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The French Wolf

We gathered in such a painful time to take urgent decisions.

Queen Clemence is pregnant.

Our first duty is to ensure the health of the child she it bears

and to choose a guardian of the womb.

Among us is Mr de Bouville, which accompanied the queen to France.

and his devotion won her affection.

It's a great honor, monseniore.

Gentlemen, I'm giving the oath to protect the womb of Madame Clemence vigilantly.

Now we can proceed with the the question of the regency.

I ask for advice each of you.

- But above all, Your Highness ... - Yes, Bouville.

I humbly ask you to leave the chair, where you sit now, if you please. Because it's the king's throne,

And yet we are united in the opinion that the King is in the womb of Madame Clemence.

I beg you to be more serious cousins. Think of the kingdom!

Horses are not changed in the midstream.

We know that Charles has governed on behalf of my poor cousin Louis during a year.

The son of the king, the king's brother, the uncle of the king!

It's being 30 years since he is accostommed to it.

Everything indicates that His Highness Mr. de Valois, becomes the regent of the kingdom.

Robert, you quickly forget the Comte de Poitiers.

- He is not here.

- But he'll be back! - When?

The Regent should be elected without delay.

Charles, if your brother, Philip the Fair died at a time when Louis (may God save his soul)

was a child, who would become the regent?

- I would, obviously. - Since you were the senior of the royal brothers.

- Thus, according to the Law of the regency it should move to your nephew Philip de Poitiers?

- Return Phillip from Lyon. - We do not have time for this!

Lyon is not at the end of the world (not the country of the Great Khan). He will return in a few days.

Anyway, we are too small to take such an important decision.

I see only two of the kingdom peerage of twelve. Charles and myself.

And there is little hope that we agree.

It makes no sense to sit more. Do not worry, Charles. First of all we shall gain some time.

No messenger will go to Lyon. Philip will be the last to find out the death of his brother.

Hide you? My friend, you both are in a very appropriate time. Of course, I will hide you.

I need a secret envoy. I do not trust the court messengers. They are too slow.

You immediately go to Lyon.

Tell the Count of Poitiers, that his brother Louis has died

and he should return as soon as possible.

Then you'll be at the disposal of Cardinal Dueze.

- Thank you. You provide me with a big favor. - No, it's you, my dear Guccio, who came once more to help me.

Hurry up, I can give you a permit for free passage.

You are going to change horses in the Royal stations. Hurry up!

If Louis would have lived up to the moment when his child sees the light!

How much joy he would have experienced especially if it will be a boy.

It is impossible he was poisoned. I can not believe it.

Did not he tried as best as he could to do good? After all, he repented!

Believe it or not, niece, this is the truth.

The dog has licked the sheets, in which embalmers wrapped

the inside (guts) of your spouse, and after an hour he gave up the ghost.

We will find the villain, madam, I promise you.

A lot of people would like to see you as a widow.

All those who wanted to make Louis a widower.

There is nothing more humiliating than to imagine the killer in his surroundings

and look for signs of betrayal in the features of each person.

Niece, think about the king, which you will give to France.

I'll take care of the rest.

You know how much I love you. You were so kind to me!

The hand that hit Loius can aim at you and your child.

I will not leave you alone, to their villainous intentions.

I am grateful to God for knowing you.

I can only regret that Louis did not like you as you deserve.

Now you should think only about the future.

"Not one living soul remains today in the hell, as long as it is not condemned yet.

Consequently, the hell does not exist..."

- It's you, brother, Pierre?

No, monseniore, this Guccio Baglioni, a messenger of Mr. Bouville.

The Comte de Bouville encourages me to hide you from your enemies.

If you agree to such a favour, my lord.

You will be secure here. In these walls, you are not threatened. You be regarded as my servant.

Go to sleep, you obviously need it.

I will not be free until I deliver the second message.

- To whom? - To the count of Poitiers.

Give me the letter, I will give it myself.

Do you know if it refers to the conclave?

Not the slightest, monseniore. This is about the death of the King.

King Louis died? Why did not you tell me earlier?

- Does nobody here know? - How do we know?

- And who'll be the regent? - I do not know.

- It turns out that nobody knows about the death of the king in Lyon? - No one except a young Lombards and me.

I would be very grateful to you, Monsignor,

if you keep this important news longer in secret.

