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-Hey, you! -Monsieur le Comte!

Saddle Roland for me.

I will take care of it.

-You want Roland, monsieur? -Did the prince order not to give him to me?

No, no, it is the opposite - the stablemaster told us to give you any horse from the stable!

-I just thought that after what he did yesterday... -Fool!

What are you talking about? There is no horse in this stable that could unseat me!

Yesterday I entered a house after tying him to a tree... But when I left...

He was not there! I thought someone must have stolen him or taken him as a prank on me...

So you said Monseigneur rides this horse quite often?

Until his troops and cavalry arrived, he did it almost every day.

And yesterday?

Yes, yesterday too.

Oh Lord... Monsieur de Bussy?

Good morning, monsieur de Monsoreau!

Good morning, count.

I am glad to see you.

Has something happened?

You are in the stable so early!

And you were so early in the saddle!

Well, wartime duties, monsieur de Monsoreau...

As you know, we are preparing for a siege.

Certainly! I was not the only one who saw you besieging one of the loveliest fortresses yesterday!

-How did the siege end? -Oh, count...

Pray forgive me for prying. In view of yesterday`s exertion you must be truly well...

...but in Paris I was told you were barely alive!

It is true, monsieur.

I have not yet recovered from the wound I received while on our prince`s errand.

Is this so?

Darn it, are you truly preparing for a war?

You know, count, the prince is quite determined to see it through.

I must disappoint you - there will be no war!

The Queen is on her way here.

My respects, count - I must leave you now.

The prince wished to hunt a stag, I must flush the animal.

Where do you intend to do it?

Close to the Meridor Castle.

Do you wish to accompany me?

Thank you for the invitation, count, but I must decline.

Oh... It seems I am in deep trouble!

Based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas (père)

La Dame de Monsoreau

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Episode 17

Monsieur le Comte, you ignore all my instructions in a most disgraceful manner!

May I introduce Remy le Haudouin - my physician.

He will not cease grumbling until I lose my mind.

-I wish you luck in this battle! -Thank you.

Good day, count.

-Is the horse ready? -Yes, monsieur.

-Until our next meeting! -Adieu.

So?

-Do you know where he is headed? -No.

To Meridor!

-Have you been hoping he would avoid the castle? -Imagine what will happen there!

-Madame de Monsoreau will deny everything. -He saw her with his own eyes!

-And she will prove to him he was hallucinating! -She will not dare to do it, Remy!

Monsieur le Comte, do you truly know women so badly?

And yet I have a feeling something terrible will happen in Meridor.

Count, if you trust a woman with everything... Believe me, all will be well!

May I, monsieur?

-Is madame Diana at home? -Yes, monsieur count - this way.

Such perfidy. Just you wait, I will summon a storm in these still waters!

Madame!

May I ask for your company?

Of course, monsieur.

Tell me... who was there with you... in the park yesterday evening?

-At which hour, monsieur? -Approximately at six.

-Can you tell me the exact place? -At the lake, close to the crumbling wall.

Monsieur, it is not my habit to walk there - it must have been someone else.

It was you!

Why are you so certain?

The name! The name of that man! Tell me at once!

-I do not understand whom you mean. -And you dare to deny it?

I saw it with my own eyes, madame!

Did you see it yourself?

Yes, I saw it myself - it makes no sense to deny, as there are no other women in Meridor!

You are wrong, monsieur - my friend Jeanne de Brissac is here as well for a visit.

Do you mean madame de St. Luc?

Yes, she is madame de St. Luc now.

And where is monsieur de St. Luc?

Monsieur de St. Luc is always at his wife`s side - their marriage is a union of love, after all.

It is obvious you must have seen monsieur and madame de St. Luc in the park yesterday.

No. No, damn it, I saw you, I recognized you!

I would have recognized you anywhere, at any time!

And you - you were with a man! I do not know who he is, but I swear...

I swear I will soon find out!

When you are yourself again... I will agree to talk to you.

But now I think I should leave.

No, madame, stay! You will remain here for as long as I wish to!

Understand, Diana...

-Not only am I protecting my honour, but yours! -Diana!

Diana, dear! Oh...

Monsieur de Monsoreau...

Forgive me for entering without knocking, I did not expect to see you here...

I am glad to see you! And you are right on time - luncheon is served!

-Come, you will tell us all news of Paris, yes? -Of course, madame.

-After you. -So, what news of Paris, tell me now!

You know, monsieur de Monsoreau, since His Highness is back in Angers, the city seems renewed!

You cannot imagine what a terrible, boring place it used to be!

But now there are balls, fireworks, military manoeuvres every day!

