York.
All the influential men of the Kingdom, Bishops, the Parliament,
500 invited knights and 100 Scottish nobles came in the Cathedral,
among a large and dirty crowd to witness the marriage of Edward III of England...
...with Lady Philippa of Hainaut, his cousin.
Here, I take you Philippa,
as my married wife, to have and keep you in my bed and in my home.
For the beautiful and the awful. For better or for worse.
Either sick or healthy, till death do us part.
And I engage you in all this.
Your right hand Lady, please.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Bow down before your husband Lady, to receive the denarius.
The people will be fond of her.
This love she was sensing, Isabella received it as a wound.
Now, Philippa was the Queen.
Her time was over.
In France, no more brain in his head, no more heart in his chest, or guts...
...in his belly, Charles IV, last son of Philippe le Bel, is embalmed.
He leaves as widow the Queen Jeanne, his third wife.
She is pregnant up to her chin.
If it is a son, he will be King.
If it is a daughter, according to the Salic law,
thanks to which his brother, Philippe, made himself King,
the crown will fall to the closest male relative of the dead King.
This relative, it is Philippe of Valois.
Son of Charles of Valois, who always sought a throne without getting one,
he must, if one day, he wants to hold the sceptre,
take control right now of the administration of the Kingdom.
Robert of Artois, his brother in law, is working on it.
To Philippe of Evreux he gave Navarre.
To Louis of Bourbon, the recognition of titles and lands.
To Guy of Blois, the purchase of his right to issue coins.
To the Count of Flanders, he swore to him to reconquer his County through war.
As for Eudes of Bourgogne, Robert of Artois abstains.
The Duke married the granddaughter of Mahaut,
And is willing to take Artois for himself.
All seem to go according to the cautious plan of the scarlet Baron.
Yet, the day before the Council of the Peers had to be gathered,
an English Bishop comes to the Palace.
I come here bringing words from the King of England, Duke of Guyenne.
On behalf of my master, I have to declare that the closest relative of the...
...King Charles of France, is the Queen Isabella, his sister.
Therefore, she must be appointed Regent.
If the crown could go to a woman, it wouldn't be to your Queen, my Lord Bishop,
but to the little Jeanne and the Regency should fall to her husband,
who stands here, Lord of Evreux or to his uncle, who stands next to me,
the Duke Eudes.
Come on! It seems that on this day everyone is quick to deny himself.
I see Lady Mahaut, my beloved aunt, readily inclined to acknowledge to...
...Jeanne of Navarre the exact rights she once contested her.
I see the noble Bishop from England,
citing the acts of a King he applied himself to drive away from the throne.
For weakness, carelessness and treason.
Lord Orleton, a law can not be modified each time it has to be enforced.
Nor to please each side.
We love and respect Lady Isabella, our relative.
Some of us here helped and served her.
But, her request, is inadmissible.
If we agree, not to infringe an enforced law,
that no woman can rule, then it is not on Queen Isabella's behalf that I request...
...the Regency. But on her son's!
The King Edward III. The only direct male descendent from the line.
What is being said?
Lord Bishop requests the Crown for Edward, his King.
Never!
Never France will be English.
Be reasonable Britanny, Blois, Nivernais, Bourgogne...
Will you stand hearing this?
We have a King to bury.
The sixth that was supposed to live longer than me.
They all had to raise l'Ost against England.
Who commands France must have French blood!
Will you stop with this rubbish, which would make my horse laugh?
I give my advice, with the right of the eldest,
that the count of Valois, the closest to the throne,
should be appointed as Regent Guardian.
And as governor of the Kingdom.
- He spoke well. - He spoke well.
He spoke well.
On the good Friday, 1st April of the year 1328,
Lady Jeanne of Evreux, widow of Charles IV le Bel, gives birth to a daughter.
Thus Philippe of Valois becomes Philippe VI of France, and a new coronation has...
...to take place in Reims, the fourth in 14 years.
The She-Wolf of France submitted.
England is poor. To swear the homage he owes to the King of France,
the young Edward, third of his name, had to borrow 5000 livres to the Lombards...
...from London.
In Amiens, Peers, Barons, dignitaries make themselves ready...
...for the ceremony that will confirm Philippe in his position of...
...most powerful King of the Occident.
I am finely dressed.
What a pity I wasn't appointed Peer of the Kingdom.
For the dress suits me so well.
And I want to wear it. You have the gratitude of my royal cousin.
Before all the important men gathered and Mahaut, the female,
I will proclaim my right.
This woman, Robert, that must bring the pieces to you,
are you sure she will be here on time?
She might not. Even if she doesn't show up this morning,
it won't stop me from making my plea, we agreed on it with Philippe.
- My Lord. - Yes?
- The woman you are expecting is here. - Send her in.
- The pieces, give them to me. - I do not have them, Lord.
What do you mean you don't have them? You assured me you would bring them this morning.
I come from the Hirson castle, Lord, I entered it yesterday.
- I went to the iron safe in the wall... - Well?
It was empty.
Very well. Fine news! And it took you a whole month to find out!
I am pretty sure you came of your own free will,
and you were supposed to give me, so you were saying,
the acts that would make Artois mine again. I wait!
And it is this precise day that I must show the two letters to the King.
The three, Lord. The treaty of marriage of the Count Philippe, your father,
the letter of the Count Robert, your grandfather,
and the one from Lord Thierry.
Even better! The three of them. And you claim that the safe is empty.
- And you think I am going to believe you?! - Lord...
Tell me, are you taking me for a fool?
Do you want to squeeze out more money from me? Or did you betray me for Mahaut?
My Lord, what are you thinking? The Countess Mahaut?
Who stole me all that my Lord Thierry gave me through his will?
I wish to Lady Mahaut as much harm as you do.
Think that I was the good friend of Thierry during 12 years, my Lord.
Because of which many people despised me.
But a bishop is a man like any other.
Tell the truth, woman, you never saw any of those letters.
But I did, my Lord! It was in Hirson castle. The day where Thierry felt sick.
"Dear Jeanne", he told me. "I want to protect you from Lady Mahaut,
as I protected myself from her". That's when he told me everything.
How the scealed letters were taken off the registers to be burnt.
But Thierry kept them in a safe. With a letter from him certifying them.
And he gave me the key to the safe.
My visit must have alerted them.
They found out the safe and forced it.
Surely it was Beatrice.
I will never get those letters.
- My Lord... - Yes?...
Those letters could easily be remade.
- Remake them? - If we know what was written on them.
I know it.
I can repeat you almost word for word what was written on Lord Thierry's letter.