- I'll do that in order to serve you. - Where the conclave came to?

- To nowhere. Parties are divided and have equal forces.

None of the candidates will succeed to achieve sufficient votes for election.

The Italians hate each other, the French are too few,

and the Provence people have split into 2 camps.

Monseniore, you would have been an excellent Pope.

And you, my lord, wouldn't you be a perfect regent?

It's clear that the one who becomes regent, you or His Highness de Valois

will succeed and take the other by surprise.

What do you advise me?

Lock the gates of Lyon. Send out messengers throughout France, mourning the death of King

on your behalf - as the regent of France.

That's what I'll do.

Could I give you a respective service so we finally had a Pope?

- Have all gathered here? - Yes, monseniore.

- All of 24 Cardinals with their entourage? - Yes.

- Then finish it! - We were bricked in!

My brother, King Louis, had died. Please pray for his soul.

But for the time let's draine our tears.

As a regent of the kingdom, I express you my will to focus henceforth only on the election of the Pope.

None of you will leave these walls, until you choose a Pope.

Villainy! Unheard of! Unbelievable!

700 armed soldiers provide outside your safety and protection.

If on the third day you do not succeed in reaching an agreement,

you will receive only one dish at each meal.

On the ninth day, I'll put you on bread and water.

- Then we will take the roof apart. - It's outrageous!

That's the decree of Pope Gregory!

For two years the Christian world has been waiting for your decision! Choose a Papa!

Each is allowed to leave a chaplain and two scribes out of the suite.

Would you like to stay with me Messer Guccio?

Please accept my compliments, dear son-in-law. You were ahead of everyone.

Charles de Valois has aged in an instant and laments his failure.

As for my daughter, take a look at her!

Nobody would have thought that she soon will delivere a child.

I'm happy to have you back, Philip! Now that our child may appear when he wants.

I was the same in her position. Full of life and up to the last minute.

- Time stood still without you! - I brought you a coral necklace from Lyon.

Excellent! Coral is said to be very good for childbirth.

This is not a talisman, mother, it's a gift of love.

It's a beautiful necklace.

I want you to hung it up my neck, when we are left together.

Philip, or you should now be called "Mr. Regent"?

In fact, I'm a regent, my dear. But there must be a meeting of peers of France to confirme my status.

Mr, I have come to tell you the truth. If the turmoil is in the kingdom, who than me to report it?

Speak without fear, Messer constable.

The Duke of Bourgogne requires the regency on behalf of baby Joanne, daughter of Margarita. He says that the crown should go to her

as to the firstborn of the late King. - Her origin is uncertain. Brother has regarded her as illegitimate.

Other peers argue that the crown should receive the child of Queen Clemence, either boy or girl.

The Assembly of the peers is at risk to come to a deadend, and your uncle will not fail to wrap it in his favor.

- Do you think Goshe, that someone else would be a better regent, than me? - You, my lord, is the best of all options.

First of all, you need to defeat the Bourgogne people.

- Were there ever women on the French throne? - Never, as far as I know.

It would be madness to allow a woman to rule the country.

Hence, there must be some custom on which we could rely on. Let's give our legislators some work.

- The Dynastic Assembly will be gathered in a few days. We must hurry. - I'm used to it.

Monsenior! It is finished!

- You became a father.

- It's a boy? - Yes, my lord and a great one.

That's it, my son, Louis-Philippe.

- Thank you, darling. - The Lord has blessed our autumn meeting.

And the first grandson of your father, Philip the Fair.

With such an inheritance this boy will go far.

Be quiet, my dear, my son is asleep.

Mother, no one should know that I gave birth to a son.

Order your men to remain silent. I do not want publicity before the meeting tomorrow.

As I express my claims to the crown of my niece, Joanne, the daughter of your brother,

I refuse to accept your regency, cousin, and declare that I have to take your place!

I do not want to hear rumors about her alleged illegitimate birth!

Anyone who insults the family of Bourgogne offends me!

Who said anything about illegal birth?

The issue is about something else. We refer to the law of the Francs.

- The law of the Francs? - We draw our race from the salic francs.

According to their ancient law, who was unaware of the exceptions

women are not allowed to inherit the crown. France can not be trusted or transferred to the control of women.

Our lawyers have conducted research and are ready to prove it.

- We affirm. - This is the Salic law.