By the way, now that you are here, we should have excellent hunts as well, yes?

Why else would I be here?

Such a pity I did not meet you in Paris!

I am so glad to meet you here - I adore nature and hunting!

I hope we will spend a lovely time together!

Of course.

If you are such a lover of nature... Will you join me for a walk in the park?

-Certainly! -After the luncheon, of course.

With pleasure!

Not only did I spend a lot of money on the breeding of hounds, but also energy...

-I can show you the hounds, if you wish. -You would?

-Of course, you are a hunter as well! -Gladly - next time.

-I do envy you, count! -Why?

The longer you live in the forest, the more you appreciate it.

Look at this stunning park - a wonder!

I am certain I will be in despair when I leave this place.

Unfortunately, this day will come all too soon.

-You are a fortunate man! -Fortunate? Why?

You may remain under the shade of these splendid trees!

No need for envy, I assume I will not remain here for long.

You will commit a mistake then!

I am not such a great lover of nature as you...

-Strange indeed! -Yes, monsieur de St. Luc.

Tell me, monsieur - now that we have such dazzling society in Angers...

-There must be many guests in Meridor, yes? -No, no one ever visits!

Is this so? No courtiers have ever visited, not once?

Does no one visit at all, even rarely?

No... None have graced us with a visit, as far as I am aware.

I do not believe you, you cast aspersions on Anjou`s nobility, monsieur!

I may be damned if I saw even a hat feather of a courtier here!

Please tell me... Madame de St. Luc. is a beautiful lady, as it seems to me.

Of course! If it seems so to you...

Another thing... Does she walk in this park often?

Quite often. Why do you ask?

And you accompany her every time?

I do not understand what you are aiming at.

Damn it, I do not like your questions, monsieur de Monsoreau - explain!

-Well, I was told... -Told what?

I suppose conversations of this kind are acceptable between men.

-I was told a man had been sighted in the park. -A man? -Yes.

A man to visit my wife?

No... I do not think he came to visit madame de St. Luc.

I suspect he was here for Diana.

Praise the Lord!

I prefer this, as far as I am concerned.

I do not understand you - what do you mean?

It means just that - each man for himself!

So you said you saw a man in this park?

Yes.

-Was he alone? -No, he was with madame de Monsoreau.

-When did you see them? -Yesterday.

-Where? -Right here at the crumbling wall.

So you assume the man climbed over the wall and...

Yes.

Are you suspecting someone, monsieur?

-I? -Yes!

Suspecting of what?

Suspecting that someone climbed over the wall in the park to meet my wife!

-To tell the truth, it could not be anyone except... -Except?

-Except you! -Stop joking, I do not feel like it.

Well, if you do not feel like joking, here is another idea.

If it was not you, it must have been I!

-You? But it cannot be! -Why not?

-Am I not allowed any whims? -Why did you run then when I saw you?!

Damn it, what else but run from such a frightful sight!

Are you taunting me?!

Have you been taunting me for the last quarter of an hour?!

You are wrong, monsieur - not quarter of an hour, but only the last 12 minutes!

-Monsieur, you insulted me! -And you did not, with your foolish questions?

Aha, now I see everything! I see it clearly!

It is day after all! And what is it you see?

That you are in cahoots with that scoundrel and coward who ran from me yesterday!

Scoundrel? He is my friend!

Then I will kill you in his stead!

In your own home?

All of a sudden? Without a challenge?

Your manners leave a lot to be desired, monsieur de Monsoreau!

It must be due to all those stays among forest beasts!

Just for the record - it is you who started a quarrel with me...

And you must admit that I am perfectly calm.

Well, you vile Mignon... I challenge you now!

Then be so kind as to climb over this wall to be outside of your estate...

I have no wish to kill you on the lands of the baron de Meridor!

Excellent!

Do not fall behind, count!

Remy, the Queen Mother will soon arrive in Angers.

She will try for peace at any cost, but we need war.

War, Remy.

Because while we are under siege... I can visit the Meridor Castle every day.

The queen should not be allowed to lure the duke out of his lair...

...and lure him back to Paris.

You assume he will not resist his mother`s pleas?

-Remy, she is a Medici! -We must reinforce his resistance then!

Call the chief of the guards!

At attention, monsieur Chief Commander!

-From this moment on, we are under siege. -Yes.

-Close the city gate and the castle gate at once! -Yes.

All cannons in firing position, no one to enter or exit the city without my permission, understood?

-Understood, monsieur Chief Commander! -Act then!

Aye, aye! Everyone follow me!

-Will be done at once! Attention, everybody listen...

Are you ready?

-So you do wish to kill me? -Yes, I do!

