N (Io e Napoleone) Page #4

It's market day.

The market!

Let us go to the market too.

Come, Martino.

Long live Napoleon,

you're number one!

You blow them all away!

Thank you.

- May I?

- Be my guest!

In France we call this "renette".

How much is it?

- Two silver coins for a case.

- So expensive.

For you, they're free.

For him, they're free.

He's Napoleon!

Down with the English,

long live Napoleon!

Look at the eyes of these people.

They see the reflection

of themselves...

and their desire to be uplifted.

To sum up,

has Napoleon chosen the multitudes...

or have the multitudes

chosen Napoleon?

- Well?

- He doesn't want to eat.

- Open up.

- Leave me alone.

You used to despise him,

now you spend all day with him...

and you treat your family

like strangers.

Fine, starve yourself!

What is happening to me?

I hesitate and waste opportunities...

now even my objects are missing.

It's as if the godso

after having incited me...

now enjoy cluttering my course

with obstacles.

Or perhaps

they are testing my will.

I can do it...

Dear Mary! Martino!

Or perhaps they

want to choose the moment...

I must merely be prepared

to receive another sign...

this time it'll be unequivocal

and definitive.

You come along too, lad.

- Where are we going?

- To Pianosa...

reconnaissance and boar hunting.

I think the wind will help us.

Grab the pans, dried codfish,

and onion stew.

Trackers and hunters this way!

Beloved Majesty, notre soleil!

Notary Bonci Baccelli,

historic leader of Elba's hunters.

I yearn for your command!

Let us go.

Let us go.

Your Majesty used to come here

with your esteemed father.

Sadly, it's true.

Our only happy moments

are from childhood...

but recalling them is sad...

because a passion for ourselves

has set in...

which leads us toward vanity...

until death.

That's the meaning of life

in a nutshell.

I'm speechless!

In position for hunting.

On our way, mouths sealed

because boars have keen ears.

As if the boars

are waiting for him!

Two rifles are weighing you down,

give me one.

Thank you.

Isn't that better?

In position.

Let the hunting begin,

unleash the hounds.

If you ask me,

there's something brewing.

- The boars are approaching?

- No way!

The other night

they had us unload a sailboat...

five heavy coffers,

I think they were full of money.

Yes.

They were taken away on wagon

in the night.

I bet they're part of a secret plan

against the English.

Weapons?

There's never been

so much boat traffic...

day and night, as you've noticed.

I have.

I'll go take a look.

Beware of vipers.

Why are you here?

Boars...

There are no boars.

There are no boars.

Positions are there.

- The boars are down there.

- Down there.

If there are any.

The hunt is over.

It's over.

- I'd better take the rifle.

Yes.

Because...

It's beyond meo Your Majesty...

there's usually

an abundance of game here.

At least we got some fresh air,

worked up an appetite.

Aren't you hungry?

I command the troops

to attack the dried codfish.

How funny!

Your Supremacy,

we nominate you honoris causa...

one of us, a rough and tough Tuscan

of the woods and coast.

Hurray!

If Your Supremacy consents,

I'll recite my lyrical poem

about our passion for stomping turf

and hunting game.

- It's lovely.

- Let's start.

"At every minute of the day,

with fervent hearts we make our way...

one eye open, the other closed,

finger on the trigger we are posed...

with attentive ears we prowl,

to hear the boar's growl.

- When suddenly..."

- Short, but effective. Bravo.

- You should write more, let's eat.

- Thank you.

Let's eat.

- He liked it!

- Very much!

Majesty, it's unbelievable,

terrible...

the boars ate evetything.

Nothing works on this damn island!

The bread, salami,

cheese, galantine!

While you were up there,

in one second they came...

Shoot him!

Then we'll roast and eat him.

He was kidding!

He's so funny he slays me!

Lovely...

we're snacking together.

How odd, we attribute grace

to the sparrow...

and fierceness to the lion...

yet they both devour live beings,

insects or lambs.

What's the difference?

Are you not writing?

Should I write that the sparrow

is as cruel as a lion?

If you don't mind.

You were speaking

of fallen soldiers.

The two themes are connected.

Nature says the strongest

overcome the weakest. So...

Write...

During the crucial point of a battle,

he who uses unexpected artillery...

is sure to win...

with no worries of fallen soldiers.

What is it?

How is that possible?

I just told you.

Position the troops

so they're easily gathered.

How is it possible to not worry

about fallen soldiers?

How is it possible to not worry

about fallen soldiers?

War can be written about,

it can't be waged as it's written.

What impedes us from considering

war and death one in the same?

Fear! It obliges us

to think about victory.

Woe is you if you write that.

You cannot imagine the pride...

and desperate joy

of the many people I saw die.

- Thousands of people!

- I know!

Don't meddle in my anguish...

stupid boy, how dare you!

Evetything's fine, thank you Ali.

I'm sorry...

but I can't bear hearing you

apply arithmetic...

to my pain.

Tell Marchand to bring some cognac.

Have you forgiven me?

Of course! Yes, yes.

I've heard some rumors about you...

about our little teacher...

- You rascal!

- The Baroness...

- Can I serve you?

- Sure.

I hear she's rather beautiful.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

We're friends...

I have the honor of her friendship.

You're quite the gentleman too.

So you're a master in the classroom

and in the bed.

His mother and sister Paolina

are here too.

- They're so stylish.

- It's true.

Silence.

Mr. Papucci?

Mr. Papucci?

This is for you, it's urgent.

We could go eat

some fritters with sugar.

Enough, don't overdo it.

- Be happy that you took me to mass.

- Alright.

Where's that madman going?

Martino?

- Some biscuits and sweet wine, why not?

- Stop it.

Where is she?

Hello.

- What a surprise!

- I couldn't resist.

I just disembarked,

I wanted to see your home.

Since I can't see you anymore,

I can picture you in your settings...

in your bed...

with your books, toy soldiers...

your wooden top!

With your rag bear, how sweet!

- What's its name?

- I didn't even know I had that.

- May I keep it?

- Go ahead.

Thank you.

I'll call it Martino.

The cordial you requested.

Thank you.

You may leave, dear.

- Close the door.

- Yes, sir.

Sweet thing, she's in love with you.

- Who?

- The servant, didn't you notice?

Mirella? Oh, please!

Listen to what

I'm forced to hear and write...

"In war the best calculation

of genius is audacity.

An army is a sword

with glory as its hilt."

- Read, it's amusing.

- I hear he's fond of you.

That's absurd, I hate him.

This is sweet:
"Love is a folly

acted out by two people".

He's a true expert

of the human psyche...

not just a bloodthirsty strategist...

he's also an expert of medicine,

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