Monsoreau, but did not even attempt to retain me.

You do not even believe this yourself! You know it is the opposite, hypocrite!

Easy for you to say.

Monsieur de St. Luc married you against the king`s wishes!

He abducted you, and you are paying him with your love for royal disfavour.

An ample compensation, believe me!

Jeanne, but he knows everything.

-Who? -Monsieur de Bussy.

I confided in him.

You did well! Monsieur de Bussy of all people can be trusted!

I told you how he helped St. Luc and myself.

Do not mock me, please.

You do not know how it feels...

He knew I was leaving Paris!

While on the road, I believed to hear his horse pursuing us at all times.

I was hoping he would stop me, but alas...

I am certain he does not even remember me.

Look, Diana! Someone is coming!

I knew I would find you here!

The baron is hunting a stag.

You know, he seems to have become 20 years younger.

Young enough to remarry!

No more foolishness from you!

Angers

We have reached Angers, dear Remy!

We will stay here.

And what of Meridor?

Meridor is just a short ride away.

I will head there as soon as we find lodgings.

Are you feeling well?

Excellent, count, excellent!

Then onwards!

Louvre

Monsieur Chief Huntsman!

You seem worried, by what?

Yes, I am indeed worried.

The fate of my master, the duke of Anjou, is a cause of great concern to me.

In unruly times like ours, princes should not be on the road without good guards!

Yes! Although the prince is very brave...

I could even say... fearless!

Of course, most certainly!

To be honest, I have no less reason to worry about him than you do.

Whom do you mean?

His Highness!

Him? Why?

Monsieur de Monsoreau, do you not know what... people say?

That he left?

That he died!

Died?

But you yourself told me he had gone on a journey!

Oh, monsieur de Monsoreau, I am so gullible that I could accept as true...

... any nonsense I am told!

But this time I have every reason to believe that even if he is on a journey...

... it is the journey to his maker!

My God, whoever put such gloomy ideas into your head?

-Yesterday he returned to the Louvre. -So?

But no one saw him leave!

Leave where?

Leave the Louvre!

But Aurilly, where is he?

Disappeared!

-And the prince`s people, his servants? -Disappeared, all of them! Gone!

This must be one of your pranks, monsieur Chicot, is it not?

Monsieur de Monsoreau, ask the king about this.

Oh, one does not simply ask questions of kings!

Rather the opposite - depends on how you do it. Ask him!

No matter what, I cannot remain clueless... About my master`s fate, of course.

I thank you.

Is His Majesty in his chambers? I must report on my progress...

His Majesty has just left to visit the duke of Anjou.

So the duke of Anjou is alive?!

I suspect that now... he is as good as dead!

You know, Maugiron, our friend Henri de Valois is truly a great politician!

Yes.

He was aware of the conspiracy, but was hiding it well.

-Which can mean that he was afraid... -Yes?

Now that he uncovered the conspiracy, he must no longer be afraid of it.

-Quite logical! -If so, he will punish the conspirators!

They will be put on trial.

Certainly!

This should make for a lovely spectacle!

But, if I were him, I would not spare noble heads.

I would make one of them bleed... or even a few of them!

One for certain!

And then I would drown all the small fry in the Seine -

And when I say "small fry", I mean favourites and lute players!

Do not react, Aurilly!

None of this can apply to me and, as a consequence, to my people.

Princes are not mocked in France!

Of course not! What is done to them is far more serious...

Princes tend to be beheaded here!

You are a true fountain of knowledge, Maugiron!

I so enjoy talking to you.

-Sire, I appeal to your sense of justice! -Here you are, Quelus! You look wonderful.

-Thank you! -A true joy to behold.

And you, Maugiron, are you well?

I feel like I am dying of boredom, Sire.

When I agreed to guard your brother, I believed him more interesting.

Such a tedious prince!

Have you heard, Your Majesty?!

Is it with the king`s permission that your brother is being insulted?

Be quiet, monsieur.

If the one guilty of treason is my brother, his guilt doubles!

Do our family quarrels require any witnesses?

You are right, monsieur. Friends, do leave us for a minute.

Let me talk to my brother.

I have been waiting for this moment with utmost impatience!

So have I.

Sit!

So... you have designs on my crown.

You made the League your weapon and are aiming for the throne.

You were anointed as king in one of this city`s vile back streets...

You are not giving me an opportunity to speak in my defense!

What for?

For you to lie?

Well, speak then.

Tell me why you are a traitor. And even worse - a failure at that!

Brother, why are you hurling all these insults at me?

You have been conspiring against me, same as you used to do against Charles!

But last time you used the help of the king of Navarre...

And now you are resorting to the help of de Guise!

You will not be the cause of my downfall, Francois!

I would love for you to face me alone...

With a sword in your hand.

I beat you at the game of cunning and deceit -

In an honest fight I would have killed you even faster than that.

Do not even think of fighting me anymore...