But I do not wish for that! I was hoping you would kill yourself dropping from this wall...

Scoundrel!

Are you surprised at my skill with a rapier, count?

The king used to give me fencing lessons.

And they have been of great use to me, as you see!

Count - such agility is rather surprising!

You like your jokes, I see!

I have been meaning to inquire... about your health.

And how are you faring?

You have no reason to rejoice yet, count - it is just a scratch!

Among other things, the king taught me one move...

But I will show it to you later.

You should feel honored that the king`s favourite move will kill you!

How clumsy you are!

Pity I have to kill you, really.

How perfidious of you!

-You want to continue? -Yes!

Last chance then!

Here comes the move!

-So you managed... -I regret it, but you asked for it, monsieur Monsoreau.

Your Highness...

The queen`s cortege is approaching the city.

Wonderful!

I have not seen Monsoreau since this morning, do you know where he is?

The count rode out to Meridor, Your Highness.

The Queen Mother is here.

-I guessed so. -Persist, Your Highness!

Unless you want to be imprisoned in the Louvre again...

You underestimate me, Bussy.

They will not lure me into a trap for the second time.

My brother insulted me.

-I intend to answer as a nobleman would... -Excellent.

-With a weapon in his hands! -I am of the same mind, Monseigneur.

Do not fear her, do not! You will have enough support.

I do not think that Her Majesty will allow anyone else to be present during your conversation...

But this is not the Louvre... She does not know where our secret pathways are.

Yes, certainly... Or so one hopes.

Well, time to act, Your Highness.

Lie down while I go and meet Her Majesty.

Be strong, Monseigneur!

Your Majesty, we are in Angers!

Do not open the gate.

Should they approach, announce that we in a state of siege.

This is all.

Aye, sir!

My queen... Forgive me, Your Majesty, the gate is closed.

Approach the gate and ask what they want.

Yes, my queen.

To the chief of the guards: Open the gate immediately!

Receive the Queen Mother with all the honours due to her station!

The guardians of the city of Angers are honoured to welcome Her Majesty the queen!

But the fortress is under martial rule!

The gate may not be opened without the express permission by the Commander in Chief...

...monsieur de Bussy!

Where is he then, why is he not here?

He has been sent for.

You Majesty, have you heard?

I will be waiting.

Diana... tell me everything, dear sister, do not stay silent!

I am afraid when you are quiet - with an expression like this!

It was horrible... Monsoreau was certain he had seen me in the park.

-I cannot stand this for much longer! -Do not worry, somehow all will be well...

No, it will not.

Do you know where he went with St. Luc?

To the park. Do not worry, he will not find out from St. Luc, for certain!

-I am not worried about that. -We will think of something, dear!

What can we think of, Jeanne? I am his lawful spouse!

No.

I will go to him and confess everything - come what may!

-He will kill you! -Even if he does.

Enter!

Forgive me, dear Diana, I must interrupt your conversation...

I must speak to madame de St. Luc at once.

-Later, later! -No, now! It is urgent.

My dear, please wait for me here.

I will return soon.

Only do not go anywhere!

-Could this not wait at all? -No.

What happened? You look so sombre - St. Luc!

-No wonder! -St. Luc, tell me what is wrong.

-An accident! -What?!

-No, not me, but the man who was with me. -Oh... who?

-Monsieur de Monsoreau. -What happened to him?

Well... I assume... he is dead.

-Dead? -Yes.

Poor count... He was here only a few minutes ago - walking, talking, watching...

And this was the reason for his death.

He was walking and watching too much... And I am not even starting on talking!

Ah, by the way - he died close to the crumbling wall where our friend usually ties his horse...

Did you kill him, St. Luc?

Damn it, of course - who else?

There were two of us - I return alive and say he is dead...

It is easy to guess who killed whom!

-Oh Lord, how terrible! -My dear, he challenged me himself!

He insulted me and was the first to draw his rapier!

-Horrible, poor count... -Oh, I knew it!

He will become "Saint Monsoreau" in a week`s time!

-But... he did not hurt you, did he? -At last!

Here comes the question, which, albeit delayed, does appease me...

I am not hurt.

Listen... we cannot remain in this house anymore, it belongs to the man you killed!

Yes, certainly. This I told myself as well and went to search for you...

We are leaving. The sooner the better, the accident might be discovered any minute now.

An accident... But... La Comtesse de Monsoreau is a widow now!

-I will go to her! -I think mourning attire will suit her!

So unscrupulous! I am going to Diana while you saddle a horse as if for a short ride...

-But... where are we going? -To Paris.

-Paris? But the king... -He must have forgotten everything already.

