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The Brothers Grimm, Your Majesty.
Good day, gentlemen.
Thank you so much for coming.
I suppose you're wondering why anyone
my age would request an audience...
with the authors of children's stories.
Your letter was most intriguing, madam.
I find your collection of folk tales
quite brilliant actually.
Thank you.
But I must say I was terribly disturbed...
when I read your version
of The Little Cinder Girl.
There are those
who swear Perrault's telling...
with its fairy godmother
and magic pumpkins...
would be closer to the truth.
Some claim the shoe was made of fur.
Others insist it was glass.
Well, I guess we'll never know.
Forgive me, Your Majesty.
Might I enquire about the painting?
She's really quite er...
extraordinary.
Her name was Danielle...
de Barbarac.
And this...
was her glass slipper.
Perhaps you will allow me
to set the record straight?
Then it's true... the story?
Yes. Quite.
Now, then.
What is that phrase you use?
Oh, yes.
Once upon a time...
there lived a young girl...
who loved her father very much.
Oh, Paulette, it feels just like Christmas!
I get a mother and sisters all in one day!
Yes, it's going to be very exciting here,
what with the Baroness and all...
Oh, hold still!
The master deserves
some happiness after all this time...
bringing up the child on his own.
She must be lovely.
I hope she likes me.
She'll love you.
Just be the little angel
I know is in there somewhere.
And don't chew on the bones at dinner
and give yourself away.
Child, your father arrives any moment!
Gustave, I told you!
Not today!
You look like a girl!
That's what I am, half wit!
Yeah, but today you look it!
Boy or girl, I can still whip you.
Hah!
Look lively, it's the master.
Welcome home, Monsieur le seigneur.
I see you have brought us a baroness.
I have brought you an entire household,
Maurice.
But I seem to be missing a daughter.
Oh... Auguste.
It's absolutely charming, really.
Papa!
Oh ho ho!
Oh, look at you, just as I left.
I'll wager your friend
Gustave is around here.
No, sir! I slaughtered him.
He's...
Well, so you did.
I had hoped to present a little lady.
I suppose you'll have to do.
Danielle...
may I present
the Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent...
and her daughters,
Marguerite and Jacqueline.
Hello, Danielle. At last we meet.
Your father speaks of nothing else.
Ladies, say hello to your new stepsister.
Mademoiselle.
Utopia.
It means paradise.
This may be a bit thick
for an eight-year-old.
But we could add it to our library.
Will you read some?
It's been a very long day.
And you're a husband now.
Yes, I'm a husband.
But a father first and for ever.
We've been two peas in a pod,
you and I, for a long time.
I suppose this will take
some getting used to.
Did you see the way they ate their supper?
It was perfect!
Like a dance!
- Do you like them?
- Very much.
Good, good.
Because I have to go
to Avignon in a fortnight.
- But you just got back!
- I know.
- For how long?
- Only... three weeks.
- One.
- Two.
- One!
- T... two.
All right, one.
Come on, go to sleep.
Kiss.
Sleep tight.
I've never seen so many gloomy faces
around here.
I shall be back in a week.
Then go. The sooner you leave,
the sooner we can celebrate your return.
Perhaps by then, the three of you
will know each other better.
I'm counting on you
to teach them the ropes around here.
The Baroness isn't used
to getting her hands dirty.
Thank you, Maurice.
Safe journey, master.
Come along, ladies. Back to your lessons.
Wait! It's tradition.
He always waves at the gate.
Papa!
Papa!
Papa!
Auguste!
I-I love you.
I love you.
No.
Papa!
Auguste.
You cannot leave me here.
You cannot leave me here!
Leave me, leave me!
Papa, please come back!
It would be ten years
before another man would enter her life.
A man who was still a boy...
in many, many ways.
I signed a marriage treaty
with the King of Spain...
and that boy will obey me,
or there will be hell to pay!
But he does not love her, my lord.
- It's not about love!
- Perhaps it should be.
If he is to become King,
he must accept his responsibilities.
A sapling cannot grow
in the shadow of a mighty oak, Francis.
- He needs sunlight.
- He needs a good whipping.
Really, Francis!
Can't this wait till morning?
If I can't sleep, neither shall he.
Henry, wake up!
Oh, no.
Not again.
Call out the guard!
Bring him back!
Yah!
Come on, you stupid beast!
Come on! Yah!
Oh, no, you don't.
Thief! This will teach you
to steal my father's horse!
Mine slipped his shoe. I have no choice.
- And our choice is what? To let you?
- I was borrowing it.
Get out, or I'll wake the house.
Forgive me, Your Highness.
I did not see you.
Your aim would suggest otherwise.
And for that I know I must die.
Then er...
speak of this to no-one and er...
I shall be lenient.
We have other horses, Highness.
Younger, if that is your wish.
I wish for nothing more
than to be free of my gilded cage.
For your silence.
I asked for four-minute eggs,
not four one-minute eggs.
And where in God's name is our bread?!
It's just coming out of the oven, my lady.
Marguerite, precious...
what do I always say about tone?
A lady of breeding
ought never to raise her voice...
Above the gentle hum of
a whispering wind.
Jacqueline, dear. Do not speak
unless you can improve the silence.
I was not shrill, I was resonant.
A courtier knows the difference.
I doubt your style of resonance
would be permitted in the Royal Court.
I'm not going to the Royal Court,
am I, Mother?
No-one is. Except some Spanish pig
they have the nerve to call a princess.
Darling, nothing is final
until you're dead.
And even then I'm sure God negotiates.
Why is there no salt on this table?
Danielle!
Coming!
She's in one of her moods!
Did the sun rise in the east?
Yes, Louise, it did.
And it is going to be a beautiful day!
Look at all those feathers!
Child, where did you get this?
From an angel of mercy.
I know what to do with them.
Maurice?