And I, constable of the kingdom, say that the law is right.

Can a woman or a girl command armies,

every month unclean, every year pregnant?

France is too noble country to fit the hands of women (fall to his knees before a woman).

It's no good for lilies to spin!

It turns out that our argument has not a point, cousin.

If the Queen Clemence presents a son to the kingdom, that everyone wishes

he will become a king.

And I will rule on his behalf till the age of his majority.

I ask, cousin, that henceforth, according to French customs, women were denied the right of inheritance.

Then I ask that the county of Artois will be returned to me,

unfairly transferred to my aunt Mahaut.

Until you restore justice in my affairs, I will not show up in your Council.

Mr de Bourbon ...

I, the last son of King St. Louis, before all recognize you, Philip,

as the legitimate regent in accordance with the Law and with your merits.

I'm hungry! This regime of the prison exhausts me!

Have patience.

- I gave a vow of celibacy, but not chastity! - I understand.

- Monsenior Dueze I have given your resourses to others, because I felt helpless. - And do not hesitate to add ..?

Monsignor Dyuez asked me to tell you this, since he found that you lost some weight. I think they are ripe. Your turn, my dear friend!

- I have to sleep. I feel that I have no more power to get up. - Gently, gently!

Do not tire yourself too much.

Did you know that Monsignor Dyuez suffers much? I do not think he will survive conclave.

In the morning he gave up reading.

He weighs less than half before.

Dueze will not live long in this world.

Choose Dueze! Soon he will leave this world, and we will be free.

Dueze ...

We have a Pope!

What is the name you want to take, Most Holy Father?

I will be the John XXII .

No, no, my son. I will try to go myself.

May the Lord strengthen my steps.

Now, for that is your will, seniours.

Your Holiness.

He handled us very tricky

Lormet! A mace (a bat)!

Let this happen to all beasts! After all allies of the Artois will piss on her body!

Friends I want in all the villages that we will free from Mahaut,

were drawn complaints from all people who have something to say.

I'll send them to her son-in-law who imagines himself as regent,

and stolen from us 14 years of ruling the county!

Gregoire, take this book to the Amien's convent.

Let's return this book its original grandeur.

I'll take care of those who must die!

I 've been betrayed, Philip, they've used your absence!

Your constable Goshe went to the Artois and refused my rights!

He's along with my rebel vassals, they are now like thieves in the market,

and he forbade me to go back to Artois

until I sign a shameful peace, the peace I have denied your brother Louis.

And this dog Robert rejoices! He destroys everything.

He ruined Eden.

Eden, Philip! His own cradle!

What he did to Eden is inexcusable,

but in the rest my messengers have followed my orders. And the orders were quite fair.

Fair? Rob my castles, ruin my houses!

You give orders to support my enemies?

Nice reward for all I did for you!

I do not see, dear mother, anything but the hand of your daughter,

that I've received from you and why I would break peace in the kingdom in your favor?

Nothing? Is it nothing to sent your brother, Louis, to hell?

So it is true that there are whispering behind your back about...

Whom, my dear son, you must be grateful that you have a chance to be the regent

and, perhaps, one day to try on the crown?

Do not pretend that you are so naive.

Do not pretend that you cry about that pityfull Louis!

You are very familiar since I have prepared for you his place

the place that I've sweetened slightly.

And without no harm to your conscience

You should not cast me off. If I'm accused you will not remain byside.

- There will be rumors that you are my accomplice. - I know.

Think my son, I am risking the salvation of my soul for the sake of the success of this plan.

- Do not be ungrateful. - You go to far, mother!

I have to kiss your feet for poisoning my brother?

I have to pay for the sin of your crime.

My people in Artois will get new directions. Frankly, I'm going for it with the heavy heart!

Know that from now on all my meals will be tried four times

And if I feel the slightest pain in my stomach, your days are numbered.

I will faithfully serve you, my son.

Someday you will again be favourable to me.

- Yes, he is laughing at you, your Highness! What are the manners! - Let him laugh. Then it will be impossible.

You stay here until the last castle of the county of Artois returns under the power of the king.

Madam, madam! It's a boy!

Boy!

The queen gave birth to a son. She named him John. John I.

His name is John, like you, my dear.

Here is Marie de Cressay, only four days as she has born a baby, and now she is as red as rose.

her health is great.

- Do you feed your baby? - I could nurse two babies.

