Mayeux le bossu Page #2

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the child is a bastard.

And bastards have no rights.

None!

Tonight we sleep

at my chateau in Lambray.

The Old Man... the Kng...

wanted to marry me

to a fat Flemish princess,

Gertrud van den Bleueken.

I can see his face when he hears!

He thinks I only like boys.

Ever dabbled in sodomy?

Oh, no. No!

Good, my friend. Good night.

I met Blanche a year ago.

At the Prince's Ball.

Ravishing. Gracious.

I never saw Gonzague so smitten.

I beat him to it, naturally.

I love to annoy him.

So, we danced... drank champagne...

I amused her.

The night was splendid.

The groves of Versailles

shook with lovers' sighs.

We added our own to them.

But, tell me, where were you born?

I was found in the ruins

of the Chateau Lagardre.

Then I lived under bridges.

Under bridges?

I would have loved that!

So your parents let you

sleep outdoors?

Now watch ye, one and all!

The Little Parisian is about to fall

Off the bridge into the Seine

Throw him some pennies

for his pains!

When I was 8, I'd dive off the Pont

Neuf to fish for coins thrown to me.

Or I'd curl up

to sleep under baskets or hatboxes.

Then, no offense, you were...

An acrobat, my lord. An acrobat.

But not abandoned?

Not lost but found, my lord.

By Cocardasse and Passepoil,

who taught me to fight

and the few other things I know.

Allow me one remark:

Chew with your mouth closed.

But you keep questioning me.

And don't speak

with your mouth full.

That's the rule. Live with it.

My lord...

Have you noticed:

for the past 3 days

you've treated me like a somebody.

Perhaps...

We'll change horses at Escalette

and be in Caylus tomorrow.

My son, the Marquis d'Escalette!

Sounds nice, no?

Superb. Your son is lucky.

I like you, my friend.

How would you like to be noble?

I am empowered

to confer knighthood.

Just plain "Lagardre"

sounds so common.

Kneel! On one knee.

Your Christian name?

I never had one.

Indeed, you lack everything.

Now, the dubbing...

I do dub thee

Chevalier de Lagardre.

- Let's go.

- Wait. It's madness!

Peasants take cattle over it.

One at a time.

The red kerchief! Death...

Ride ahead. I'll hold them off.

- You'll never manage!

- Go on!

Go, my lord!

Very well, but listen!

You know my first attack.

My second makes you invincible.

Attack me.

Parry in seventh, riposte,

envelop in quarte...

beat forearm!

Take blade as you change arm.

Disarm.

To the forehead!

You can't pierce the forehead.

You can.

Right here. You try!

- Blood brothers, Chevalier!

- You've made me immortal!

Immortal!

I can hold off an entire army.

Immortal!

Blanche!

Is your bastard daring to squall?

Yes, father.

I forbid it to open its mouth

under my roof!

But it's a baby...

All the more reason to shut it up!

Shame has no age or excuse.

Your Lordship, someone...

a lord... asks to see you.

I never receive mornings or middays,

and certainly not evenings!

That's what I told him...

Baron...

Blanche...

Sir, even if you were a prince...

But he is a prince! My prince!

Philippe Louis Charles de Villepin,

Duke de Nevers,

Marquis de Lognes,

Viscount de Donzy,

Lord of Soindres,

Dammartin and Buzenval,

do you take as your wife

Blanche Aurore Marie de Caylus?

Yes.

I do.

In the name of Our Lord,

I declare you man and wife.

Oh, my angel...

Your very image.

More like you.

Adorable.

Beddy-bye.

I lost my crown.

My crown of orange blossoms.

I must wear it

when I give myself to you.

Later.

No, it's bad luck.

Find it, please. Go on...

Madame, I am already your slave.

Quick, quick!

The cape!

The child's cape!

- Tell me!

- Later!

We can get out by the moat.

Take the child away.

Let me go!

They're taking our baby!

Save our baby!

This way.

You!

I'd have died 10 times for you.

You need die for me

only once, cousin.

You're branded!

If you don't come to Lagardre,

Lagardre will go to you!

I'll get the horses.

No need...

I'm bound for another country.

They killed my wife.

My child has only you now.

Save it.

And avenge me!

In a year from now...

In 10 years...20...

Avenge me!

- I know the assassin...

- Who?

- It's...

- Who's the assassin?

It's...

Philippe, I swear to thee...

In a year, 10 years... 20...

I'll avenge thee.

Anybody here?

Hungry, are you?

Wait.

Wait, little man, wait.

It'll be all right.

You'll see.

I'll learn.

It just takes practice.

My God!

A girl!

All this bother over a little hussy!

Aurore...

When things calm down

I'll take you to...

Take you to whom? Everyone's dead!

Oh, Lord!

Now watch ye, one and all

The Little Parisian

is about to fall...

The first ones, dear heart.

They're called flowers.

Spring is coming. Yes, it is.

And spring is the dawn

of the new year.

Tomorrow, or the day after,

we'll leave here and go back down.

We'll find you a new family...

Good people.

Yes, French.

May we rest a moment

under your roof?

My son, Marcello,

fell into the river. He is tu...

tutto gelato.

Come up.

Some soup?

I guess you're all right now.

What is our savior's name?

What does it matter?

Just call me Chevalier.

Are you players?

Strolling. We play fairs, castles,

weddings, baptisms...

We amuse with words and grimaces,

and very old magic tricks.

In one village,

the innkeeper told me

of a tragedy, as awful

as one in the theater.

An entire wedding party murdered,

three valleys from here.

They're looking for a brigand,

who abducted a child...

Saved a child.

- No more questions.

- Thank you, Signore.

Patience!

Come...

Hush! Be quiet!

- She's crying.

- I don't hear anything.

Aurore never cries at night.

Maybe it's her first tooth.

What is it, my angel?

My baby, my baby...

Go to sleep, my baby.

She must have had a bad dream.

Are you cold? You're hungry.

Paolo, Ornella! Help me!

Hide here! The bambina! Quickly!

A man and a baby fell in!

The child is snagged.

Bring her back.

And wet my boots?

You there... Fish her out!

I would have liked to kiss

the poor child.

Not a pretty sight!

Face all crushed.

And her brains...

Enough!

It's the child's bonnet.

For the family.

What's left of it.

Dear cousin,

I loved the father,

I'd have loved the child.

God called her back.

But Life is the stronger.

Welcome it.

Never!

I am not merely a widow

and bereaved mother,

I am a dead woman.

I understand you.

Yet... if I may broach the subject...

You will inherit a great fortune.

For the sake of Nevers' memory,

you must protect it

from greed and intrigues.

My father's death alone

...leaves me a fortune

I don't know what do with.

Do good with it.

Doing good is a balm

for the sorrows of the soul.

Our cousin is right.

No harm in doing good!

Our nuns attest to that.

It is too great an effort.

I am weary.

We will help you.

Madame, you are not as alone

as you imagine.

Wasn't there a small locket

with the child's name?

Aurore...

I told you already...

At great risk, I saved what

I could... No, no locket!

I know it comes as

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