If the Baroness can sell
your husband to pay her taxes...
then these can bring him home.
The Court will have to let him go.
But the King has sold him to Cartier.
He's bound for the Americas.
This is our home,
and I will not see it fall apart.
We are waiting!
Take heed, mistress...
or these coins are as good as hers.
Morning, Madame...
Marguerite, Jacqueline.
I trust you slept well.
What kept you?
I fell off the ladder in the orchard,
but I am better now.
Someone's been reading
in the fireplace again.
Look at you. Ash and soot everywhere.
Some people read
because they cannot think for themselves.
Why don't you sleep with the pigs,
Cinder-Soot...
if you insist on smelling like one?
That was harsh, Marguerite.
Danielle, come here, child.
Your appearance does reflect
a certain... crudeness, my dear.
What can I do to make you try?
I do try, Stepmother.
I do wish to please you.
Sometimes, I sit on my own...
and try to think of what
else I could do, how to act...
Oh, calm down, child. Relax.
Perhaps if we brought back Maurice,
I would not offend you so.
It is your manner that offends, Danielle.
Throughout these hard times,
I have sheltered you and cared for you.
All that I ask in return
is that you help me here without complaint.
Is that such an extraordinary request?
- No, my lady.
- Very well.
We shall have no more talk
of servants coming back. Understood?
Yes, my lady.
After all that I do!
After all I have done!
It's never enough.
Eggs are cold.
Oh, no, there's nothing there!
There's nothing!
I beg you, please leave us alone.
Please!
- No, no, not that.
- Out of the way, old man!
- Get on the horses!
- It's the Royal Guard! Run!
God, I don't believe this!
The painting...
Please, for the love of God, the painting.
- That man, he's getting away.
- The Guard will assist you. I cannot.
Please, sir!
It is... my life.
Aaagh!
Ugly bastard! Fast!
Yah!
Give it to me! Give it to me!
Got you! Give me that!
Aaargh!
No. Too small.
It needs to draw some attention.
I fear, Baroness,
anything larger might make her fall over.
Perhaps you are right.
I shall have to look elsewhere.
I have just the thing!
Have you lost your marbles?
Do you know what the punishment is...
for servants who dress
above their station?
Five days in the stocks.
You'd do the same for me, admit it.
Me? Pretend to be a courtier?
Prancing round like some nobleman
when I've never been to court.
And neither have you!
Then I won't be recognized.
Hand me that gown so I can be on my way.
They'll never buy it.
You are too sweet.
They'll never buy a servant
with 20 gold francs either.
I am Maurice's only hope.
And the Baroness, what did you tell her?
I am picking wild flowers.
Gustave, can you still see her?
- They're buying a brooch.
- Unbelievable.
She ignores the manor,
blames us for her debt...
and still pretends
to have money to burn.
Don't you dare laugh.
I'm coming out.
The shoes are too big.
Nobody will be looking at your feet.
Yards of fabric and I still feel naked.
If you're going to be a noblewoman...
you must play the part.
You look down to no-one.
I am just a servant in a nice dress.
Come.
We have to do something with that hair.
Oh!
Thank you.
- Henry, you promised.
- I know.
I lied.
I thought...
I'd see the world before
I gave up my life to God and country.
Why on earth did you stop?
I suppose I lack conviction.
You seem to have it in spades.
Besides, you claimed
it was a matter of life and death.
A woman always is, Sire.
She laughs at me, sir,
as if she knows something I do not.
The lady had many secrets.
I merely painted one of them.
Signor da Vinci has been invited
to the palace as the artist in residence.
Leonardo da Vinci?
Michelangelo was trapped
under a ceiling in Rome.
I'm just a second choice.
I am on my way to Genoa
and I find my salvation on the highway!
Sir, you are the founder
of forward thinking...
and my father is the king of backward.
Could you talk him into the 16th century?
Captain Laurent, do translate.
Prince Henry suffers from
an arranged marriage, signore...
among other things.
Oh! Your Highness.
What a lovely surprise.
To what do we owe this great honor?
I'm returning your horse, Baroness.
- Oh. Was it missing?
- Yes.
I took the liberty of borrowing it earlier.
I'm afraid I scared your servant...
A young lady with a...
quite a good arm, actually.
- She is mute, my lord.
- Really?
She spoke quite forcefully.
Well, it comes and goes.
But as always Your Highness
is welcome to anything he wishes.
Anything at all.
Wait for me!
Oh, ladies.
Here you are.
Your Highness.
Your Highness, may I present
Marguerite-Francoise-Louise...
of the House of Ghent?
And Jacqueline.
You may indeed.
Ladies, forgive me, but you seem
to have blossomed overnight.
We're so looking forward...
to celebrating the engagement
to your own Spanish rose.
Yes, well, there have been...
several new developments
with regards to Spain.
I must say, Marguerite, that brooch is...
stunning.
This old thing?
You're too kind.
These developments...
I trust are for the best?
Let us hope so.
Good day, ladies.
Make way for the lady.
Come on, move it!
Lord, give me strength.
Come on, come on!
I wish to address the
issue of this gentleman.
He is my servant and I am here
to pay the debt against him.
You're too late, he's paid for.
I can pay you 20 gold francs.
You can have me for 20 gold francs.
Drive on!
I demand you release him at once...
or I shall take this matter to the King.
The King is the one that sold him.
He's now the property of Cartier.
He is not property at all,
you ill-mannered tub of guts.
Do you think it right
to chain people like chattel?
I demand you release him at once!
Get out of my way!
- You dare raise your voice to a lady, sir?
- Your Highness...
F- Forgive me, Sire.
I meant no disrespect.
It's just er...
I'm following orders. It's my job
to take these thieves to the coast.
A servant is not a thief, Your Highness...
and those who are
cannot help themselves.
Really?
Well, then. By all means...
enlighten us.
