The Court Jester Page #3

Never! Never marriage with Griswold!

Be sensible. - Sensible!

I've seen this monster, and it's not for nothing

he's called the grim and gruesome grisly Griswold.

Grim, grisly or gruesome,

you'll marry Griswold!

I'll die first.

Go to your chambers!

Good, it is done.

Arrange for the wedding

directly after the tournament.

We'll make a show of this.

You there! Go hence.

Scour the countryside.

Bring in the fairest

wenches in the land.

Mind you see that

they are the fairest.

Wenches, laughter, song,

that's what this court needs!

Indeed, sire! And the good

Giacomo will provide it.

Giacomo? Who is Giacomo?

He's the new

jester I've sent for.

By reputation the gayest and

wittiest entertainer in Europe.

Splendid! Ha ha! What

a festival this will be.

Jousting by our boldest knights.

Wenches at our beck and call.

My daughter married to Griswold,

who will take her to a castle up north.

Way up north! But gentle

lords, you make me very happy.

They have won.

For the moment, yes. The king is

guided by the last voice he hears,

and that voice shall be mine.

Giacomo will see to that.

Giacomo? A mere jester?

With one special talent for which

my agent has bargained dearly.

In addition to his brilliance

as an entertainer,

the jester Giacomo also happens

to be the world's most skillful,

devious, and subtle master

of the art of assassination.

So as Hawkins becomes the incomparable

Giacomo and heads for the castle,

while the maid Jean with the infant

king still hidden in the wine cask,

journeys towards the abbey

and safety for the child.

Their plan seems simple enough,

but the simplest plans so often go a miss.

For at the very moment

Hawkins was delayed on the road,

the maid Jean was to run

afoul of the king's men,

who were scouring the countryside

for the fairest wenches in the land.

And so Jean and

the precious wine cart,

were taken to the castle before Hawkins

had even finished repairing his wheel.

Ho there!

What's that?

Welcome Giacomo! We have come

to escort you to the castle, w..

Haven't we met before?

Ah... it's not very likely,

my good man, you see,

I'm on my way back

from the Italian court.

How speak you the king's

English with no trace of accent?

Ah my dear sir, Giacomo is a master

of many many tongues indeed.

French:
Je le parle le fleur

ce magnifique, le romantique..

Italian:

German:
Was haben Sie ausgehbn

in das Kneibinbabn? Das Schmerz...

which means in any language,

why tarry? Let us off to the castle!

Off to the castle!

- Off to the castle!

To the castle.

Quick! The infant!

The infant? Where?

Off of the main!

Off of the main!

The child is in the cask.

In the cask?

You must take him to the jester.

But the jester

hasn't arrived, yet.

Something must

have gone wrong.

You look after the child,

I'll have to get the key myself.

But how? - I don't...

Come along there, wench!

My heart knows a lovely song...

So this is the incomparable Giacomo.

He looks not at all like what I expected.

And this singing peacock will

still the voices of Brockhurst,

Finsdale, and Pertwee?

Before midnight, if

he fulfills his bargain.

You sent for me, my lady?

Lock it.

What is it, child?

Something wrong, my lady?

Drink! A brew of

your own concocting.

Before I marry Griswold, I

will die, and so will you. Drink!

No! Don't despair, child.

You will not marry Griswold.

I've told you. It was

written in the stars.

Your true love will come

yet, I promise you!

Drink! You lie.

Would I lie to you, child? Your own

Griselda? Look at me! Look in my eyes!

Try not your wiles on me, Witch!

Too often have I seen people look in

those eyes and fall under your evil spell.

You will die for your deceit!

Filling my head with fairy

stories of a romantic lover.

A lover who would carry me away

from this monstrous castle!

And so he shall! He

comes, even now!

You lie!

No, I swear it,

your highness, look!

If this be another

one of your tricks...

Trust me, look. Look,

near the drawbridge.

King of jesters, jester of kings.

He is most fair of countenance.

Oh yes he is!

Handsome of bearing. -Like Apollo of

the Greeks! -A figure of romance.

Sent by the gods,

and for you alone!

Now mark this, creature of evil.

If this be not my true love,

and I am faced with

marriage to Griswold,

you will die, and by my hand.

Fear not, m'lady, your lover will

be here, in this room, within the hour.

And he will prove that

his is a mission of love.

For your sake, dear

Griselda, he had better.

I am Giacomo, Giacomo,

my fame before me rings,

a king of jesters, and jester of kings!

my heart knows a

lovely song.. heh heh..

it whistles it all day long

Giacomo is my nom de plume,

I whistle and hum

but I hum to whom?

To whom do I hum, to whom?

My song of love let

the whole world hear

until that sweet moment,

that moment when you appear,

I'll whisper it in your ear,

I bid you welcome!

I am Ravenhurst.

Ravenhurst Ravenhurst?

Uh the real Ravenhurst?

What?

Does the king know? I mean does the king

know about your being the real Ravenhurst?

Keep your jests for the king.

Don't stand there gaping!

You, Fergus and the others,

get the jester's bags!

You arrived not a

moment too soon.

When do we start?

- Tonight.

Good. I'd like to get in, get on with it,

get it over with, and get out. Get it?

Got it. - Good.

That was an interesting

song you sing.

Thank you, I'm glad

you liked it, old man.

Did it go like this?

Ostle about your business!

What is the first step?

Get me to the king's chambers.

The king's chambers?

- Yes...

Very well, if you say so.

It may be the Key to

the whole plan, get it?

Got it. - Good.

Yes, yes, I'll take

Griswold's emissaries,

but for the moment there

are other matters...

I understand the wenches have

arrived. Where are they?

What have we here?

Uh, Sire, may I present

the incomparable Giacomo.

Uh, king of jesters,

and jester of kings.

Oh, yes! From Italy. I haven't

been there for years.

Tell me, how go things

at the Italian court?

Ah very well indeed, sire.

Splendid, splendid. what about

all those stories we've heard?

Wasn't it awful about

the Duchess of Urber ?

Oh, just. Uh, just awful, sire.

I ask you, how could a

thing like that happen?

Well, sire, you know the Italian court;

what better place to court Italians?

Italian court? Court Italians!

Ah, Ravenhurst, the fellow

has wit! Ah, I must say,

I was shocked to hear about the

Duchess. What did the Duke do?

Pardon?

The Duke. What did

the Duke do?

Eh... the Duke do?

Yes. And what

about the Douge ?

Oh, the Douge!

Eh. Well what did

the Douge do?

The Douge do?

- Yes, the Douge do.

Well, uh, the Douge did what

the Douge does. Eh, uh,

Oh, when the Douge does his

duty to the Duke, that is.

What? What's that?

Oh, it's very simple, sire.

When the Douge did his

duty and the Duke didn't,

that's when the Duchess did the

dirt to the Duke with the Douge.

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