- My Lord. - Yes, I know.
The King is about to come.
Fine, I am coming.
We will meet again, woman. Keep quiet.
A son of King shouldn't kneel before a son of Count.
Lord Orleton, last year you were in France, to defend that I had a stronger claim...
...to the throne of France than my cousin of Valois.
And now, you advice that I bow before him?
Lord Mortimer wants to keep peaceful relations with France.
My Lord Seneschal, you are here to protect me, if I am correct, not to command me.
Lord Mortimer is our good friend.
But he isn't the King.
- I will not swear the liege homage! - It is the custom, Sire.
It doesn't allow me to respect my duty.
My Lords, did you think about it?
If, while we fight in Scotland, the King of France summoned me for his own war,
in Flanders, in Lombardy, or anywhere else,
I would have to join him at once and leave everything behind.
If I don't, he would be allowed to seize my Duchy.
This can not be.
Tell to my cousin, the King Philippe, that I will not swear the liege homage.
So be it. Let him swear the simple homage. I agree with him, If I were him,
I would probably do the same.
Sire, I become your man of the Duchy of Guyenne and its belongings.
I claim to have it from you, as Duke of Guyenne and Peer of France.
Sire, you become King of France's man.
My Lord, for the Duchy of Guyenne and its belongings,
that you acknowledge holding from him, as Duke of Guyenne and Peer of France,
according to the peace treaty made between the Kingdom of France and your Kingdom,
and according to what you, and your ancestors, Kings of England,
and Dukes of Guyenne, did for the same Duchy before the former Kings of France.
In truth, the King, my master, receives you.
And now, my cousin, we will attend Mass.
Sire!
Sire, since all your vassals are gathered here, and that to all, you owe your justice,
justice, I come to ask you.
My cousin, did you suffer any prejudice?
I indeed suffered prejudice, Sire, by your vassal, Mahaut of Bourgogne.
Who holds, wrongfully, by malice and felony,
the titles and possession of the County of Artois that belong to me, by right of blood.
Come on! This had to happen.
My cousin, can you provide pieces and testimonies to back up your right?
I can not.
He can not! He is lying!
My aunt, do you deny that the treaty of marriage of the noble Count,
Philippe of Artois, my father, made me, his first born, heir to Artois?
And that you took advantage of my young age, when my father died, to dispossess me?
I deny it.
- Do you deny there was a marriage treaty? - I deny it.
Lord Bishop, please bring to us the holy Gospel,
and show them to the plantiff and to the defendant.
Do you both accept, my cousins, to back up your claims by swearing on the very holy...
...Gospel of the faith, before us, your suzerain,
and the Kings, our relatives, and all your Peers gathered here?
- I accept. - I accept.
Take off your gloves.
I swear, that the County of Artois belongs to me,
and that I will provide letters and testimonies,
which will prove my titles and possessions.
Nephew, do you dare to swear that you have ever seen those letters or owned them?
I swear it.
And you, my aunt, dare you to swear that such letters never existed?
And that you never knew of them? Or held them? In your very hands?
I swear it.
As of tomorrow I will appoint superintendents,
to investigate and enlighten my justice.
Whoever lied will be punished by God.
Whoever spoke the truth will be established in his right.
The 17th day of the month of June of the year 1329,
we, Pierre de Villebresme, knight, and we, Pierre Tesson, the King's notary, came to...
- Pierre Tesson you said? - Yes, Lord.
Are you the same Tesson that used to be in the hotel of Lord of Artois?
The same, Lord.
And now, you are the King's notary. Very well. Very Well.
I congratulate you. Lord of Artois is fortunate.
...came to hear the influent and powerful Count Hughes of Bouville,
and heard him according to the custom, in an open area,
in the orchard of his hotel, Lord of Bouville affirmed to us that,
when he was Chambellan of our Sire Philippe le Bel,
before he became King, had knowledge of the marriage treaty concluded between...
...Lord Philippe of Artois and Lady Blanche of Bretagne, and that in this treaty,
it was explicitly written that the County of Artois would go, by right of inheritance,
to Lord Philippe of Artois and after him,
to his sons from this marriage.
Did I say that?
I held the treaties in my hands, that is correct,
I pointed it out to Lord of Artois himself when he visited me the other day,
but, I never affirmed I had read it.
Why, Lord, would you have held the treaty toward you, if it wasn't in order to read it?
To bring it to the Keeper of the Seals of my master, for him to seal it.
For a treaty was sealed, I do remember that,
by all the Peers, among which my master Philippe le Bel was,
as first son of the crown.
This is important to note, Tesson. All the Peers sealed it.
Even without reading the piece, Lord, you did know that the inheritance of Artois...
...was assured to the Count Philippe and to his sons.
I heard it, but I did not read it.
So let us correct it.
The Count of Bouville declared to us having heard...
- Shall I continue? - Yes.
...and also assured us that the treaty was placed in the Court's register.
Also holds for true that it was taken from the register later,
by malice, and on the order of Lady Mahaut of Artois.
Surely I didn't age well.
I do not remember saying this either, nor mentioning Lady Mahaut.
But you assured the marriage treaty disappeared from the registers?
That I heard it.
And who could profit from its stealing, other than the Countess Mahaut?
It is true that the Countess Mahaut is capable of anything.
Anything.
I know it all too well.
Where do I have to sign?
Here, my Lord.
Very well.
Very fine piece. This Count of Bouville is definitely a brave man.
You are skilled, Tesson. You should be ennobled.
Lord Tesson of Chicagne. That would sound appropriate.
I compliment you as well regarding the deposition of Lord Machaut.
- More authentic than the authentic. - It is entirely fake, my Lord.
I know, I know. Yet Machaut himself does not know it.
He avenges himself of a dead. With a lot of imagination.
Thus, Enguerrand de Marigny, declared to him having received 40000 livres...
...from my aunt Mahaut to make him win his trial before the King.
This man is daydreaming. Firstly, Enguerrand de Marigny, was an honest man.
He died of it.
And my aunt Mahaut, the goose, is stingy.
She would have promised 100000 livres but would never have given 40000.
The best fake witnesses are those who deceive in good faith.
Maitre Tesson, my friend, I made you nominated by the King,
keep collecting all those testimonies. Nothing is more exciting than the quest of truth.
I will help you via my deniers and friendships. I am rich, yet I am good.
Provided I am encouraged to remain good.
We didn't see much of Mahaut at the Court, recently.
She stays still, the old goose.
She is affraid.
I have been informed that our prosecutors are being followed in Artois.