If you suffer your people to be ill-educated
and their manners corrupted from infancy...
then punish them for those crimes to which
their first education disposed them...
what else is to be concluded, Sire...
but that you first make thieves
and then punish them?
Well, there you have it.
Release him.
- But, Sire...
- I said...
release him!
Yes, Sire.
I thought I was looking at your mother.
Meet me at the bridge.
Prepare the horses! We will leave at once!
I thank you, Your Highness.
Have we met?
I do not believe so, Your Highness.
I could have sworn
I knew every courtier in the province.
Well... I'm visiting a cousin.
- Who?
- My cousin.
Yes, you said that. Which one?
The only one I have, Sire.
Are you coy on purpose...
or do you honestly refuse
to tell me your name?
No! And yes.
Then, pray, tell me your cousin's name so I
might call upon her to learn who you are.
Anyone who can quote Thomas More
is well worth the effort.
The Prince has read Utopia?
I found it sentimental and dull.
I confess, the plight
of the everyday rustic bores me.
I gather you do not converse
with many peasants.
Certainly not, no! Naturally.
Excuse me, Sire,
but there is nothing natural about it.
A country's character is defined
by its everyday rustics, as you call them.
They are the legs you stand on.
That position demands respect, not...
Am I to understand
that you find me arrogant?
Well, you gave one man back his life...
but did you even glance at the others?
Please, I beg of you...
a name. Any name.
I fear that the only name
to leave you with...
is Comtesse Nicole de Lancret.
There now.
That wasn't so hard.
Oh, Henry!
You're back.
Hello, Mother.
The King would like a word with you.
Several, in fact.
He usually does.
I shall be right in.
Oooh-ho-ho!
You, sir, are restricted to the grounds.
Am I under house arrest?
Do not mock me, boy,
for I am in a foul disposition.
- And I will have my way.
- Or what?
You'll send me to the Americas
like some criminal?
All for the sake of your stupid contract.
You are the Crown Prince of France.
And it is my life.
Francis, sit down before you have a stroke.
Really, the two of you.
Sweetheart...
you were born to privilege,
and with that comes specific obligations.
Forgive me, Mother,
but marriage to a stranger...
never made anyone
in this room very happy.
Marry Gabriela by the next full moon
or I will strike at you in any way I can.
What's it to be, Father?
Hot oil or the rack?
I will simply deny you the crown...
and... live for ever!
Good.
Agreed.
I don't want it.
He's your son!
Somebody's in trouble!
What do you mean?
You stupid, stupid girl!
How dare you do this to me?
To Marguerite?
It all makes me sick!
It's deceitfulness
and I will not have it in this house!
What did I do?
Think, Danielle.
Think really hard.
Prince Henry stole our horse this morning?
Yes!
And that would explain
why he returned it this afternoon.
How dare you let him surprise us like that?
I'm sorry.
Luckily for you, Marguerite turned
in a beautiful performance.
She and the Prince had quite an interlude.
I shouldn't be surprised
if he drops by again.
Come, come!
I must know exactly what was said.
The simplest phrase can have a thousand
meanings.
He said you were forceful.
What did you say?
I- I called him a thief, madam.
I did not recognize him.
Oh, Danielle.
You poor, little country girl.
Well, we must work extra hard
to make sure the manor is spotless.
We cannot have a royal bottom
sitting on a dirty chaise, can we?
No.
What is he doing here?
I- I have worked off your...
My debt, Madame.
They told me I could go home.
Fine.
Go... catch a chicken!
Who, dear?
Comtesse Nicole de Lancret.
She's a cousin of...
Actually, I don't know who her cousin is.
Surely you have heard of her?
Oh, darling...
there are simply too many courtiers
to remember them all by name.
Why do you ask?
Oh, never mind.
In honor of Signor da Vinci...
I have decided to throw a ball.
A masked ball.
At which point,
you and I will strike a compromise.
Compromise? You?
If love is what you seek...
I suggest you find it before then.
Five days hence, at the
stroke of midnight...
you will announce your engagement
to the girl of your choice...
or... I will announce it for you.
Are we agreed?
What of your treaty?
Let me worry about Spain.
You've got bigger problems.
Choose wisely, Henry.
Divorce is only
something they do in England.
What news of the engagement?
Cancelled.
Rumor has it he must find himself
a bride before that very night.
Well, that doesn't give us very much time.
I shall need to know...
who the competition is,
every move he makes...
his agenda...
and any other titbits you might pick up.
He's playing tennis with
the Marquis de Limoges tomorrow at noon.
A skin of such... elegance...
concealing such... ruthlessness.
I've grown rather fond
of our intrigues together.
Surely you must know that.
I'm having an inkling, my lady.
When my daughter is Queen...
perhaps we might come
to a new arrangement.
I'd have given anything
to see you all dressed up like a courtier.
Speaking to the Prince like a lady.
Scolding him is more like it.
I cannot believe
I gave him my mother's name.
The man is insufferable.
Yes. You've been saying that...
all day.
Well, it's as true now
as it was this morning.
Oh!
Darling, he's royalty.
They're born like that.
Then I suppose the penalty for being
wealthy is having to live with the rich.
I'll bet he's quite charming...
once you get to know him.
I think he and Marguerite
deserve each other.
Oh! Bite your tongue!
The only throne I want her sitting on
is the one I have to clean every day.
What's wrong with this one?
- It's blue.
- Henry loves blue!
And 50 other girls
will be wearing the same color.
Very good, Marguerite.
This one is too small.
We shall just have to get
you a tighter cinch.
I cannot breathe as it is.
If one cannot breathe, one cannot eat.
Mother, focus, please!
Perhaps if I knew
what you were looking for!
Something fit for a queen!
Come, ladies. I have just the thing.
But we must speak of this to no-one.
Oh, I do love a good intrigue!