It will be a great honor, my child

to feed the king of France.

She can not suckle, she has fever.

Poor child! His father is dead, and mother could not go much further ...

He must be fed.

I will save him, Messer. You have my word.

I could hope that Clemence with her weak health will not give birth to a child well

And it's not! This accursed offspring is alive!

Could be born a girl. But a boy was born.

What it worth it, my poor Beatrice, to go to such danger! The risks is so great.

Your son-in-law has approved you as a god-mother of the child. You will have access to him.

I can not wait to get close to him.

I've kept a little of that nice flour, which has served as a sweet spice for the King.

No! This powder is almost unnoticable on the finger.

Just not during the baptism! This will bring us misfortune.

- Baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

- God! He's dying! The devil does not want to go out of his body without a fight.

Poor child! His health does not seem too robust.

You were just about to become a king.

Frankly speaking, after what I saw,

no one will be surprised if the child will die in the coming days.

Even as a child, Philip, you cut branches and and master scepters from them.

- We should leave him to God's will, mother. Everything is in His will. - Of course, Philip.

Of course.

It's been 4 days since she's got the fever. Midwife says if she survives till the morning - she will live.

Countess Mahaut has offered to send her own doctor.

No way!

We will let nobedy from her environment over the threshold!

She has already harmed enough, spreading rumours about the disease of the little king.

It is time to present him to the court.

My poor! You can arrange fifty riders around but you can not deny the Countess D'Artois,

his godmother, to take the child to her arms.

I have to be next to the child.

If she decides, nothing will prevent her from killing the child.

She can plunge the pin into his skull or spray over him some poisonous vapors,

or strangle with a cord.

- What do you think should I do? - Nothing. Just ...

What if we present another child to the barons?

- How long does it take for the poisonous powder to work? - I do not know, madam. Louis was dead in 3 days.

And a new-born ...

If his death seems suspicious, the nurse can be always accused

and she will be convicted to death.

My amulet! It is with me.

The important thing, madam, is not to wipe your nose with the handkerchief occasionally.

How handsome is my John dressed as a king.

- Is it not a sin, Messer, to do so? - Sin, my dear? No, protecting the king is a virtue.

He needs a rest. You saw what happened to him during the baptism.

Your Majesty, you see, this is your milk brother. He will take your place today,

so you will not catch cold.

I can not wait to tell my Gucci!

Little King is getting better! My compliments.

We watch with great care over him.

We do not want to earn the reproaches of his godmother.

Let's go. Show the way.

Gentlemen, the king!

Look! The firm French breed: he is alive and with some blush!

Take, Philip. Your hands are longer than mine.

Show the king to his vassals.

My dear cousin! Finally, we have the King! We've been waiting for it! Long live the king!

Oh, God!

- He does not move! - I knew it!

What do you say Bouville?

What do you know?

Yes. I knew that it was too early to present this sick child to the Court.

I want to see my son!

Show me my son!

No, Marie! We can not. His body is under protection of 4 guardians.

- The embalmer is on the way. The child will be buried in the Royal tomb at Saint-Denis. - No!

Let people think that the king is dead. It's only the way to protect him.

Marie, you're young. You will have other children.

Of course. Many women have lost at least one child in infancy.

You should not cry too much.

- I feel better. - The fever is away, Madame.

Yes, I'm no longer a danger for my child.

Can you bring him?

Bring me my son.

Where is Joan? I order you to answer!

I order you! Where is my son?

At Saint-Denis, Your Majesty.

In the Royal tomb, next to his father. In his grave.

Bring the Gospel! The time has come.

Put your hand on the Gospel and swear to remain silent,

and even during the confession, even before Guccio.

Nobody must know the king is alive.

Otherwise, his murderers will strike twice.

- Swear! - I swear.

Now you have to raise the King of France and say that this is your child.

No!

I will not let you die my little Joan!

My baby! My little John ...

- The King is dead, long live the king!

Here is the Queen, my daughter.

Thank you, for giving me protection.

Son, now you don't have to be afraid of anything.

Christians have a new Pope, and France's - new King.

- You will find support in each of them. - I will not forget you.

Go to your wife and to your child, son.

Be happy!

- I want to see and to live together with Guccio. - It's impossible.

Guccio will understand, and will help me to bear this burden.

No, you're the only one! If somebody else finds out about it ...