And our witnesses, visited by others than us.
Lady Mahaut has supports on the Queen's side.
But I, I have the King.
- We should still produce the pieces, Lord. - Well they are coming your pieces, they are.
By the way, you noted in Count of Bouville's deposition,
that the marriage treaty was sealed by the 12 Peers.
Why so? Why including it?
Because the witness said it, Lord.
So what? He is quite old, the witness.
He doesn't know what he is saying. With this extra sentence, he will cost me much.
Yes, Maitre Tesson. This copy of the marriage treaty, the one from Artois' registers,
which I am waiting for, if I get it without the seals of the 12 former Peers,
it would be worthless.
People do not assume how many troubles they create me...
How are we to find the names of those 12 Peers? For the Counts and Dukes, it is easy,
but the churchmen Peers, who were they? I told you, you have to be very careful.
My Lord, if you weren't Baron, you would have been the best notary in the Kingdom.
No offense meant.
I meant no offense...
Maitre Tesson, since you are lucky to be well-behaved for so long,
make use of this chance and bring me nice and genuine testimonies.
You will have my gratitude.
Jeanne.
Jeanne!
This damn Tesson. Now he came up with those 12 Peers.
How clumsy he is!
To be reduced, I, to produce fakes to tell the true...
How are we to find the names of those 12 peers?
In the register of the Abbey of Saint-Denis, dear friend.
My confessor will get it without alerting anyone.
Do you know, do you know that if you weren't such a noble Lady,
you would have been the best notary in the Kingdom.
Why? Why are you helping me? You risk to compromise yourself.
Perhaps because I like you.
- So? This work? - Look, my Lord.
A sheet of vellum paper, yellowed by the sun, worn out by ashes.
- Good. And the clerk? - We bribed him.
- What about the seals? - We take them from other pieces.
Many precautions are necessary in order not to break them.
First we heat them up, then we take them off with a hair.
I am worried about the justice's jargon.
My chaplain told me this morning that not any clerk is able to, and in latin,
provide the formula used formerly for princely marriage treaties.
We must find another piece than this marriage treaty.
A piece easier to counterfeit.
- I know! The letter. - Which letter?
The letter of the Count Robert, my grandfather.
The one which confirmed the dispositions that ensured me the inheritance of Artois.
- Do you know the date of this letter? - Oh yes, 28th June 1302.
We must summon the clerk. I want this letter, I need it.
It is a personal letter, therefore easy to counterfeit.
This will certify the rest. Get down to work.
28th June 1302.
Good Sires, friends, I requested your company so that you could avice me.
It is about my trial against Mahaut and the acnkowledgement of my rights of...
...inheritance over Artois. I only want to provide irrefutable proofs.
A certain lady called Divion, that I don't know much, came of her own free will...
...to give me a piece, among others, that she got from the bishop Thierry d'Hirson,
with whom she was a bit, I think, intimate.
So, this Divion is asking for money, of course,
the document seems important, however, before summoning her,
I want to be sure that I am not scammed, that the letter is good.
That it can be used as an evidence for my trial.
You are wise and more skilled than me when it comes to writings,
I would be grateful if you agreed to examine the piece.
Bring this lady of Divion.
No, no, examine the seals, Maitre Tesson.
See, my good Sires.
The green wax seal from my master, Philippe le Bel.
No, my Lord, it is the one of the deceased Count of Artois.
Now, read it, Maitre Tesson.
"We, Robert of France, Peer and Count of Artois,
declare in the presence of the Lords of Saint-Venant, of Saint-Paul, of ?, knights,
who will seal and of Thierry d'Hirson, my clerk,
that at the marriage of our son, Philippe, we entrusted him with our County,
holding it during our life, and that our daughter, Mahaut,
agreed to it, and therefore gave up the aforementioned County...
Oh! But it is of utmost importance.
This is more than what I expected.
No one told me Mahaut agreed to it. Please pursue, Maitre Tesson.
...and now, that our dear and beloved son, the Count Philippe is with god,
we ask our suzerain, the King, if during our war the Lord calls us back to him,
that our suzerain, the King, makes sure that our son isn't dispossessed.
Thus we sealed this in our Arras' hotel, on the 28th june in the year of our lord 1322".
1322?
But, you mean 1302.
The year the Count Robert died.
There is a miswriting.
Yes, yes, Lord, you are right, it must be read 1302.
Is it your place, however, to correct like this?
Yes, my Lord, look, there are two full stops under the word.
And it is the custom of the notaries to correct the miswritten words,
under which there are full stops.
So, for you, Maitre Tesson, the piece is valid?
Certainly, my Lord.
- And for you, Lord Archdeacon? - I think it is.
Maybe you should compare it with other letters from the Count of Artois,
of the same year.
How? How can I compare when Mahaut holds everything in her registers?
No, no, no. I think the piece is valid.
Such things can not be made up.
Especially that Mahaut gave it up.
I didn't know it myself.
Ah more water, Lords, let us wash our hands and let us dine.
And you read it!
And Tesson did, and Divion did too, yet no one among you noticed this 22.
All those efforts for nothing.
You read and reread this letter as well though, Robert.
You were quite satisfied with it, as I remember, weren't you?
Yes, I read and reread it and I didn't see this miswriting either.
To read with the eyes is not the same than out loud.
I did not think we could be so foolish.
This donkey of a notary...
Be glad it happened here and not at the Parliament.
You will have to make sure this doesn't happen with the other pieces.
- Robert. - Yes?
Why, after all, are you insisting so much?
Why risking yourself, me and so many people close to you,
to be one day convicted for lies and fakes?
Those aren't fakes, those aren't lies. This is the truth!
Alright, it is the truth.
But a truth, admit it, that looks bad.
All this will end badly.
Come on, Robert, you have everything.
You are Peer of the Kingdom, brother of the King through me, who is his sister,
let Artois go.
Artois? Let Artois go?
Never.
Do you hear me? Never!
It is true that I am the first Baron of France.
A Baron without land however.
It is true that I got the best education. But it is because the King is your brother.
And the King can die.
If Philippe died, who can say I will get the Regency?
- You shouldn't think about that yet. - Yes I should.
Tomorrow is prepared today.
- And what am I besides? - You are all mighty in the Council.
No. True power comes from the land.
It is measured in crops and men in arms.
Let me remind you that I have none. I can not raise enough men to be frightening.
We have sons, so think about them.
Since I am not sure they have inherited my brain, I would like to leave them the...
...crown of Artois. It is their blood right.
What makes a man truly great is providing for after his death.
Therefore for others than himself.