Waste not...
want not.
Oh, perfect!
Oh, look at these shoes.
Where did you get these?
They're Danielle's dowry, for her wedding.
Cinderella? Married?
To who, the chimney sweep?
If that dress is hers,
perhaps she'll want to wear it to the ball.
Since when does a royal function
include commoners?
Well, never.
But she is our stepsister...
and the invitation did say,
"To the ladies of the house".
- She's not of noble blood.
- And who would notice?
Honestly, Jacqueline,
whose side are you on?
What are you doing?
Airing out your dress... for the masque.
Her dress? But you just said...
I suppose for a commoner, it'll have to do.
I mean, look at it.
It's practically an antique.
You wish me... to go to a masque?
Of course.
I don't know what to say.
Say? Honestly, Danielle.
It hurts me you don't feel like
one of my daughters.
I only meant...
I thought we could all go
as one big happy family.
That is, if you complete your chores
in time, mind your manners till then.
What's the matter with her?
Oh... She doesn't want you to go.
Do you really think
there is only one perfect mate?
Do you really think
there is only one perfect mate?
As a matter of fact, I do.
How can you be certain to find them?
And if you find them,
are they really the one for you...
or do you only think they are?
What if the person you're meant to be with
never appears?
Or she does, but...
but you're too distracted to notice?
You learn to pay attention.
Then, let's say...
God puts two people on earth...
and they are lucky enough
to find one another.
But... one of them gets hit by lightning.
Well, then what?
Is that it?
Or perchance you meet someone new
and marry again.
Is that the lady you should be with?
Or was it the first?
When the two of them are side by side,
were they both the one for you...
and you just met the first one first?
Or is the second one supposed to be first?
And is everything just chance...
or are some things meant to be?
You cannot leave everything to fate, boy.
She's got a lot to do.
Sometimes you must give her a hand.
What's this project?
Would you care to see if they work?
It looks like rain.
Signor da Vinci!
Are you all right?
I should leave walking on water
to the Son of God.
Fortunately, I tripped over an angel.
Comtesse!
Your Highness! Oh!
Oh, careful, it's very
slippery right there.
Here, please. Allow me.
Oh!
Thank you.
Where are your attendants?
I decided to give them the day off.
Day off?
From what? Life?
Don't you tire of people waiting on you
all the time?
Yes, but... they're servants.
It's what they do.
I wish I could dismiss mine
as easily as you do yours.
I must be going.
- You're angry with me.
- No.
Admit it.
- Well, yes, if you must know.
- Why?
Because you are trying to bait me
with your snobbery.
I'm afraid, mademoiselle,
you are a walking contradiction...
and I find that rather fascinating.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
You spout the ideals of a Utopian society,
yet you live the life of a courtier.
You own all the land there is,
yet you take no pride in working it.
Is that not also a contradiction?
First I'm arrogant, and
now I have no pride.
However do I manage that?
You have everything
and still the world holds no joy.
Yet you make fun of those
who would see it for its possibilities.
How do you do it?
What?
Live each day with this kind of passion?
Don't you find it exhausting?
Only when I'm around you.
Why do you like to irritate me so?
Why do you rise to the occasion?
Danielle!
Er...
Forgive me, Your Highness,
I've lost track of the hour.
But the wind...
- It's perfect!
- I am sorry.
I'm playing tennis tomorrow.
- Will you come?
- I must go.
Why does she keep doing that?
Paulette.
Where are the candlesticks?
We can hardly see our plates.
They're missing, my lady.
I've searched high and low.
The painting in the hall is gone too.
It seems we have a thief in our midst.
So this is how I'm treated
after all our years together.
My husband's prize possessions!
Well, I shall just garnish your wages
until the pilfered items are returned.
- Is that quite understood?
- Yes, ma'am.
Perhaps I shall ship you to the Americas
with all the other thieves.
Oh. Didn't you hear?
The Prince asked the King
to release all those men.
He didn't!
Now, by...
By royal decree,
any man who sails must be compensated.
Compensated!
Honestly! What is the world coming to?
I want to know who this Comtesse is
everyone keeps talking about.
Ten courtiers were speaking of her today
and how the Prince fell all over himself.
We should find out
who she is and bury her.
You're looking well, Marguerite.
You're welcome to look, Your Highness.
Danielle de Barbarac.
You get prettier every week.
And you, Monsieur le Pieu,
are wasting your flattery.
It's a pity your soil's
the best in the province...
and yet so poorly tended.
We have limited resources, sir.
- We do the best we can.
- Anything I can do?
You should bring it up with the Baroness
and stick to shopping.
I'd rather discuss it with Danielle,
if you don't mind.
I may be twice your age, child,
but I'm well-endowed.
As evidenced by my estate.
I've always had a soft spot
for the less fortunate.
You need a wealthy benefactor.
And I need a young lady with spirit.
Prunes?
No.
I'll buy nothing this week.
And you'd do well to remember
that without my generosity...
your pathetic little farm
would cease to exist.
So I'd be very, very careful if I were you.
Horrible man!
If he didn't buy
a bushel of vegetables every week...
I'd spit on him.
Here.
Never have you tasted anything so...
delicious.
Don't even think about it.
Like it?
Like it?
Why, it's positively sinful.
What's it called?
Er... chocolate.
The Spanish monks keep
sending bricks of it.
These are our servants, Your Highness.
Really? Oh, I'd love to meet them.
Good day, ladies.
What are you doing?
Trying to scare the Prince to death?
We were startled, that's all.
Were there just the two of you?
And the chicken, Your Highness.
We must press for a quick engagement.
We must press for a quick engagement.
Paris at Christmas.
Can you imagine?
No. I don't suppose you can.
My mother was hard on me too, you know.
She taught me
that cleanliness was next to godliness.