As, from now on, I will act as a king...

As a master, as a tyrant, and at the faintest shadow of suspicion...

... I will extend my hand to you, worm, and throw you under the executioner`s axe!

So, this means that merely on suspicion that feels more like a nighmare than reality...

... I am out of favour with you.

Even worse - you must stand trial in front of me!

Farewell, Francois.

Messieurs!

His Highness the duke of Anjou asked that I give him the opportunity...

... to reflect during the night upon the answer he promised to provide in the morning.

You are to leave him alone and visit from time to time.

Do not be too soft on him.

Remember that this is a prisoner and you act as his guards!

Your Majesty! Allow me to bring my servants and friends here at least?

I am leaving you mine - to my own detriment!

Meridor

Oh Lord!

It is you...

-How could you be here?! -Diana, let us go outside, it drives me insane!

-We should not, it is a terrible thing, count! -I love you, I worship you, I swear!

I would die for you - I know you love me too, but if you bid me to leave...

...I will obey! I promise that I will leave and you will never see me again.

No! Do not leave, I cannot bear to lose you!

I am yours - if not by law, then by choice!

Louvre

Take this, doggy, eat!

Eat! Have some drink with that... You do not want? Then I will drink!

Come here! A small snack... You still refuse? Then I will get that snack...

Get up, d`Epernon!

I do not want to visit that traitor anymore!

I have had enough of waking up every four hours...

I agree!

-Is everything fine, Maugiron? -The bear is in his cage, all is well!

-Forgive us, Your Highness - another round! -Yes, duty calls! We must.

Well well, let us look... Maugiroon!

Yes?

Does it not appear to you that His Highness is plotting?

-Are you certain? -Certain? I feel it!

I have the nose of a hunting hound in such matters!

-Heaven must be supporting us! -How right you are!

I smell the king`s enemies in here...

Your Highness, where are you hiding them?

-Maugiron! -Yes?

I see someone`s feet!

-Are they wearing boots? -Who?

-Feet! -Yes!

Then they are mine!

No one here!

-Wine! -Don`t drink it, Schomberg!

Do not.

You are right. It is probably poisoned anyway!

And now we will cut off the escape route!

Do it!

Well, what do we have here?

-Maugiron! -Yes?

I saw a prisoner once...

Who tried to escape through the window using a rope made from bedclothes!

And what happened?

-The escape was fully successful! -How?

The body left its prison and the spirit - its body! The rope tore!

It tore!

Let us go!

-When he tried... -What a landing!

The king only ordered us to look after the prince, not look at him!

Considering that in this case there is not much to look at!

What is the matter?!

Who would have thought it, our caged bear is enraged!

-No, he is just playful - harmless entertainment! -Certainly, it must run in the family!

Oh Lord, what is this?!

Was I... shot?

Damn you, brother!

What matters in this case is... vigilance!

This enemy is extremely cunning!

Y-yes, you m-might be right! But to get past f-four clever fellows like us...

... cunning is not enough!

So what? Let him run!

Yes... Run!

Run? What?! And what about the king?

Then we will get an opportunity...

-...to hunt a royal prince! -True!

After all, we are hunters and not prison guards!

Hunters and not prison guards!

-Get him! Get him! -After him! Go!

-We are no prison guards... -Hunters, yes...

What happened here?

"Monseigneur..."

"For freedom and fresh air, approach the cabinet..."

"Press the left rose-shaped handle and turn the right towards yourself..."

"...to open a secret compartment."

"There you will find a ladder..." Signed "your friend".

Who could this friend be?

Careful, he might bite!

What do you want, rascal?

Your Highness deigned to speak to me?

Tsk, tsk, tsk - what damage have you wreaked in this room!

Were you angry, Your Highness?

Where are you, Maugiron? Did the bear eat you?

No, he did not!

My bear is a very quiet and tame creature!

Forgive me, Y-your High-ness...

Take care, messieurs - the bear is a cunning beast!

Be careful!

-Thank you. -You are welcome, Monseigneur.

-Who are you? -A friend.

But we must hurry.

Sound the alarms! Sound the alarms!

I think your prisoner must have strangled himself from despair!

Congratulations, Henri, you proved a much better politician than I had assumed.

I think you are wrong - it must be something else!

Messieurs, the king!

Why are you so agitated?

He fled.

-A ladder, look. -I see.

I will go insane, I will lose my mind!

-Schomberg! You intend to lose your mind? -Yes, I do!

You have delusions of grandeur - there is little danger of that here!

Why?

Oh Lord, how to kill myself?! I will starve myself!

If you want to kill yourself, it can be done far more simply-

-Stick your rapier into your stomach! -What?!

Much faster!

-Quelus, what are you doing?! -How could I, how?!

-Child, stop! Your face will be bruised! -So what, let it!

Be quiet, messieurs!

Cease whining!

Do you not understand that this will launch a civil war?

Who helped him?

Who gave him that ladder?