- My Lord. - Yes?
Lady of Divion is requesting to talk to you immediately.
This lunatic. What does she want now? Does she not fear that I crush her?
Tell her to come.
My Lord. The two ladies, who in Artois, helped to buy the seals for the letter...
- Well? - They are in jail.
Arrested by the sergeants of Lady Mahaut.
May the Devil dry your guts, all of you, evil people that you are!
Released, how? I arrested those two women by whom we could have learned everything,
I am sure that the Divion, this rogue, work with her for this damn Robert.
I get those women, and as soon as they are jailed, they are released?
- On whose order? Repeat! - The King's, Lady.
No, no. The King doesn't care about two servants who hold a kitchen in Arras.
No. It was on Robert's order, who ran to the King to obtain their release.
And who told my nephew that I held those women?
Answer!
Lord Robert has many spies in Artois.
Surely you are aware of it, Lady.
I hope he doesn't have any among the people close to me...
All this trouble was caused because you didn't pay to this Divion the legacy...
...of my uncle Thierry.
This harlot! Who dares sleeping with a bishop.
Certainly it was a sin, yet before it was the bishop who slept with you.
I, who served you in such secret matters, that we did together.
How are we to approach this harlot?
How to approach her?
Do not resent me, you know, I have the hand easy, but,
I know you are a good girl and I only want your good.
After all, if I have to pay 1000 livres...
She stays in the hotel of Lord Robert.
The bitch found refuge at the wolf's.
I offer, Lady, to go and see her in order to talk to her.
It will be risky.
I know, Lady.
You weren't expecting to see me, I think.
Yes I was, Lord. Since it was you I hoped to approach.
Why did you come here?
To inform me of the death of my aunt Mahaut?
Oh no Lord, she lives.
Too bad...
So she sent you as a messenger?
She knows she lost and she wants to come to an agreement with me? I won't.
Lady Mahaut doesn't want to reach an agreement, Lord.
- Since she knows she will win. - She will?
In truth, she will win against 55 witnesses?
All of whom will acknowledge the theft and malice committed against me.
Lady Mahaut surely will have 60 to prove that your witnesses are wrong.
- She will pay them then. - More or less the same price you paid.
The difference is that mine are backed up by valid pieces.
- Fake ones. Valid, but fake ones. - Fake?
So they would be authentic?
So Lady Mahaut has to be wrong as to why there is such a great search for seals,
recently and in Artois, for your House.
It is not your place to interrogate me. I am the one asking what you are doing here.
- Did you come to bribe my people? - Yes. I came to bribe Divion.
She is said to be staying at your place, Lord.
Well, you are quite bold to tell me that.
I can be even more bold than what you think, Lord.
Is it through this cat flap that go the women that you receive?
You might be a bandit, but surely you are astute.
Your eyes are more sharp than my aunt's.
You understood she will lose. And you come to join the winning side.
One doesn't get favours from me with mere smiles.
I have nothing to offer you, Lord.
Therefore, sweet Beatrice, listen to me, for your sake, leave, right now.
Do not dream. We know in what you excel. The kitchens are guarded.
My meals are tasted. My wine too.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?!
You see, Lord, I am bewitching you.
Are you affraid?
It is highly regrettable, Lord.
What do you seek with your cape, your circle an your three feathers?
To summon the devil?
The devil, my Lord.
Here, it is done. For the devil, it is you.
Do you know that we burn witches?
They mate too, Lord. Lord devil.
Well, I didn't kill you, Lord.
Why? Why didn't you kill me?
Because there are better things to do with you, Lord.
If you learnt those things at the sabbat, then I wish more virgins were sent there.
When I think that we are in a house that my uncle, the bishop gave me...
And that Lady Mahaut thinks I am going to meet Divion here, to betray you, Lord.
In two long months you didn't strangle, poison or stab me.
Are you losing your touch?
- Why did you never marry? - Marriage takes place in churches.
- And the evening in bed. - I despise the Church.
You see, Lord, the priests and the Popes, do not teach the truth.
There is not only one God, but two.
- The Devil? - The God of Light and the God of Darkness.
The prince of Good and the Prince of Evil.
As there is man and woman.
It is the Evil who tickles our bellies and make them join together.
If it is so, then I know which one is your God.
- It is Satan. - And you entered into a pact with him.
I did.
You have more brain than what I thought.
Who taught you all this?
Former Templars.
The Templars... They knew all sort of things...
They stayed powerful through magic.
All the harms that came to the Kingdom were because of the alliance...
...the Templars stroke with Satan. Because the Pope condemned them.
And Mahaut? Does she know about your pact?
No. Otherwise she would cast me out.
Why are you telling me all this? To me?
Because, you Lord, you are affraid of no one.
You can get anything you want, without the need to be instructed by any science.
You, you are the Devil himself.
- Me? - Yes.
The Devil doesn't know he is the Devil.
Beatrice was in love. Coming to trap Robert, she was the one trapped now.
If Mahaut died, I could have you join my hotel as lady companion of my wife.
Since I will get the inheritance of Artois,
it would be appropriate that I also get some people from Mahaut's suite.
Thus, I will always have you by my side.
Meanwhile she lives. And if she knew we met in secret, Lord...
It would kill her!
Do you know what I will do?
To avoid her a trial she will utterly lose?
I will persuade the King to summon her. He will convince her to give up on Artois.
She will never agree to it. You know that as much as I do, Lord.
Let's still try.
It would be the best outcome.
No. The best outcome...
...is poison.
My good cousin, I do not wish to rule over what happened during the previous reigns,
but I want to rule over the current state of affairs.
The superintendents are done with their task.
The testimonies aren't in your favour.
- Robert will provide pieces. - Fake ones. Fake pieces.
The County of Artois must not be a matter of quarrels in this Kingdom.
I want to see peace prevails!
Therefore I decided to judge this matter.
Robert will pay you, cousin, 40000 livres per year. I will make sure he agrees on it.
Artois for 40000 livres per year?
If Robert is so confident in his pieces, why is he paying?
If he isn't sure of those, why should I give in?
I refuse, Sire, my cousin, to dispossess myself in such a way.
And since Artois belongs to me, your justice will make me keep it.
No trial, cousin!
Even the one who wins will lose prestige.
Keep your County, your titles, your rights, your crown of Peer, but I ask you,
in a written act ratified by the Peers, to make Robert heir to Artois.
No!
Come on, my cousin, if your brother, the Count Philippe,
didn't die before your father, can you deny that your nephew, today,
would be the the one to hold the County? Thus for both of you, honour is safe.