- If ... - I swear Guccio will not speak!

You can only swear for yourself, dear.

Lombard! I can only imagine how silent he will be! He would benefit from this.

Marie darling, you have sworn to keep the secret even during the confession.

You have been assigned the guard of the King of France.

When the time comes, you will be freed from the bond.

I beg you Mr, take the king and give back my freedom!

Not me gave him to you, it was the will of God.

Surely you would not have betrayed the Lord Jesus,

if he was given to you before the Massacre of the Innocents?

Please, I implore you! I implore!!

- An income of 50 pounds ... - Yes, madam, for the child and nurse.

Here is money. But what is the reason?

Despite her grief, Queen Clemence wants to show her recognition Marie,

who has cared for the King for several days of his short life.

and give Marie an annual supply from her treasury.

That's right, Mr?

In addition, 200 livres in gold you will receive immediately.

Here's the money.

But understand correctly, this is a gift for the child.

If he is not well cared for, or if misfortune happens to him,

the income will be reduced. (you will receive no money but the fire)

We will be able to take care of the little John.

He was the milk-brother of the King.

This obliges us to treat him with honour

- My baby! - Write!

It's not enough that my son was killed? You you want to rob me of his father!

Write! I dictate.

You just need to write what I say.

"Mr Guccio, the sin that was committed frightens me

I will fully dedicate myself to the child, the fruit of this sin,

but never submit to the temptations of the flesh"

The point.

"I forbid you to look for a meeting with me. "

No, it's impossible! She could not write like this.

- Is not her handwriting? - Yes.

I warned you. You should have listened to me.

It's amazing how people can sincerely believe that a daughter is not made up like her parents!

Perhaps they have found a good husband. for her

Hairy, smelly knight who will give her lots of children. Well, my boy, do not!

Even if she was lying at my feet, I never want to to see her again!

It is unlikely that you would repeat to her these words, if she stepped over the threshold now.

You should have talked to her in another way.

You can persuade yourself as much as you wish that the love has passed,

but you will not get rid of the suffering.

Order of the King Philip the Fifth: you are free, my lord.

I hear, Philip the Fifth ...

Philip the Fifth! He has long legs, therefore he leaps and bounds (he moves very fast)

- King has released hundreds of prisoners, and you are among them. - Here's how!

It's his gift on the occasion of his coronation.

But you are not allowed to move away from Paris for more than twenty leagues,

and the king's sergeants should know where you are.

Indeed, beautiful coronation. Long live the king!

Robert is free, madam

Really? Freat luck for him. He can not harm me anymore.

My son-in-law is the King, my daughter is the Queen, they have a son ...

I'd like to know what the doctor says about the child's health and his disease.

You have to be strong, madam. ...

- How is the child? - I doubt that your grandson lives through the night.

- Have you treated him with herbs? - No, madm.

What are you talking about? You'll save him! Save my son!

Do you hear? I do not want it! I know, Jeanne.

And it happened to me, before you were born.

I'm here, darling, I'm here.

- But why, mother? - God alone knows the answer. Be strong!

Free! What do you mean? I've been watched all the time!

I am deprived of the right to return to Artois. None liard for life!

No money, even for dinner or to pay for a woman.

However, women unlikely to disturb a banker?

- I carefully keep the best memories of them. - Poor fellow, in this case you can not be stopped.

The man is built this way. The more this part of his body works, the more he wants.

- By the way, my dear, how are your love affairs? - Love affairs! Better not talk about them.

- Just do not wear such a dull mask! All women are whores. - You are right, Mr, all to one.

Right! Let's get some sincere hookers and have our fun. Enough talking! I need 100 livres.

And I take your nephew. I will knock out the black thoughts of his head.

Thanks.

All women are whores, but nothing can be compared with the best of them!

Do not misunderstand me, my brother. I can not go like this. I'm young, I need a wife.

Cancel my marriage to Blanche and let me marry Mary de Luxembourg!

- I have to think about it. - You always say so, but do nothing.

- What happened to you, son? - I am not your son!

He became unbearable. He wants to marry again.

But he is already married to my daughter, Blanche, who is still in love with him.

- She betrayed him in front of the entire kingdom! - The error of youth. Who would not allow them?

Whatever it was, I must quickly make a decision.