She forced me to wash my face
at least 20 times a day...
convinced it was never clean enough.
I was very grateful to her.
She wanted me to be all that I could be.
And here I am...
a baroness.
And Marguerite shall be Queen.
It's a pity you never knew your mother.
There must be a little bit of her
in you somewhere.
I wish I knew what she looked like.
Yes. Well, we must never feel sorry
for ourselves, must we?
No matter how bad things get,
they can always get worse.
Yes, madam.
You have so much of your father in you.
Sometimes I can almost see him
looking out through your eyes.
Really?
Yes, well...
Your features are so... masculine.
Well... to be raised by a man...
No wonder you're built for hard labor.
Did you love my father?
Well, I barely knew him.
Now go away.
I'm tired.
Look, Gustave! It's floating!
Why are you so happy?
You'll be swimming in manure
if they get married.
I don't know why it bothers you so.
I couldn't care less.
You're lying! The Prince
would be your brother-in-law...
and you, Comtesse de Lancret,
would be bringing them breakfast in bed.
But they would move into the palace...
and I could stay with the manor
and turn things around.
You like him. Admit it.
Nope.
And I-I suppose if you saw him again...
you'd simply...
I'd walk right up to him and say...
"Your Highness, my
family is your family."
"Please, take them away."
Good. Because here's your big chance.
He's headed this way.
I'm looking for Signor da Vinci.
We're to go to the monastery.
Have you seen him?
Da Vinci?
No, Your Highness.
Well, is that not his flying contraption?
- Where did you get it?
- From er...
the Comtesse de Lancret.
She is a friend of his.
You know her?
Please, I must find her.
Where is she staying?
Er...
I believe, Your Highness...
that she is staying with a cousin.
The erm...
Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent.
That does present a problem.
But...
I do know that she is there...
alone, by herself...
at this very moment.
Excellent.
Nice painting.
Gustave!
You horrible little snipe!
Did you hear? He likes my work!
And he is headed toward my house!
Then I suggest you run.
Paulette! Louise! Quick!
Your Highness.
What an unexpected surprise.
Why, Comtesse.
Do you not attend church?
My faith is better served
away from the rabid crowd.
Yes, I'm afraid my father's edict
has created quite a...
a phenomenon.
Which is why I am bound for the monastery.
The Franciscans
have an astonishing library.
Since you are so fond of reading,
I thought you might join me?
It is not fair, Sire.
You have found my weakness...
but I have yet to learn yours.
I should think it was quite obvious.
Captain Laurent!
I shall not need my horse or your services.
Today, I am simply...
Henry.
Prince Henry left early this morning,
Baroness.
No-one seems to know where he went.
But... I've brought you something...
that will brighten up your day.
It's a...
Oh, you vicious, vicious man!
It makes me want to cry.
Pick one.
I could no sooner choose
a favorite star in the heavens.
What is it that touches you so?
I guess it's because...
when I was young, my father
would stay up late and read to me.
He was addicted to the written word.
I would fall asleep
listening to the sound of his voice.
What sort of books?
Science, philosophy.
I suppose they remind me of him.
He died when I was eight.
Utopia was the last book he brought home.
Which explains why you quote it.
I would rather hear his voice again
than any sound in the world.
Is something wrong?
In all my years of study...
not one tutor ever demonstrated...
the passion you have shown me
in the last two days.
You have more conviction in one memory...
than I have in my entire being.
Your Highness...
- If there is anything I have said...
- Please!
Don't.
It's not you.
Make haste, Marguerite. It's now or never.
Lovely service.
Forgive me...
Your Majesty.
I think you dropped this on your way out.
My goodness!
I do not even remember putting it on.
Thank you, child.
It is a rare person indeed who would return
such a valuable keepsake.
You are too magnanimous, Your Majesty.
How very kind.
- Her name?
- Marguerite de Ghent.
Er... er... Marguerite.
We shall have a chat tomorrow, you and I.
Bring your mother.
As you wish.
Well, this is terribly embarrassing.
We'll head back to the monastery at once.
And we shall continue on foot.
But it's half a day's walk!
Honestly, Your Highness.
Where is your sense of adventure?
Well, I guess if you put it that way...
We can't be too confident, ladies.
The Prince wasn't in church today
and we need to know why.
Marguerite gets to do everything.
Don't be daft, Jacqueline.
The Queen doesn't know you exist.
What Marguerite does is for all of us.
We need you to help her get ready.
Lovely. I shall soon be cleaning
the fireplace with Danielle!
- Where is that girl?
- Probably off catching rabbits with her teeth.
Begging your pardon, my lady,
but that mirror in your bedchamber...
- Did you move it?
- Of course not. Why?
It's also missing.
Then it too shall come out of your pay.
Either you stop telling her when things
go missing, or we'll be paying her to work.
Good thing I didn't mention the tapestries.
You would think I would know
the way to my own castle!
Why is it men never stop for directions?
There it is! It is back that way.
And I still can't believe I'm down here
while you're up there!
And in your undergarments, no less!
I couldn't very well climb up here
in that gown, could I?
Besides, if you broke your royal neck,
where would we be?
You swim alone, climb rocks,
rescue servants.
Is there anything you don't do?
Fly.
Now turn around
so I can climb back down.
Oh, no. It's you again.
Stay aloft, madam.
There are games afoot.
My wife thanks you for this fine garment,
mademoiselle.
You will give me back my dress, sir.
Let her go!
Your quarrel... is with me.
Release her.
I insist you return my things at once.
And since you deprive me of my escort,
I demand a horse as well.
Milady, you may have anything
you can carry.
May I have your word on that, sir?
On my honor as a Gypsy,
whatever you can carry.
Please, come back. I'll give you a horse.
I want to be informed
the minute she gets home. Understood?
Yes, ma'am.
You are reading my thoughts, milord.
And they're as fuzzy as my own.