Did you hear this simpleton, that misfortune gave us as King?
Stripping Artois away from me and make this damn Robert as heir?
You will get Artois, my daughter, they will never make me give in, never!
- And you, how is it going with Divion? - You are right, Lady.
She spends her nights in the bed of Lord Robert.
She told you that?
I heard that Lord Robert is brave in bed. A true giant.
I couldn't give a fig!
My remedies! My medicines! You see that I feel bad! My stomach is bloating.
I will give you, Lady, some quince jam, I prepared it myself.
Mahaut took one month to die.
Evening after evening, Beatrice, pinch after pinch,
was pushing her closer to the grave,
with total impunity as Mahaut, trusting only her, took medecines only from her hand.
Beatrice...
Poisoned... I was poisoned...
Lady, Lady, do not say such things.
It is at the King's, in Maubuisson, that you had your last meal before falling ill.
Precisely.
Beatrice...
I dictated a letter to my brother,
to instruct him... in the case I happened to pass away,
that he goes to the King and requests the homage for Artois.
And my daughter, tell her how I... poisoned.
Yes, Madam, you have been poisoned, and I won't tell anything to your daughter.
It is I, who did everything.
Because I love Lord Robert and he knows how to make me happy.
Die! Now.
- Mother... - Too late, Lady.
She passed away.
The Countess Mahaut was burried in Maubuisson.
Few days later, Lady Jeanne the Widow, her daughter,
wanted to drink a glass of Clairet Wine, it was Beatrice who brought it to her,
and Lady Jeanne the Widow died.
In London, people are being arrested, tortured, hung.
Lord Mortimer, reigning over the Queen, is the almighty protector of the Kingdom.
England woke up from its dreams.
It feels it has exchanged a bad, too weak ruler for a bad, too strong ruler.
It wish that Edward II didn't die.
However, the King had a brother, the Count of Kent.
England is starting to consider Kent.
Speak. Please, speak.
You are sure that we can not be heard, my Lord?
Speak.
My Lord, our good Sire, the King Edward II, is still alive.
- My Lord, I saw him. - Where?
In Corfe Castle. He is being held there secretly.
The King Edward, my brother, was assassinated, three years ago,
in Berkeley Castle.
He lives!
You aren't the first one to tell me so.
And you saw him?
Really? With your own eyes?
With my own eyes.
Be careful, if this is true, it might change many things for the Kingdom.
It is the prior of our order who sent me there.
I earned the trust of the Chaplain.
And one day, I stayed hidden, near a little building, to the left of the guardroom,
the evening, I entered in the great hall, and there, I saw the King.
He was eating. Surrounded by an honorific service.
Did you speak to him?
I wasn't allowed to go near him.
But, the Chaplain showed him to me, from behind a pillar, he told me :
"It is him".
Are you the governor of the fortress? I am asking you a question.
I expect you to answer.
Is the King Edward alive or dead?
- I can not answer you, my Lord. - He is my brother.
- Is it him that you keep? - I am not allowed to speak, my Lord.
A prisoner has been entrusted to my guard, but I can not say his name nor his rank.
- At least, can I see this prisoner? - No.
No, the risk is too great.
A message? Could you give him a message?
Fidelity and respect to my dear brother, please.
I pray God with all my heart that you are in good health,
for arrangements are beind made so that you could be released soon.
Be sure that I have the support of the highest Barons of England,
and of all of their might.
That is to say, their troop and money.
You will be King again,
prelates and Barons swore so on the Gospel.
We have to be sure it was written by the Count of Kent.
It is sealed with his arms.
My son, my son I beg you to act against your mortal enemy,
who wants to make the Kingdom believes that your father is still alive,
so that he can overthrow you and takes your place.
I beg you.
Give orders so that this traitor can be punished.
Kent will be sentenced.
It is all that matters, Lady.
- It is you, isn't it? - Me?
Yes. You.
It is you who sent the monk.
It is you who set the Corfe's trap.
It is you who made up everything.
The crime remains the same.
I only helped to reveal it.
The King will pardon him.
If he does, he will not rule anymore.
And if you don't rule either, you heard, the barons are ready with their troops...
...and their money.
Remember, they were all by our side when we rode together to reconquer your...
...Kingdom.
Three years and now they are ready to overthrow your son.
Why killing Edward? Why cutting into four pieces Hugh le Despenser?
We should have let England to them then.
And if you let alive your closest enemies,
do you think they will forgive you for the child you carry?
What do you want from me this time?
The Governor of Winchester will carry out your order, dear.
Just as well as if it came from the King.
Executed? Without my order?
I ordered for you, Sire, my son.
It is horrible. Four axe blows.
If one wants to be Queen, one must have a strong mind.
I hated my father because of how he ashamed her, how he ashamed the Kingdom.
And now she despises me.
My own mother!
- Montagu, my dear squire. - Sire?
Mortimer is capable of killing us all.
And to marry my mother, to become Regent.
Those are awful thoughts!
Those are awful things, Lady, but not absurd.
Sire, I beg you, my noble King, not to tolerate any longer,
the insolences and schemes of a man who assassinated your father,
corrupted your mother and who just beheaded your uncle.
We swore this morning, we, the faithful barons,
to fight to the very last drop of blood to deliver you from him.
We will do anything.
We are waiting for your goodwill.
Montegu, now I am positive that I like you.
King's order.
- Who goes there? - King's order.
Lord Mortimer, get out!
It is your King who comes to apprehend you!
Son, son I beg you, spare my dear Mortimer.
Did he spare your honour?
Do not harm his body, my son. He is a brave knight, our beloved friend.
Remember, you owe him your throne.
He merely hastened my reign.
My Lords, seize him.
Farewell Isabella.
My Queen...
We loved each other plenty.
The Parliament of England sentenced Roger Mortimer to death by hanging.
The She-Wolf of France never showed up at the court again.
- It tastes horribly. - I expected your arrival sooner, Lord.
I had important matters to deal with who prevented me from coming.
Such as yesterday and the day before yesterday...
You have to understand that right now we have to be even more careful.
What a good excuse.
"I will come by daytime now", you said Lord, "for the night is too dangerous".
But the night belongs to the Countess, your wife.
You know that I don't approach her any longer.
- All husbands say that! - Stop!
I have other issues to deal with than listening to females' nonsenses.
I just showed my letters to the King's Chamber.
Did everything go as you wanted?
Not exactly. I thought it was over, I got rid of Mahaut...
I got rid of Mahaut for you.
- I got rid of her daughter. - I got rid of her daughter for you.