Allow me to visit Blanche in Chateau-Gaillard and you convince your brother,

who is not very clever, to receive his wife back.

I will do everything I can to reunite them.

My daughter, my darling Blanche!

What? A belly?

You are crazy, who is the father?

I love him and I do not want to go from here. I want to remain with Bersumee.

I predict you a glorious future.

Give to Charles Maria de Luxembourg. Ask Dueze to free him from the bonds of marriage.

Blanche has lost her mind.

From now on I only have one daughter, Jeanne, your spouse.

But Philip ..., You seem unwell! You are grieving due to the loss of your son?

My daughter will give birth to a new heir. She loves you!

No mother, it's not just my grief.

I am weak. I have lost vigour.

So Jeanne was right that you were sick?

But my son, what could happen to you?

Shall I send your my own doctor?

- What is he sufferring from? - He's tormented by the intestinal pain.

- Poison? - If so, it comes from the river water.

This is a disease that people sometimes will be burned within several months.

Our king is dying, because he drank water in his kingdom.

- Jeanne ... - Yes, Philip.

- I told you I love you? - You said it often, my love.

- I have to die? Tell me. - I hope that you will live.

Now Jeanne went into royal mourning.

My daughter is dressed in white till the end of her days!

Who would have thought that, Beatrice?

What a misfortune! And Charles becomes the King of France.

His own mother thought him so stupid, that called him a "bird".

And Valois, this worthless Valois will rule the kingdom!

This vain peacock, he's along with Robert!

- Have you seen his sparkling eyes in Saint-Denis? - I saw only the pain of your daughter

If only Blanche had been prudent enough, my second daughter would become the queen of France now.

I'm cursed, Beatrice.

- No, madam, not you. They are. - What are you talking about?

- Remember the curse of the Templars.

Philip the Fair died during the year, as the Grand Master has proclaimed from the fire.

Louis died at 27 years,

today is your son-in-law, Philip the Long, has died at 29.

You're right.

Everyone knows that the victim of the curse will not live more then 33 years. The age of Christ.

- How old is Charles now? - 28.

- It remains no more than five years. - Five years!

During this time, Robert will bring me a lot of trouble.

Admit it, Charles, you too think about it.

- About what? - About the curse.

But how could I oppose the execution of the Grand Master?

I remember, of course!

It seems that the curse has passed only onto my brother and his offspring.

It has not affected us.

- Let's be ready, son. - What do you mean, father?

Probably, our cousin Charles would not rule a very long time. We should anticipate this option.

Who then will receive the crown?

- You, father. - And after me - you will be the king.

I decided to send a messenger to the English court immediately

so Edward could come to greet our new sovereign. In return for the Duchy of Aquitaine.

Three coronations in several years ... I'm afraid Eduard would remain deaf to your calls.

Especially now he has enough worries in his own kingdom.

The barons conspire against him as well as Despenser, his favorite.

However, this is the custom, and I demand its compliance.

I want to marry my youngest daughter to the young prince Eduard.

Therefore let's send Bouville to England.

Four French kings have died in such a short time!

And I dare to complain about my life in England!

11 years have passed but the time has not touch your face, madam.

The wrinkles are on my soul, Bouville.

King Eduard delays with the answer about the Princess de Valois,

your Uncle Charles thinks she will be a good choice as your son's wife.

- I did everything I could. - He will refuse?

I do not know. If he refuses, I will not grieve like you.

I do not want to see another princess of my family having my fate.

Why? You have doubts about your son?

- Are you afraid that he ... - Inherited the tastes of his father? No, I don't think so.

Mate!

Your son has a lot more understanding in this game than me.

You should find decent opponents for him, madam.

Have you heard the news, madam? You will definately like it.

Your Mortimer escaped from the Tower!

Lord of Wigmore is the subject of your country, then mine. And I am not responsible for the actions of your barons.

When Mortimer appears in my court you will not take your eyes from him.

And now your friend is gone. Undoubtedly, he fled to your country.

Really do I have not enough trouble?

The Scots endlessly attack my border, the Irish rebel;

my barons raise forces against me and persist in their opinion, that they are defending the rights of their swords!

- The rights of their swords? - Perhaps, rather, the rights on the county of Gloucester,

which was transferred to your prot�g�, Mr. Hugh?

I gave my possessions to whomever I wish, madam. Hand them out to those who love and serve me.