Then France concedes?
Never!
My next choice...
will be paper.
It is your turn.
And it had better be good.
I have no desire to be King.
But think of all the wonderful things
you could do...
for your country, for the world.
Yes, but to be so defined by your position.
To only be seen as what you are.
You don't know how insufferable that is!
You might be surprised.
Really?
A Gypsy, for example,
is rarely painted as anything else.
They're defined by their status
as you are, yet it is not who they are.
You have been born to privilege,
and with that come specific obligations.
I am sorry.
My mouth has run away with me again.
No, my lady.
It is your mouth...
that has me hypnotized.
Oh, right here, please.
I don't want to wake anybody up.
You saved my life, you know...
back there, in the woods.
A girl does what she can, Sire.
Henry.
Henry.
Nicole.
Do you know the ruins at Amboise?
Yes.
I often go there to...
be alone.
Would you meet me there tomorrow?
I shall try.
Then I shall wait all day.
Off... with his head.
Francis, wake up.
Our son has something to tell us.
Mother, Father.
I want to build a university...
with the largest library in Europe,
where people of any station can study.
All right.
Who are you
and what have you done with our son?
Oh. And I want to invite
the Gypsies to the ball.
- Are you ill?
- No.
Yes.
Where were you?
I got lost.
I don't believe you.
You're hiding something from me.
I demand to know what it is.
Why don't you tell me
so I can get back to sleep?
What about our breakfast?
You have two hands.
Make it yourself.
You lazy little leech!
Jacqueline! Go and boil some water.
Me? Boil water?
Oh, I knew it. I just knew it.
Mistress, you'd better get in here quick.
Oh, look who finally decided
to grace us with her presence.
What do you think you are doing?
Trying on my dress.
Do you think that after this morning
I'd let you go anywhere?
Do you honestly think
these games and intrigues...
are going to win you a crown?
To hunt royalty like some sport,
it's disgusting!
You're just jealous.
These are my mother's.
Yes.
And she's dead.
- I am going to rip your hair out!
- Mother!
Mother, do something!
Get away from me or so help me, God...
No, Marguerite, don't!
Put it down!
- Give me the shoes.
- Put it down.
Consider carefully, Danielle.
Your father's book or your mother's shoes.
Though neither will save
you from a lashing.
No! No!
No!
No, no!
No.
Oh!
Now, you really
brought this upon yourself, you know.
First with breakfast...
then that horrid display downstairs.
I don't know what's come over me.
Of course, I shall never forget...
the way Marguerite's feet
went up over her head!
She should not have said that
about your mother.
Thank you.
You really must let my doctor look at that.
To think you saved that baby
from a runaway horse!
It was a maternal instinct, Your Majesty.
I'm so sorry my son can't join us.
He seems to have disappeared again.
Again?
Yes.
He was gone all day yesterday
and did not return until dawn.
Well!
It must be marvelous
to have that kind of stamina.
Perhaps you could help
solve a mystery for me.
Do you know the Comtesse de Lancret?
Apparently she's staying with a cousin,
but nobody seems to know who.
Nicole... de Lancret?
Yes.
Oh, how wonderful!
I was beginning to think she was a ghost.
No.
I'm afraid she's been
around for years. Yes.
And erm...
staying with us, as a matter of fact.
Isn't that right, darling?
Yes! Of course.
Our cousin.
Whom you like to call Cinderella.
Hmmpf!
Good heavens, child.
Are you all right?
There was a bee.
Hello.
Hello.
Are you well?
I fear that I am not myself today.
I feel as if my skin is the only thing
keeping me from going everywhere at once.
There is something I must tell you.
And I you.
Oh, here. Your book,
you left it in the carriage yesterday.
- Your Highness...
- Henry.
I cannot stay long, but I had to see you.
There is much to say.
Come.
I want to show you something.
I used to play here as a boy.
It was my father's most
cherished retreat...
before the war.
It's beautiful.
I've measured my life by these trees...
starting here...
all the way up there.
And still they grow.
So much life to live...
but I no longer imagine it alone.
You're not making this easy.
I have not slept for fear I would wake
to find all this a dream.
Oh, last night, I had a revelation.
I used to think, if I cared at all,
I would have to care about everything...
and I'd go stark raving mad.
But... now I've found my purpose.
It's a project actually inspired by you.
I feel...
the most wonderful...
freedom.
It wasn't me.
Nicole.
You are unlike any
courtier I have ever met.
Tomorrow, at the masque...
I shall make it known to the world.
Why did you have to be so wonderful?
Now, then.
What was it you wanted to tell me?
Simply that...
last night was the
happiest night of my life.
I must go.
Nicole!
No.
Of all the insidious jokes,
making your mother a comtesse.
It's almost as absurd as a prince
frequenting a servant who sleeps with pigs!
What bothers you more, Stepmother?
That I am common, or that I am competition?
Where is the dress, Danielle?
I don't know what you're talking about.
The gown. The slippers?
They were in my room and now they're gone.
You hid them, I know it!
Where did you put the gown, Danielle?
Where are the candlesticks
and the tapestries...
and the silver?
Perhaps the dress is with them!
You produce that gown!
I would rather die a thousand deaths...
than to see my mother's dress
on that spoiled, selfish cow!
Perhaps we can arrange that.
Get in there.
Open this door...
and you'll wish you never set foot here.
Ladies, gather everything we can sell.
We're going to town tomorrow.
Mother... it's only a ball.
Yes, and you're only going for the food.
Engaged?
To a Belgian?
I'm afraid so.
Impossible.
There has to be some mistake.
She was traveling by boat this afternoon.
Baroness Rodmilla
was quite reluctant to talk about it.
It's no wonder, with tidings such as these.
If she was betrothed, she should
have had the decency to tell me!
Would you have listened?
Of course not! I would have...
Oh, God.