And now it is the Duchess of Bourgogne, the granddaughter of Mahaut!
She claims Artois and contest my pieces.
All the daughters of Bourgogne are harlots, thieves and liars.
They have the Duchy of Bourgogne, what else do they want?
Artois, which they stole from me!
I stand alone...
Alone...
Since the death of this... old goose of Mahaut,
I do not have enemies that match me anymore.
One only fights well against a worthy adversary.
Now it is only bastards and females who oppose me...
I am Peer of France, yet I am bored.
When will my sweet Lord Robert take me in his hotel,
and will make me lady companion of his Countess, as he promised me?
- Later. - When?
A bit of patience, hell! Robert of Artois is a man of his word.
Patience? Lord you think I hadn't any?
Come on, do not complain.
You get the best of me.
If I took you into my house, it is likely that I will have less...
...opportunities to see you.
And more discretly...
The best of you, you say?
So, why are you waiting to give it to me?
The bed is ready.
No. I have now to come back to the Palais to see the King in secret,
and deal with the Duchess of Bourgogne!
- Then tomorrow? - Tomorrow I must go to Beaumont's.
- Will you stay there? - Not long, two weeks.
- Will Divion be in your suite? - Yes. Yes, my wife decided so.
Very well.
Then I will wait for you, Lord.
As a loving and faithful servant.
Divion was arrested? Who did it?
- Three sergeants. - What sergeants?! By whose order?
- The King's. - The King's, arresting at my place...
- Did you see the order at least? - Here it is, Lord.
I would only let Divion go if it was given to me.
Sire, my brother, take back the Peerage you gave to me,
my fiefdoms, my lands, my incomes.
Prevent me from using them.
Dismiss me of your small council, which I am not worthy of attending anymore,
for I am nothing anymore to the Kingdom.
What is it, my brother? What is this excitement? What are you speaking of?
I am speaking the truth, my brother.
I am saying that I am nothing anymore to the Kingdom,
since the King, without notifying me beforehand,
arrests a person living at my place.
- Who did I arrest? What person? - A lady of Divion, my brother.
She is from my house, serving my wife with her dresses, your sister.
Three sergeants, on your oder, just arrested her in my castle of Conches,
to put her in jail.
On my order?
But I never gave such order!
Divion, you say?
I don't know this name.
Please, my brother, believe me.
Even if I had cause to, I wouldn't have arrested someone in your home...
...without informing you before, and asking your advice on it.
This is what I would have believed, my brother, yet this order is from you.
No. I never sealed this nor dictated anything close to it.
Could it be, my brother, that your seal was counterfeited?
It is not possible.
Look, the "L" of my name, there is a hollow full stop in the border.
Was the seal taken from another piece?
No, my small seal is a breakable one to avoid this, and never on flat paper.
So?
So my seal was stolen from me at some point, that is certain.
But who?
And when?
I only dispose of it at night.
I get it back in the morning.
What about the writing, my brother? Whose is it?
I know this handwriting.
Summon immediately, wherever he is, the clerk Robert Mulet.
Tell him to come with his plumes.
Does this Mulet work for the Queen Jeanne's writings? Your wife's?
Sometimes for mine. Sometimes for hers.
Put down your box and write.
"By the King's grace, to our beloved and loyal Provost-Marshal of Paris,
Jean de Milon, we greet you.
We order you to immediately deliver the Lady...
Jeanne of Divion.
...Jeanne of Divion, who is jailed in our prison..."
- By the way, where is she? - In Nesle's Tower, Sire.
How do you know that?
Sire, it is because I had the honour the other day to write down your order,
in order to arrest this Lady.
Who dictated it to you?
The Queen, Sire.
The Queen...
Yes, Sire, she told me you hadn't the time to do it,
and that you instructed her to do it.
- You do not pursue, Sire? - Certainly.
Write the usual formula.
To the Provost Marshal, immediately, on the King's order.
Jeanne!
Since when, Lady, orders are being sent on my behalf?
An order, my beloved Sire?
And since when my seal is robbed from me while I sleep?!
Your seal, sweetheart? I never touched your seal.
Of what seal are you speaking of?
It was the other night, wasn't it?
Filthy harlot who deceives me when I sleep and robs my royal seal.
What fine use you do of the hotel I gave you.
Are you just as bad as your sister?
Is this tower cursed? Will it always host the misdeeds from Bourgogne?
Am I not right, Robert?
Yes I did it! Yes I robbed your seal while you slept!
Because you dispense bad justice.
And I will defend my brother of Bourgogne against this wicked Robert, here.
Who always harmed us! And who, in collusion with your father,
killed my sister Marguerite!
Do not debase the memory of my father with your words.
And do not touch my brother. He is the best support of my throne.
Get out, Lady.
Isn't that a terrible thing, Robert?
To have to be wary of your own wife. And even when you sleep!
I can not lock her up in a convent. She is my wife.
I can not let her sleep by my side anymore.
It is all I can do.
The worst is that I love her.
This cheeky woman.
So, Lord Provost Marshal, did you release this Lady?
- No, Sire. - What?
Was my order fake this time?
No, Sire. But...
But what?!
But, Sire, this Lady confessed.
What? What did she confess?
All sort of vilenesses, my Lord. Fake writings, counterfeited pieces...
And other things.
Certainly, if she was tortured, she must have confessed much.
Let me deliver you to the torturers, and you will confess wanting to sodomize me.
Alas, Lord, the Lady spoke out of fear.
Simply out of fear of being questioned.
And she gave a long list of accomplices.
Your advice, my brother?
Your justice, Sire, my brother, your justice.
Keep this woman in jail and if she deceived me,
know that I will require of you the harshest severity.
Beatrice...
You were the only one to know Divion was at my place.
Beatrice...
You will pay for this.
A month later, sailors fished out of the Seine a floating bag,
inside which a woman's body was.
The visage had been disfigured, crushed, to be unidentifiable.
The neck had the trace of a string.
Hear, hear.
It is made known to everyone, that the day of the Saint Lucy, 6th of July,
near the town of Evreux, will take place a very noble tournament,
where maces, lances, and swords will be used to strike.
Our sire, the King, and his high barons will be contestants.
- Robert. - Yes?
Your trial goes badly because your letters are fakes.
No, my brother, they are authentic.
Robert you shouldn't persist with it, it looks bad.
The order for your trial is 1 month old.
I refuse to sign it because I do not want my brother to face despicable people.
Who might soil him to a point he might not be able to recover.
I will deal with it, my brother.
Your notary spoke out, Robert.
The counterfeiters have been arrested.
