Tale of Tales Page #2
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- You are playing with me.
- She thought I was you.
I was in her room... me!
- You are not joking?
- She thought I was you, I swear.
She actually called me Elias.
Do you know what this means?
What?
If we've managed to fool
even my mother,
we can do whatever we want.
- What?
- I'll be eighteen soon.
Then I'll have the throne and
we can take it in turns being king.
- What? Take turns?
- Yes.
Me one day, you the next.
What do you say?
- Me, king?
- Yes.
Imagine how happy my mother will be.
You could do whatever you wanted.
Maybe I could make her a noblewoman
a little castle as well.
We're king,
we don't have to listen anybody.
We could give her
everything she desires.
- Everything.
- Just perfect!
But we have to keep this a secret.
Yes!
Between you and me, nobody can know.
- Who is it?
- It's me, your mother.
One moment!
This way.
Jonah, my jacket!
Help me.
Come in, mother.
What is it?
Nothing...
I just wanted to see you.
You have my hands.
Even though you were inside me
only one night,
you still managed to take on my form.
You have no idea
how much I wanted you.
How much I sacrificed for you.
You told me many times before.
No one will ever love you like I do.
See you tomorrow?
YES.
Your Highness, please.
Your Highness!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Jonah!
What are you doing?
Jonah! Why are you leaving?
I have to go.
Why? What's happened?
I have to, don't ask me
anything more.
You can't just leave like this.
I've made up my mind,
I have no choice.
Please, be well and don't forget me.
No!
I'm your king and
I order you to stay.
Come... Look.
You come to this spring every day
and here you will see
the flow of my life.
If the water runs clear,
you will know that my life too
is clear and serene.
If it runs muddy,
you will know that I am in trouble.
If it dries up, you will know
that I have too reached my end.
You! Stop that!
Get away from here!
Go!
Dora...
Dora...
Here I am, my little darling.
Having counted the days
and numbered the nights,
at long last,
your king is here.
Now...
my precious one,
show me what you promised.
Dora! Dora!
Beautiful!
So soft and tender.
Sweet smelling.
Now, my dearest heart,
now that you have shown me
your beautiful finger,
show me the rest,
show me your face,
show me your mouth, your neck,
so I can kiss it. Please!
Now courtesy demands that I ask
for something that
I could freely take,
without any pretext.
I'm your king, don't forget!
Your Majesty...
my royal lord,
since you have deigned
to demean yourself,
leaving your lofty chambers
to come to this lowly pigsty,
far be it from me to dispute
the will of such a great king.
Therefore...
I am ready
and willing to grant your desires.
I only ask of you this one favor.
Of course.
I be welcomed into your bed
in the darkness of the night,
without any candles,
for my heart could not withstand
you seeing me naked.
Of course, my beautiful angel.
Anything you like.
Do it!
More.
Let me see. Let me see.
Okay. Hold it.
Hold it.
Good ".good".
And the other one.
Shut up, Imma!
Keep us safe and warm
in your heart.
Always and forever and ever,
keep us warm...
And safe from everything.
Guards!
Guards!
You summoned me, Your Majesty.
Silence!
You tricked me, you witch!
Throw her out.
No!
Throw her out. Now! Do it!
You wanted me to come!
What are you doing up there?
I'm not funny!
- Help me down!
- Yes, I'll help you down.
You shouldn't be up in a tree
at your age.
Help me down.
Oh dear, oh dear...
All this complaining.
Now, now...
Come on now.
There we go.
Come on... Come on...
There...
This too will pass.
Everything passes.
Doctor! Doctor!
Come quick, the king
needs you right away.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
Your Majesty, the doctor!
It's a respiratory problem.
What are your symptoms?
Not me! Not me!
- Come.
- What's this?
Come!
Come... Please...
- Come!
- Yes, Your Majesty.
Please... Please...
- What is this?
- I don't know what beast this is!
Oh dear! That's not good.
Do something!
Your Highness...
Oh, dear...
Your Highness...
Unfortunately...
Doctor...
You must tell no one
of what you have seen this evening.
- Your Majesty...
- No one!
This is my favorite color.
- I love this.
- Neckline is very attractive.
So have you found
something to please you?
Yes. They are all so beautiful.
Why did you send for them?
You want to look beautiful
on your wedding day, don't you?
So, I'm to be married?
Of course.
You were right, Violet.
It's time I found you a husband.
I understand you are bored
living here with us at the castle
and in this way you can venture forth
and discover new places.
- It's what you wanted.
- Yes!
Then, who will my husband be, father?
Well...
He will be braver than
the most valiant knight
and wiser even than
our own court doctor.
Thank you.
- What is his name?
- Not even I know his name yet.
How can that be?
Do you not know him?
Surely, as an avid reader
you know that
the husband of a princess can only
be discovered through a tournament.
So I won't choose him myself.
What if I don't love him?
You will love him, Violet.
You will.
Of course, it is possible that
no suitor will pass the test.
Then what will I do?
Then fate will have decided
that you must live a while longer
with your old father.
Your turn.
This is the hide of a sow.
No.
Next!
- He is very serious.
- He's old.
Verrus singularis silvano.
No.
Verrus singularis silvano... No!
Next!
- Father...
- A moment!
- What is it?
- Please, I'm longing to know.
Just tell me what piece
that strange hide belongs to.
No, it's forbidden.
- I won't tell a soul.
- It's impossible.
I'm your daughter!
Oh very well, I can deny you nothing.
You wish to know to which beast
this hide belongs?
YES.
It is the skin of a flea.
Continue.
Giant manatee.
Sorry.
No.
Next!
No, no...
Everyone has the right to guess.
- Father...
- It's fine.
Flea.
What?
Flea!
Violet!
No!
Violet!
No! Wait!
Please, StOP!
I never imagined anyone would guess.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
It was never my intention that
I would give you to such a monster.
But what can I do?
You heard the proclamation.
I can't go back on my word.
Violet!
Patience, my blessed child.
Perhaps... Perhaps... Violet...
Perhaps the will of God
is behind this unusual fate.
I know you are scared but...
My heart tells me that
you will find a strength to be happy.
Happy?
You tried to deceive me
with your words, father!
Your heart tells you?
You have no heart!
Silence! You forget the duties
and obligations of a king.
You're not a king.
You're not even a man.
Not even a beast.
Beasts at least love their offspring.
They try to protect them.
But not you. I'm nothing to you.
I wish that my mother
had strangled me in my crib
instead of leaving me in your hands.
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