Angelique et le roy Page #5

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Of course.

The Court is France.

Without evidence,

the King cannot act.

Must I remind you

that they are killing infants?

Perhaps, by letting a few die,

thousands more are saved.

I shall inform him about the poison

when the time is right,

and everyone shall know.

In the meantime, I beg you, leave Court.

Never! I am a woman,

and the life of even a single child

means everything to me.

I shall talk to the King.

Just one second.

Do that, and you will

never again see your husband,

Joffrey of Peyrac.

What is this blackmail?

What is this odious lie?

It is the truth.

Joffrey is dead.

He is alive.

I didn't want it to be known

by the King's future mistress,

but I saw no other way

of diverting you from your folly.

- I don't believe you.

- You shall.

Come.

I found the architect who built

your husband's residence.

The land formerly belonged

to the Grand Master of the Templars.

This well has an exit dating

from the time of Philip the Fair.

It comes out

into the Cemetery of the Innocents.

I discovered this all by myself.

Whose seal is this?

Peyrac's.

Do you recognize these bags?

They're Joffrey's.

He kept his gold in them.

There! This is tangible proof

that your husband

did not drown in the Seine

near Gassincourt.

I learnt all this

by means of a long investigation.

Nursed back to health by abbey monks,

Joffrey of Peyrac

made his way back to Paris.

Hunted and destitute, he had nothing left.

He went to the Cemetery of the Innocents,

made his way in

through the secret entrance,

and came here for his gold.

For with gold one can wage war,

one can hire accomplices,

one can buy freedom.

Joffrey! He's alive and free!

How delightful to see you happy!

Where is he?

I lost trace of him at a port in Midi.

Midi? I shall go and look for him.

I shall find him!

I am sure you will. And I am delighted.

My carriage, immediately!

Lisette, my trunks!

I leave this hour!

I beg you to wait until the morning.

The roads are not safe at night.

Tomorrow, then. Just to please you.

Where is Monsieur Savary?

He just rushed out, Madame.

I'll make that old liar pay!

Angelique of Plessis-Belliere.

I knew her at once.

The dwarf was devoted to her.

- If she speaks to the King...

- Disgrace!

But torture for you.

Then you'll be burnt for witchcraft.

We must be rid of her. Tonight.

Yes, but no poison this time.

I want decisive action.

An old method,

but one that's tried and trusted.

Wanted to kill her?

Joffrey!

Joffrey, my love!

Speak to me!

Why?

But why?

Why?

It was him, I saw him.

Perhaps he has changed.

The Count of Peyrac you loved

died at the stake.

He could have lost his rank and fortune

but remained himself.

Perhaps.

But in the meantime

you married Plessis-Belliere.

I thought he was dead.

He had died, and I was but a woman.

He loved no ordinary woman,

but Angelique!

He loves me no more?

He thinks you have no future together.

So many years spent apart.

We have the present.

When in love, you can fit

a lifetime into one night.

My men are guarding your doors.

The King's orders.

But you have the tunnel.

It's locked. Still, it doesn't matter now.

Locked doors can be forced,

so that pure air may circulate

through the temple.

Not my words. Solomon's.

Did Peyrac set you up here?

- In a way.

- And in another?

I swore to keep my silence.

How did you get in?

By the tunnel.

It's locked.

The Count of Peyrac gave me the key.

This, too.

My love.

I came to watch you sleep,

to see you without your seeing me.

Fate was cruel

to let us see each other.

The reason I fled without speaking

was because one word

would have awakened so many things

which should be left alone.

Your life is in the open.

Mine, henceforth, in the shadows.

I can offer you nothing now.

Forget me.

Soon, perhaps, you will find a new destiny.

Do not refuse it, I beg you.

Stay alive for us, for our children.

I take with me a piece of eternity,

your smile as you slept.

Be reasonable, Madame.

Reasonable?

I've never been reasonable.

I shall go to Midi and find him.

We shall both go to Midi.

Or, rather, all three of us.

- Three?

- The naphtha!

You old madman!

Find us a light carriage and four.

Let us fly!

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