Mr Bouville, tell His Highness de Valois, that his proposed alliance will not take place.

We appreciate the honor he gave us, but we have other plans for our eldest son.

Thus, the custom in which English kings take wives from France without any

benefits for themselves will be finished.

When a husband hates his wife, he considers her guilty of anything, of course.

- Catch Mortimer! - Agree, this is a spit in my face.

To escape from the fortress, which I purposely constructed so

that it is impossible to escape from!

Perhaps, Your Majesty paid more attention to the masons during the construction

than to the strength of stones.

- Kent! - Your Majesty!

You are the superintendent of the five ports. Get the bastard, alive or dead!

And you, Lady Mortimer, the wife of the traitor should not been received in the court long ago.

You can guarantee treason, madam, if you keep the wife of the traitor by the King.

Put your hand down!

Edward, the wife should not be blamed for the actions of her husband. I am the best example.

Believe me, Lady Mortimer is as little to blame for the sins of her husband, as I am in yours.

Take her away!

Find this Mortimer, and quick!

Lord Mortimer, who escaped from Tower of the 1st of August.

It's a great honor for me, my lord, a great honor.

What? You know everything!

I see Messer, that the Lombards have good spies at the English court.

You must know that King Edward owes a large sum to our companies.

Given the amount of his debt, it's our duty to make observatons.

So you have decided to settle in France, Lord Mortimer.

All right. Could you let me know what you're expecting from me?

Everything that a noble lord needs to maintain his status.

- What do you expect to do in Paris? - What an emigrant should do - to wait.

He's lying, Tolomei. Mortimer wants the new king, to help his sister, Queen Isabella

who seems very unhappy in England.

I'm going to help him, because I am a very good friend of Isabelle.

- My sister complains all the time. - Sire, she remaines without money.

Despensers, father and son, rob her, ruin and humiliate her every day.

- She exaggerates. - She has nothing except her life. She is afraid that even that could be denied.

- Come on! Well! It can not be. ... The Despensers are not able to...

- They would not dare.

We can invite her to give honour to France from England.

and her son can do it instead of his father.

When it comes to honours, let her come.

Welcome, Your Majesty.

Cousin! You are still beautiful. As if your tears keep the beauty.

- But whether you are in the same chaste, cousin? - By the force of circumstance I have no choice.

Do you remember our meeting in London?

If suddenly you want to change your habits, know that I feel as yoour debtor.

Welcome, dear sister.

I asked to see about your luggage.

The dresses become crumpled on the way.

I saw during the last move to Languedoc, hom many dresses have been damaged.

It's very nice of you to think about my welfare.

- How are you doing, dear sister? - Things are not going well, my brother.

What's the purpose of your visit?

I came to discuss the treaty that should be concluded between our states

so we will no longer cause harm to each other.

Yes, the treaty ...

Discuss this with our Uncle Valois.

In addition, I want to get your help and give myself under your protection.

I was deprived of all property.

At last they took the county of Cornwall, entrusted to me by the marriage contract.

Describe your claims to our uncle. He is a good counselor.

Both of us wasn't lucky in our marriages. First Blanche betrayed me.

Then Maria de Luxembourg, my second wife, died

and took with her my heir, which she bore in her womb.

And then I was forced to marry our cousin d'Evreux

who, after six months of our marriage is not pregnant.

Tell me, sister, do you believe in the curse,

that is said, is hanging over our house?

The King should not be like the commoners.

Listen to your people, Charles, in order to better govern them,

but do not let him sow any doubts in you.

You can not return to England until the Despensers are not expelled.

They have been provocating me for months, not even hiding.

They hoped that I rebel,and then they would hide me in a distant monastery,

- As was done to your wife. - Poor Joan has suffered much because of me.

I knew that there is only one way to help you out until King Edward is in his prime.

Your trip to France is my idea too, madam.

I worked tirelessly in order to get you here.

- You have a wound that I didn't see before. - It's a gift from your spouse.

But I would endure more severe injuries just to save you from Despensers.

- Have you ever loved King Edward? - I thought I love him. Tried to force myself. Alas...

- And you have never been in other men's armes? - Not once.

Even not in your cousin's d'Artois, who always shows his love to you?

You know my cousin d'Artois? For him, any woman is good.

Queen or beggar - it's all the same.