They confessed having written your letters.
They are authentic.
I do not say you are as guilty as your enemies say.
Those letters were brought to you, you thought they were legitimate.
You were fooled.
This is a female machination.
Set up between your wife and her sister in law of Bourgogne...
I also wish to regard as slander what is said about the death of your aunt.
She ate at your place.
But her daughter didn't, yet she died two months later.
I think malice has a part in their deaths. If it has, I wasn't their only enemy.
- Robert... - Yes?
I am waiting for your answer.
What answer?
That you give up on Artois so that I might put an end to this affair.
Give up on Artois?
And you, Sire, my brother, did you give up on the word you gave me?
Before being King?
Did you forget who put you on the throne?
Who rallied the Peers to you?
Who won you your sceptre?
If I had forgotten, Robert, do you think I would talk to you right now as I am?
For the last time, give up.
Never.
It is to the King that you are saying no!
Yes, Sire.
To the King I made.
So if you don't want to save your honour of Peer,
I will make sure to save my honour of King.
Forgive me, Lord, not to stand up to greet you as I should.
All my cousins came from Siena to see me dying.
Lord of Artois is a friend, I dare to say it.
All that can be done for him, must be done, he saved us, often.
But, if it is money that you need, Lord, alas, alas,
despite all my devotion for you, we can not do anything, you know all too well why.
Even under Philippe le Bel's reign, we have never been treated in such a way.
I do not come to borrow money from you.
But to ask you to take some from me.
I am leaving, banker.
I am leaving the Kingdom.
You, Lord?
Yes. Do you know how this King treats me? Whose sister I married?
And who would never have been King if it wasn't for me?
He sent his men to nail on the door of all my castles the order for me to appear...
... at his court, for the Saint Michel.
It is the bad Queen, lame woman who won. It is Bourgogne who wins.
They jailed my chaplain, my notaries, they troubled my witnesses,
so that they back down, although they judge me, I will not be here.
They stole Artois from me. This Kingdom is nothing to me anymore.
Its King is my enemy. I will go abroad, to harm him as much as I can.
So here it is, banker. My money for promissory notes for your English and...
...Dutch counters. And keep for yourself 2 livres for each 20 livres.
We are leaving as well, Lord.
Or rather, they leave. I will only leave to France my small bones,
which are meagre wealth.
We agree, Lord. Trust us with your money, we will give you promissory notes,
for the same amount, without taking any from it.
I am grateful, Tolomei. My chests will be sent at night.
You will have your revenge, Lord, I will not get to see it, but I am telling you,
you will have your revenge.
Tolomei, I saw brave men fight until the very end in battles,
you are as brave as them, in your way.
No, Lord, no. It is not courage, on the contrary.
If I wasn't a banker, I would be so scared right now.
And your son? How old is he?
He is 15. He lives in Siena. Soon he will be taller than me.
But he is not very interested in banking.
Maybe he got that from his mother.
Farewell, banker.
My Lord...
Leave me. I want to bless you.
Lord Robert of Artois, Count of Beaumont-le-Roger, Peer of the King,
is to appear before the court so that he may know the charges, defend himself,
acknowledge his wrongdoings and obtain his grace.
However, the aforesaid Robert, dismissing this merciful offer,
did not come back in the Kingdom, but in his many travels,
he associated with all sort of evil people, banished, and enemies of the King.
And he alerted many people who repeated it, of his intention to kill...
...by the sword or by evil spell, the Keeper of the Seals, the Marshall,
and varied advisers of our Sire, the King.
And, finally, he threatened the King himself in the same fashion.
Lord Robert of Artois, Count of Beaumont-le-Roger,
is to appear before the Court.
Consequently, in the King's name, we call for that the aforesaid Robert...
...be deprived of his titles, rights, and prerogatives of Peer of the Kingdom,
also of all his other titles, seigneuries and possessions,
moreover, that his assets, lands, castles, houses and all commodities belonging to...
...him, be seized and added to the treasury so that it can be used to the King's will.
Additionally, that his coat of arms be destroyed, in the presence of the...
...Peers and Barons, so that it may never appear again on banners or seals,
and his person to always be banished from the Kingdom.
In order for it to be executed by the King.
Your advice, my Peers?
If one does not speak, he approves.
It is judged.
The Peerage of Beaumont stopped existing.
Exiled, Robert of Artois is roaming at the Kingdom's borders.
He only has in mind to carry out his vengeance.
Flanders is on the verge of revolting.
Jacob van Artevelde is one of the leader.
Due to the King of France, we have been forced to expel the English merchants.
Now the Englishman, in retaliation, threatens to stop providing us with his wool.
That day, Lord, the textile workers will have to close their shops.
But this day, they might just as well take out their knives.
My Lord van Artevelde, this is what I called being caught between two fires.
It is better to choose a side. To revolt against the King of France,
and openly ally with the Englishman.
Your militias are brave, but without cavalry, they will only be able...
...to carry out minor actions which won't be enough to influence the outcome.
Support them with a regiment of English knights.
March into French lands through Artois, there I bet I will rally more men to you.
I thought about it, Lord.
But our bourgeois took an oath before the King of France.
Even when they take up arms against him, he remains their master.
And religion, Lord, France knows how to make use of it.
We face excommunication if we rebel.
Our families fear being deprived of Masses and priests.
It is the allegiance to the King of France who prevents you from forming alliance...
...and taking up arms again?
Precisely, Lord.
What if the King of England became the King of France?
I am saying: what if the King of England was the King of France?
If he claimed the crown for himself? If he established his rights?
If he proved that the Kingdom of France is his?
If he presented himself as your rightful suzerain?
Those are fantasies you speak of here, Lord.
Fantasies?
This quarrel was never judged, its cause is not lost.
When my cousin of Valois became King, the deputies of England came to proclaim...
...the rights of the Queen Isabella and of her son, Edward.
They weren't heard because we didn't want to.
I escorted them back to their ship.
What if we took back this matter into our hands?
How?
If we said to our textile workers, your merchants, your cities administrators:
"Your rightful suzerain lives in London".
Do you really think anyone would be convinced by this, Lord?
Let alone agree to take part in such thing?
Lord van Artevelde, only one person needs to be convinced so that it works out,
the King of England himself.
And only one other can convince him, me.
Barons of England, I said to your King:
"If you think that my presence in your Kingdom might create any peril or trouble,
then hand me over to the hatred of Philippe, the unfit King,
I won't have cause to complain, for you welcomed me so generously".
My cousin, you are my guest and you are very precious to me in view of your advices.