10 000 ecu to the one who names him and 100 000 to the one who delivers him here-

Dead or alive!

-It must be the Angevins! -Yes, those people of Anjou`s!

-Who else could it be? -Yes, Angevins, to hell with them!

-Kill them all! Death to those Angevins! -Kill them! Death to them!

I will have the whole of Paris hanged, if needed.

Death to the Angevins! Death to the Angevins!

Messieurs...

Here is my plan of action:

What is the meaning of this?

Ventre St. Gris! It means that you are safe.

So it is you, Henri!

Are you my rescuer then?

What is so surprising about it? Are we not allies?

Had you not refused to lead the League, but had taken on that role...

...while allying with my enemies, I would have been lost!

So, as soon as I found out that the king had punished your disobedience...

I swore to help you escape from the Louvre!

But who knew you were in Paris?

Who told you of my predicament?

It was our lovely Gabrielle, of course!

-Sire, we must leave! -Agrippa, to hell with you!

What have you done to the horses? They are about to collapse!

Fresh ones are waiting close to the edge of the forest.

We can make a dozen leagues without stopping.

And this is all we need!

But where will you bring me, Henri?

Wherever you wish to go, but please hurry!

I am waiting for your instructions.

Then to Angers!

To Angers? Yes, of course!

You will be at home there.

And what of you, cousin?

I will accompany you for a while. From Angers I will continue to Navarre...

Where my darling Margot is waiting.

The same simpleton as always! I feel bad about deceiving him, really.

Well, cousin, go to Anjou, go!

De Guise, you thought you won, but I am sending you some dangerous company!

Be vigilant!

Let us leave, messieurs!

Yes, we must depart.

Mother!

Mother, I have been insulted.

I have been challenged!

He has slipped from your grasp, that is all.

How? Your son`s escape does not appear a crime to you?

Does it not deserve the harshest sentence of all?

Dear child...

Freedom is as valuable as a crown.

And the one you are accusing is my son as well.

Do not speak of maternal feelings - we all know what they are worth!

If my own mother has no compassion for me, I will find counsel elsewhere!

Others will help me shed light on this matter.

And to take revenge!

Farewell!

Then go, my beloved son.

And may the Lord help your advisors!

Adieu, mother!

Adieu, Henri.

Just one thing...

I have no intention of giving advice, I know you have no need of me.

But think carefully before putting your friends` advice into practice!

Certainly.

But the situation is rather serious, you must admit...

Severe, extremely grave, Henri!

Who... who abducted him?

What do you think, mother?

I suspect the Angevins.

Angevins?

What lunacy!

You are a child!

What do you mean? Explain yourself!

Why explain? I am just an old, featherheaded woman.

The wisdom of the old is no more than extreme suspiciousness.

-Mother! -Enough, my child.

It is not possible for the old Catherine to give any useful advice...

If you refuse to support me...

I will order to have every Angevin they find in Paris hanged!

-Have all Angevins hanged? -Yes!

Yes, hanged, burned if needed!

My friends are already out in the city trying to break these rebels` bones!

Heaven forbid they do this!

They will destroy themselves, the wretches!

And they will take you down with them.

But why, why?!

Do you truly think that they can succeed in catching and hanging...

...such people as Bussy, Antraguet, Livarot and Riberac without spilling rivers of blood?

A trifling matter, if they are killed!

If they are killed! But they will not be.

This will only make their banner of rebellion fly even higher!

They would have never raised their swords in defense of such a master as Francois.

But - due to your recklessness - they will draw those swords now!

And your own kingdom will rise against you.

But if I do not take revenge... Everyone will think of me as a coward!

And as the Angevins did this... they deserve to be punished.

It was not them.

If not my brother`s friends, then who?!

Your enemies!

Or should I say your enemy?

Which enemy?

You only have one enemy - and you know him all too well!

All of us - you, your brother Charles and I have always had this one enemy -

Always the same, always pursuing us relentlessly!

Do you mean... Henri of Navarre?

Yes. Henri of Navarre.

But he is not in Paris!

As if you knew who is in Paris and who is not!

You know nothing - you do not see, you do not hear!

Henri of Navarre!

Remember - should any misfortune or failure befall you...

...do not look for the cause - no need for curiosity or doubt!

Just say "It is Henri of Navarre!" and you would be right.

That man! That man is the sword the Lord placed over the House of Valois!

So you think... I should retract my order to eradicate the Angevins?

At once!!!

Do not delay - run and retract it! Or you would be lost!

Open the door! Open, darned Angevin!

Open! You are trapped here!

Open, you scum!

-Have you heard me? Open! -Who is there?

My rapier! And a kiss.

Maugiron, I am here!

Stop, where are you going?! Stop! You will not get away, scum!

Got you!

Idiot.

Take this!

-Still alive, Angevin? -As you see, yes!

Look out!

Again!

Follow him, quickly!

Here he is!

Look who is there!

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