No, my dear Mortimer, my heart is hopelessly

desolate and already tired of the emptiness.

Madam! I have not dared to say that you're the only woman of my thoughts.

I swore to remain faithfull to my husband no matter how mean he was.

You also have a spouse, and a perfect one.

We were tied with the marriage bonds in front of God.

- And I was so harsh to others sins! - You and me, madam, took marriage against our will.

We obeyed the will of our families, but not our hearts.

Queen, would you like to fraternize?

Do you want to mix our blood as a sign

that I'll be the protector of your life forever and you will be my lady?

I can ask you anything?

Do you agree, my Queen?

Hold me tight in the arms.

It seems that Isabella succumbed to the Mortimer's charm.

- Forget it, Robert! My niece is as cold as ice. - And the ice can melt.

No! I care only about the honors that the King of England should give to the King of France.

- I want the young Prince Edward gives them for his father. - But when?

- Isabella assured me that he arrives in a week. This means that ...

Robert ...

- I would like you to be married. - Me, Charles? What idea, but you know me!

- Do you think I was born for marriage? - I entrust Jeanne, Comtesse de Beaumont, my youngest daughter to you.

This is my last will and testament.

How can I refuse such an enviable party!

Now all your daughters are married. Even on the death bed you think of it.

Mahaut, my old rival. We have done a lot of harm each other.

God will forgive you, Charles, if your repentance is sincere.

This slut dares to speak of repentance!

It's not easy for you, dear nephew. He had been a father to you.

You're right, auntie, now I will be very lonely. Especially since I'm not fortunate to have two daughters.

- No doubt. Isabella and Mortimer are lovers. - They have admitted to you?

- There is no need. I caught them by surprise. You saw it, you've been there!

The King of England wears also a horn!

- We will immediately notify him. - Why the rush?

You're wondering why, stupid?

Isabella has sent to jail my two daughters

for the very sin she is commiting now! Shameless! I will revenge!

It's the only pleasure I have left.

Silence!

"The French wolf"

Isabel has been compromising us so much that deserved a nickname? "The French wolf!"

Isabelle, the Queen of England, The French wolf.

- The Countess of Artois insists. - Why would she lie?

I demand Isabella to return immediately!

Yes, tell everywhere my order. I want it! I want!

Your Majesty, it's wiser not to announce about your misfortune.

I said!

- My gentle! If I had known ... - What is, my Queen?

Several years ago I have accused Marguerite and Blanche,

because they have betrayed my brothers with their lovers.

I did not know ...

"Pleasures, which is worth all the crowns of the world "- so said Marguerite.

Now I would not blame her.

Chatillon, by what right we could resist the order of the King of England

in his requirements to return his wife?

None, sire. According to the laws of the church and the kingdom,

We ought to obey King Edward, who calls his wife back.

He requested support from His Holiness the Pope.

Then, my sister has to go to the country of her husband.

Messire Charles, it means to pass her to the hands of Hugh Despenser.

Did not she come to you to seek asylum, because was afraid to be killed?

This Despenser does not seem as bad as she describes.

- I have received very pleasant letters and gifts from him. - These gifts do not cost him anything.

They are paid from the income from Cornwall, which your sister was deprived of.

What to expect from a man who dresses up as a woman

to serve the vices of his master?

Think of the way he got the power! "Back way" - that's the right word!

She is a woman, but her husband is not a man!

- He is the first to blame for his disgrace! - No! This is not an apology.

A queen shall not provide an example of adultery.

It's the same woman who had accused my daughters and Margarite.

Your sister has disgraced us all, sir. It is a bad woman and proves it today!

Blanche has loved you till the end. She was innocent. - Your Blanche was innocent?

But it is not the Holy Spirit who made her pregnant in the prison?

Despair has pushed her to make a mistake!

What had she to lose, my dove, dishonored by false statements,

imprisoned in the jail, distraught with grief? I wonder who would resist in such trials?

Maybe someone has raped my Blanche?

Since her cousin Margarita was strangled in the same prison.

- No, sir, if you want to hear my advice ... - Nobody asked you anything.

- I'll give you an advice. Listen to the mother's heart, exile your sister from France.

She brings bad luck.

Tomorrow morning, my sister will be seen off to Boulogne port where she will get on a ship and with an escort delivered to her legal spouse.

It's my will!

You will pay me, aunt! We're not done yet.