How could I have been so blind?
There I was, pouring my royal heart out...
and she was simply trying
to bid me farewell.
It is a strong woman
who can keep her wits about her...
with you trying to steal her heart.
Yes.
And what a clumsy thief I turned out to be.
Come now, Henry.
Any choice is better than Spain.
Go to the Prince, tell him what's happened.
B- But I'm nobody.
The Prince would never see me.
You are her friend, Gustave.
She needs your help.
The Prince expects to see her.
I- I cannot.
Besides, my master has me working tonight.
Then go to da Vinci.
Surely a painter can see another painter?
I am but an apprentice, and he is
the greatest painter in the world.
I could no sooner talk to God.
For once in your life, man, be bold.
This way, sir.
Straight up there, madam.
I wanted to be the peacock.
Jacqueline, the horse is
one of God's noblest creatures.
Why don't I just pull the carriage?
If it will get us there any faster.
I'm looking for Signor da Vinci.
Signor da Vinci!
Yes?
Oh!
Oh, mistress, it's no use!
Allow me.
Oh, brilliant!
Why, that was pure genius.
Yes.
I shall go down in history
as the man who opened a door.
Gustave!
Maurice said the Prince was expecting you.
He is expecting someone who does not exist.
Signore,
my name is Danielle de Barbarac...
and I am but a servant.
I am the bastard son of a peasant.
What does that matter?
I have deceived him.
The Prince will understand.
The night is young.
We must get you ready for the ball.
- I do not wish to go.
- If you stay...
the Baroness wins.
How can I face him?
Because he deserves
to hear the truth from the one he loves.
A bird may love a fish, signore...
but where would they live?
Then I shall have to make you wings.
Come on! No time to waste.
Louise, get the dress!
I understand you wanted to see me.
Yes, Father. I did.
Listen, Henry.
Perhaps it was unfair of me
to put so much pressure on you...
about the marriage contract.
I just thought it was time
to make some changes in your life.
You seemed to be a bit... floundering.
And er...
Well, I-I just wanted to say...
that this university thing...
is a brilliant idea.
We don't have to announce
anything tonight...
I've made my decision.
Oh.
She looks like a masterpiece.
She looks like her mother.
- Come, let us see your paintings.
- Now?
When you're as old as I am,
now is all you've got.
Wait!
It's tradition.
Neigh!
This is it, my darling.
Friends...
honored guests.
It gives us great pleasure...
on this festive occasion...
not only to honor Signor da Vinci,
who seems to have disappeared...
but also to tell you
of a long-awaited decision.
So, without further ado...
Breathe, just breathe.
It is my great privilege
to announce the engagement of our son...
Prince Henry...
to...
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
My mother said you were getting married.
She was misinformed.
But there is something I must tell you now,
before another word is spoken.
Then you're not engaged?
No, I'm not.
I was about to make
the worst mistake of my life.
Who is she?
My guess would be the Comtesse de Lancret.
The who?
Come. I want you to meet someone.
Oh, I must speak with you.
- Whatever it is, my answer is yes.
- No, wait, please.
Oh, look. I invited the Gypsies.
- What are you doing?
- Making you a princess.
- How dare you!
- Madame, contain yourself!
- She is an impostor, Sire!
- No!
Her name is Danielle de Barbarac.
She has been my servant for ten years.
A servant, Henry?
Is this some kind of joke?
Baroness, you are on dangerous ground!
Ask her yourself!
She's a grasping, devious
little pretender...
and it is my duty to expose her
as the covetous hoax she is.
Tell these women who you are.
Tell them!
Bow before royalty, you insolent fraud!
My God, it can't be true.
Nicole?
Nicole de Lancret was my mother.
I am what she says.
The apple?
That was you?
I can explain.
Well, someone had better!
First, you're engaged...
and now you're a servant?
I've heard enough.
Henry, please!
Do not address me so informal, madam.
I am a Prince of France.
And you...
are just like them.
Danielle?
Danielle!
What have you done?
I was born to privilege
and with that come specific obligations.
Horseshit.
- You're out of line, old man.
- No, you are out of line.
Have you any idea what she went through
to get here tonight?
She lied to me.
She came to tell you the truth
and you fed her to the wolves.
What do you know?
You build flying machines
and walk on water.
Yet you know nothing about life.
I know that a life without love...
is no life at all.
And love without trust?
What of that?
She's your match, Henry.
I am but a servant to my crown...
and I have made my decision.
I will not yield!
Then you don't deserve her.
I have it on good authority...
that before your rather
embarrassing debut...
the Prince was about to choose
Marguerite to be his bride.
Men are so fickle, aren't they?
One minute, they're spouting sonnets...
and the next you're back
to being a hired help.
I must say, I've never seen you
quite this dedicated in your chores.
What makes you think
I do any of this for you?
Well, my, my, my.
Aren't we feisty this morning?
Let me pass.
- You've brought this on yourself.
- I have work to do.
Let the others handle it.
Don't you understand?
You've won!
Go and move into your palace...
and leave us be!
You are not my problem any more.
Is that what I am?
Your problem?
I have done everything
you've ever asked me to do...
and still you've denied me
the only thing I ever wanted.
And what was that?
What do you think?
You are the only mother I have ever known.
Was there a time,
even in its smallest measurement...
that you loved me at all?
How can anyone love a pebble in their shoe?
Danielle!
My lady, come and see!
It's back, all of it!
You, take that chair.
Monsieur le Pieu.
- Right on time.
- It's all here, Baroness...
right down to the very last candlestick.
Father's books? His paintings?
You sold them to him?
Yes. And now they're back.
I couldn't have us looking like paupers
when the King arrives.
Thank you, Monsieur.
This means the world to us.
I'm a businessman, Danielle...
not a philanthropist.
I don't understand.
I couldn't have you around
distracting the Prince.