So much has happened since we last saw each other!

Besides, there will be a war - my place is at the king`s side.

And at my side as well, dear!

-Of course! -So we depart for Paris.

Yes, but I will need a quill and ink first... I must explain my reasons for leaving to Bussy.

And he will explain to Diana...

-Your Majesty, maybe... -Be quiet.

-Begone! -Yes, Your Majesty. Of course!

Long live His Highness the duke!

-Your Majesty! They are opening the gate. -Go to them.

Greetings, messieurs.

Her Majesty the Queen Mother has arrived to visit the good city of Angers.

Splendid, monsieur - please be so kind as to return. There is an underground passage a few steps away.

An underground passage?!

What do you mean, monsieur de Bussy? A small door for Her Majesty?!

We are under martial rule, monsieur!

How dare you...

Your Majesty, have you heard?

They suggest you use the underground passage...

Yes, monsieur, I heard everything.

Fine, we will take the underground passage, if such is the rule.

Your Majesty, please take my hand.

-Bussy, you are taking it too far! -No, this is not even half of it!

Messieurs, Her Majesty the Queen Mother!

Thank you, monsieur de Bussy.

Please be careful, Your Majesty...

The door is extremely low...

What do you suggest I do, walk with a stoop?

This is the first time I am entering a city in such a manner.

But you must allow the queen`s carriage and her retinue to pass as well!

The carriage and the retinue will remain outside the city walls.

-But why?! -I repeat, monsieur, the city is under martial rule...

...so the carriage and the retinue must remain outside.

Her Majesty is visiting her son, she has nothing to fear. Please proceed.

You must wait here.

This is an outrage!

Where is my son? I do not see the duke of Anjou here!

He is ill, Your Majesty.

-Ill? Poor child! -He is extremely ill.

He is abed.

You may rest assured His Highness would have met you at the gate of his city otherwise.

I trust this was an acute condition, monsieur de Bussy.

Of course, Your Majesty!

Monsieur, I have an urgent errand for you...

Please send someone to Angers.

I have a letter for monsieur de Bussy.

If he cannot be found, deliver it to his physician, Remy-le-Hadouin.

It will be done, monsieur le Comte!

It seems the widow is devastated!

This is how favours to friends are received!

People are certainly an ungrateful breed...

Be on your guard now, Monseigneur!

Is she very angry?

Beside herself with rage!

Is she expressing her displeasure?

Even worse. She is smiling!

And the people?

The people keep silent...

...and regard this woman with mute terror.

Stay calm, hush.

-And... and her? -Blowing air kisses to her audience!

But biting the tips of her fingers first...

-All hell`s devils! -Yes, Monseigneur, I thought the same.

She is certainly a devil - be prudent, do not allow her to convince you!

Do not think I am that helpless!

-You will see... We are in a state of siege, yes? -Yes, Monseigneur!

-Do not dare leave for any reason! -I will be at your side, my prince.

Her Majesty, the Queen Mother!

She will suffocate him!

I swear by all saints, those are some real tears!

Yes... But we must be cautious.

Each one of those tears will be paid for with barrels of blood!

Pray forgive me, Your Majesty.

Please allow me to offer you a chair.

Thank you, monsieur de Bussy.

But... could you take care of my people?

You are my son`s second in command and our most faithful friend, are you not?

Please do me this favour.

I am glad to be of service to Your Majesty.

Why are you crying, mother?

You were in such a terrible danger, my child!

You mean when I escaped from the Louvre?

No.

After your escape.

-What do you mean? -Those people who helped you, they...

-They what? -They are your worst enemies!

-Whom do you mean, mother? -Henri of Navarre.

I recognize his work - he is the eternal bane of our House!

You will not believe it, but he boasts that he helped you...

...he is certain he alone profited!

It is not true, you were deceived, mother.

-How?! -He was not involved in my escape.

And even if he had been, I am safe now, as you see.

I have not seen the king of Navarre for two years, mother.

Is it so?

But this is not the only danger I mean, my son.

-What else? -The king`s ire!

-This might be a threat to you as well! -This danger is the same as the first...

My brother might be enraged, I can easily believe that...

But I am safe here!

Yes? Do you assume you are?

Yes, I think so.

I am even certain of it!

And your visit confirms that I am right, dear mother.

-Why do you think so? -If you were to deliver only threats...

...you would not have come here.

And the king would not have resolved to send me such a hostage as Your Majesty.

A hostage? I, a hostage?

The most sacred and revered of all.

My son... You are right. I am here as an ambassador of peace.

-It is the truth! -I am listening... with utmost reverence.

It seems to me... we are starting to understand each other...

...are we not, mother?

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