The King of France requested again to my Seneschal of Guyenne,
to hand over to him immediately his most mortal enemy, the Count Robert of Artois.
Failing that, the Duchy would be seized.
I was expecting this.
The so-called King of France has no other ideas but reiterating what I came up with...
...formerly in Sarlat, Sire Edward, against your father.
The manoeuvre is thick, now that it is used for the second time.
But now England has a King who reigns, and France no longer has Robert of Artois.
Therefore I tell you, Barons of England, the rule that states that,
France can not be given to a woman, nor given through woman,
was never taken from old customs.
It is but a timely finding started by an old Constable,
during the succession, 20 years ago, of Louis Hutin, the assassinated King.
The crown of France, in all equity, should have been Queen Isabella's.
And today, the three sons of Philippe le Bel being dead, the crown of France,
in all equity, must be King Edward's, your Sire, son of Queen Isabella.
Sire Edward, I acknowledge and salute you as the true King of France.
Sire, on behalf of the King Edward of England, my Sire,
and because your coronation did not take place in the proper way,
I ask you to hand over to him the crown of France.
This crazy Robert!
Now he is making my little cousin Edward lose his mind.
The challenge from Kingdom to Kingdom... I was expecting anything, Lord Bishop.
To the refusal of my cousin to turn my cousin of Valois in,
to a protestation against the decree of seizure of Guyenne,
I would have dealth with it, sure, but my crown? My entire Kingdom?
My cousin, the King Edward, when he swore homage to me,
didn't he acknowledge me as King?
Our sire was minor then.
The homage he gave you was decided only on the order of the traitor Mortimer.
Times have changed, Sire.
It is your place now, as Count of Valois, to swear homage to King Edward.
Where are you staying, Lord Bishop?
At the hotel of the Tetu castle, Tiroir Street.
Well, go back there. Visit our town of Paris for a few days,
come back to see us, if you wish so, with some more reasonable offer.
In truth, I don't bear you a grudge, to have carried out such mission without...
...laughing, you are the best ambassador I have ever received.
Sire, I give you the challenge letters.
Certainly, we will keep those good papers to read them often,
they will help us to get rid of sorrow if it affects us.
And we will give you some drinks, after speaking so much, you must be thirsty.
Waiting is the eternal fate of exiles.
The war of Robert of Artois wasn't the war of England yet.
And, Robert, in Windsor, was bored.
Lord, the bird!
What a cowardly bird. My sparrow hawk could have knocked him out in one beak hit,
and he ran away, the coward, he ran away.
Those herons are afraid of their own shadow, they run away as soon as they see it.
What should I do with it, Lord?
Bring it to the kitchen, and you will get me or one two minstrels,
among those who are in the castle.
Let me pass! I am bringing a present to your King.
Sire, this is a heron, that my sparrow hawk captured.
It is the most cowardly bird in the world, for he runs away before all others.
I think the people of your country should devote themselves to it.
And I am sure it would look proper on England's coat of arms,
much better than the lions.
For months you have been speaking highly, multiplying the challenges,
fighting with words, but only in words.
Sire Edward, it is to you that I offer this heron,
for it rightly belongs to the most cowardly Prince of this world,
who has been disinherited of the Kingdom of France.
And who lacks heart, to conquer what belongs to him.
Since I am being called a coward, in front of ladies and my barons,
I should express my opinion on this.
You misjudged me, my cousin.
It is not cowardice that holds me back,
and I swear to you that, before the year ends, I will have crossed the water,
in order to defy the so called King of France,
and to fight him, even if he came to me ten to one.
I thank you for this heron you captured for me and that I accept with gratitude.
Sire Edward, my young and brave cousin, I wasn't expecting other answer from you,
your noble heart spoke, and it delights me for your glory.
Before God who hears us, I swear to assist you anywhere in battle,
and pray that long enough life be granted to me, to serve you plenty,
and to avenge myself plenty.
My noble Lords, won't any of you swear, like your beloved Sire just did?
My Lord Montegu, I ask you first.
Count Robert, according to your wish, since the King, our sire,
designated his enemy, I choose mine, and as I am Marshal of England,
I swear not to rest until I defeat in battle the Marshal of Philippe,
the fake King of France.
I can not swear without the authorisation of my Lord.
Swear all that you wish, wish ardently, I approve in advance.
May God help you.
Since I can swear what I want, sweet Sire, since I am pregnant,
I swear I will give birth if you bring me on the other side of the Channel,
to fulfil your wish.
But, if you leave me here and bring others there,
then I will kill myself with a huge knife to lose at the same time my soul and...
...my fruit.
You are giving us all a lesson of duty.
After you, no one will not swear.
Inform my cousin Philippe that, to prevent great destructions to the people and to the...
...countries, a great mortality of christians, thing that every prince must attempt to avoid,
I propose him to fight him in single combat,
so that this quarrel regarding the inheritance of France may be solved,
which is our personal matter.
If the Count of Valois refuses this challenge between us,
I offer him to fight him with only 100 knights on each side,
in closed field, with unblunt lances, with swords without edge or point.
As prize: the crown of Saint Louis.
The proposition of my cousin from England has been made known to Philippe of Valois.
No from the King of France, whose vassal Edward is, and who treacherously revolted.
I decline.
This time, Robert of Artois won.
War, his war, breaks out.
Leading an army of 22,000 English men, he disembarks in Brittany.
He takes Brest, he attacks Vannes, and there...
I will be riding tomorrow.
Take it out, Lormet!
Take it out!
On the boat that was carrying Robert back to England,
it took four days to death to drain all the strength and hatred he had left in him.
France... Lormet...
- France... - Lord...
- Lormet... - You must make a will.
No... No, no.
- The Host, Lord. - No, no...
No!
Isabella?
Look, Lormet, look.
How beautiful she is.
Lady, I came from France especially for this.
To tell you that your sisters in law are whores.
No! Not Marguerite! Not her, not her!
- She shouted, Lormet, when you strangled her. - No, no, Lord.
She had a whole body, made especially for love.
Lormet... My wheat, Lormet... It is mine. It is my good.
Yes...
The King... Lormet, the King.
On our knees, Lormet.
"It is to the King that you are saying no!"
Yes, Sire, to the King I made.
"You must give up on Artois, Robert".
"Give up".
"Give up..."
Never!
Each and every man that comes into existence is invested with a task,
that he often ignores himself, and everything drives him to carry it out,
with the delusion of liberty.
Robert of Artois set the Western World on fire, his task was over.
He sparkled, between France and England, a war that would last 100 years.
Original subtitles by NeewaX.