The Baroness and I have come to er...
an arrangement.
You, for all this...
although I do think
I'm getting the better end of the deal.
No! No!
- No!
- Danielle!
Dios, perd?!
In nomine Patris
Et Filii et Spiritus Sancti
Amen.
No, por favor, no, por favor.
No te cases conmigo.
Madame, Madame.
I know exactly how you feel.
Don Pepito! Don Pepito!
And I thought I had problems.
- Es tu culpa!
- Es la tuya!
Where is she?
The Baroness?
Ni... Danielle.
But she has been sold, Sire.
Sold?
To whom?
Pierre le Pieu, Your Highness.
Just after the masque.
Tell no-one we have spoken.
For all shall reveal itself in due course.
Come, Laurent.
There is much to be done.
Enter!
Oh, I do so hate to see you in irons.
I'd remove them...
if only you'd promise
not to run away again.
I have no reason to stay.
You belong to me now.
I belong to no-one...
least of all you.
Oh, I do wish you'd reconsider my offer.
I would rather rot.
I had a horse like you once.
A magnificent creature.
Stubborn, just like you.
Willful to a fault.
It, too, just needed to be...
broken.
You will maintain your distance, sir.
Oh, you didn't say please.
Please.
I could hang you for this.
Not if you are dead.
I do love your spirit.
My father was an expert swordsman,
Monsieur.
He taught me well.
Now hand me that key,
or I swear on his grave I will slit you...
from navel to nose.
Your freedom...
my lady.
Hello.
Hello.
What are you doing here?
I erm...
I came to rescue you.
Rescue me?
A commoner?
Actually, I came to beg your forgiveness.
I offered you the world, and at the
first test of honor I betrayed you.
Please, Danielle.
Say it again.
I'm sorry.
No.
The part where you said my name.
Danielle.
Perhaps you would be so kind...
as to help me find the owner of this...
rather remarkable shoe?
Where did you find that?
She is my match in every way.
Please tell me I haven't lost her.
It belongs to a peasant, Your Highness...
who pretended to be a courtier
to save a man's life.
Yes, I know.
And the name's Henry, if you don't mind.
I kneel before you not as a prince...
but as a man in love.
But I...
would feel like a king...
if you, Danielle de Barbarac...
would be my wife.
How was I to know
he'd run out of the side door?
He was supposed to be getting married!
I heard the Prince talked to you.
What did he say?
Well, I can't be sure.
It all happened so quickly.
But I think what he said was...
"It serves me right
for choosing a foreigner over your...
sister."
Well, very good.
Perhaps we should just
let him fret about it for a few days.
I'll get it!
His Supreme Majesty, King Francis...
requests an audience with
the Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent...
and her daughters immediately.
Oh. Is anything wrong?
No, milady.
The King demanded that you arrive in style.
In style we shall be.
Baroness...
did you or did you not
lie to Her Majesty the Queen of France?
Choose your words wisely, Madame...
for they may be your last.
A woman would do practically anything...
for the love of her
daughter, Your Majesties.
Perhaps I did get a little carried away.
Mother, what have you done?
Your Majesty, like you,
I am just a victim here.
She has lied to us both
and I am ashamed to call her family.
How dare you turn on me, you ingrate!
You see what I have to put with!
Silence, both of you!
Good Lord!
Are they always like this?
Worse...
Your Majesty.
Jacqueline, darling...
I'd hate to think
you had anything to do with this.
Of course not, Mother.
I'm only here for the food.
Baroness de Ghent.
You are forthwith stripped of your title.
You and your horrible daughter...
are to be shipped to the Americas
on the first boat.
Unless, by some miracle...
someone here will speak for you.
There seem to be
quite a few people out of town.
I will speak for her.
She is, after all, my stepmother.
Your Highness.
Marguerite...
I don't believe you've met...
my wife.
I want you to know...
that I will forget you
after this moment...
and never think of you again.
But you, I am quite certain...
will think about me
every single day for the rest of your life.
How long might that be?
All I ask, Your Majesties...
is that you show her the same courtesy
that she has bestowed upon me.
After you've washed the tablecloths,
start on the napkins...
and move those over there.
- Marguerite.
- What?
- You heard the woman.
- So did you.
- Yes, but I'm management.
- Like hell you are!
You're just the same as me, a big nobody!
How dare you speak that way!
I am of noble blood.
And you are getting on my nerves!
Now get to work.
Leonardo.
It's wonderful.
Think of it as a belated wedding present,
Your Highness.
What?
I just can't get over it... Your Highness.
Yes, well, royalty or not...
I can still whip you.
I must say, Leonardo...
for a man of your talents...
it doesn't look a thing like her.
You, sir, are supposed to be charming.
And we, Princess,
are supposed to live happily ever after.
Says who?
Do you know...
I don't know.
My great-great-grandmother's
portrait hung in the university...
up until the revolution.
By then, the truth of the romance...
had been reduced to
a simple fairy tale.
And while Cinderella and her Prince
did live happily ever after...
the point, gentlemen...
is that they lived.
Are you ready
maybe are you willing to run?
Are you ready to let yourself drown?
Are you holding your breath?
Are you ready or not?
Are you ready
maybe do you long to confess?
Do you feel that you're all ready now?
Are you sure of yourself?
Would you lie if you're not?
You tire me out
Don't want to let that happen
A secret scream so loud
Why did you let that happen?
So put your arms around me
You let me believe
that you were someone else
Cos only time can take you
So let me believe that I am someone else
Maybe I'm ready to break
Do you think that I push you too far?
Would you open yourself?
Are you reckless or not?
You tire me out
Don't want to let that happen
A secret scream so loud
Why did you let that happen?
So put your arms around me
You let me believe
that you were someone else
Cos only time can take you
So let me believe that I am someone else
Let me believe
That I am someone else