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Turn to the right, milady.
Thank you.
That's it.
Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye!
Lords! Knights! Squires!
And all other manner of people.
That by the command of Our Lord, the king of France,
it is strictly prohibited,
on pain of death and the loss of property,
for anyone here to be armed,
or to carry a sword or dagger
unless he be one who has the express permission
of Our Lord, the king.
Each man is to fight
on horseback and on foot,
armed in the manner that pleases him,
with any weapon or device of attack or defense.
Except for weapons or devices of equal design
or made with charms or spells
or any other thing that is forbidden by God and holy church
to all good Christians.
If either combatant should carry onto the field of battle
any arms that have been forged with spells,
charms, enchantments, or any other evil arts,
then so shall the malefactor be punished as an enemy of God
or as a traitor
or as a murderer.
- Tighter. Tighter. - Monsieur.
Knights, proceed.
Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!
Come for your fight!
You're all gonna die!
You're all gonna die like pigs!
Come on, then!
Come on, you failed scum...
We cannot just sit here.
...and fight!
Jean, we were ordered by Pierre to hold this bridge.
Orders be damned. For the king.
For the king!
Thank you.
I will make no apology for how you men fought today.
It was an honor to be there with you.
Limoges is lost.
And our allies have failed to take the port at Brest.
Our new Lord, Pierre,
has now resigned the campaign and orders us home.
We move at dawn.
Hear, hear.
To the king.
Evidently, Pierre is not happy.
Lives were saved.
Not in Limoges.
Let us return home, my friend.
You saved my life today.
Thank you.
Declare yourself!
Squire Jean de Carrouges.
Son of the captain of this fort.
Open the gates!
It's a great honor for Pierre
to have chosen your father's castle for this ceremony.
I shall be prepared to assume this captaincy
upon my father's passing.
Pray it is not for many years.
Father. Mother.
Captain. Milady.
Squires.
Do not keep Our Lord Pierre waiting.
...become your man. I shall serve you for life.
So, Lord, I become your man. I swear I shall serve you for life.
Milord, I become your man. I shall serve you for life.
Milord, I become your man. I swear I shall serve you for life.
Lord, I become your man. I swear I shall serve you for life.
- Lord... - Closer.
Lord, I become your man.
I swear I shall serve you for life.
Declare yourself.
It is I. Helen of Troy.
Le Gris.
It's good to see you, my friend.
Though I do not come only as a friend.
I'm afraid there's more to my visit than I have let on.
Speak.
Pierre has charged me with the collection of debts.
I see.
I have already visited all the other tenants in his domain.
And now...
You have come to see me.
I have come to see you.
These levies are for military defense.
And you know as well as anyone our enemy's present.
And we need to be ready.
When have I not been ready to stand and fight for my king?
You have.
More than any other.
But that's not all this Pierre wants.
No, what Pierre wants...
Pierre wants the money that he's rightfully owed.
I don't have it.
This plague has carried off half my workforce.
My rent collection is down.
My fields yield half what they used to.
And the cost of labor has now risen.
Yes.
How is it the other vassals paid?
They paid because I had to insist.
I see.
And now, you insist upon me?
Let me talk to Pierre.
He's not without reason.
I will explain your situation.
You are a true friend.
But I cannot return empty-handed.
Of course not.
Thank you.
Let me see what I have at hand.
- Think about this. - I have.
You have not.
I will be fighting under Admiral de Vienne.
The English are looting the Cotentin Peninsula as we speak.
This plague has taken your wife and son.
I will not stand by whilst Lower Normandy falls.
Do not let this obduracy take you.
You have no heir.
If you die, all you have will revert to Count Pierre.
A fact not lost on Pierre, I'm certain.
He does not favor me as he does you.
No, you have much to live for.
What do I have to live for, here? What?
A name.
It's too great and storied a name for you to treat it so recklessly.
Your father has the captaincy of Belleme.
When he dies, you will inherit that garrison
and everything that comes with it.
And I am your friend.
And there are many others like me who would prefer you not perish.
I don't embark on this campaign recklessly.
I don't embark on it just to fight.
Then why?
Jacques.
I am
broke.
I need money.
Long live the king!
They're back! Quick! Come on! They're back!
I'll take that from you.
Let me help you, sir.
Turn around, please, my lord.
Lift, lift your arm.
Take them more bread.
Over here. They want some more.
Robert de Thibouville.
He's providing shelter and vittles for us.
De Thibouville?
Did he not side with the English against us at Poitiers?
Yes, but he was pardoned along with the others.
He's with us now.
And he'll stay that way if he knows what's good for him.
Steady, Jean.
It's a roof over our heads.
Besides,
he has quite the wine cellar.
What a beauty.
She is a de Thibouville?
Yes. Her name is even older than yours.
She's his only daughter.
There's a dowry to be had.
Of course, a man would have to bear the mark
of her father's disgrace...
I don't imagine one would suffer too greatly
at the task of producing an heir.
Gentlemen, welcome.
You fought bravely.
Thank you for hosting us.
- I would like to introduce... - Jean de Carrouges.
Your reputation precedes you.
As does yours.
It's my pleasure to host you and your men.
It is only just to support the men who fight for the king.
Some lessons are learned later in life, hmm?
Allow me to introduce my daughter.
Marguerite.
Marguerite, this is Squire Jean de Carrouges.
Milady, I'm pleased to meet you.
Pleasure is mine.
The dowry includes this parcel as well.
Starting at the hunting grounds.
What of this here? The one to the north?
Aunou-le-Faucon.
As I say, starting at the hunting grounds.
I'll have that piece of land as well.
Most certainly.
Amen.
I'm a very jealous man, milady.
Tonight, you are mine and will dance with no other.
And every night hereafter.
No need to worry.
This is it.
Property starts at the river mouth
and extends all the way to the hill beyond.
So, this is Aunou-le-Faucon.
This was meant to be part of Marguerite's dowry.
She loved it here.
And Pierre simply gave it to you.
In appreciation of my service.
His accounts were in complete chaos.
Once I was able to reorder them and collect the rents due,
everything started functioning properly, and his fortunes turned.
Gave me this as a sign of his gratitude.
It's not my doing.
The count is generous and impetuous.
Let us eat.
I wish you'd seen the gardens at Aunou-le-Faucon.
We had roses and lavender.
Then, we shall have those here.
I remember my father built a swing on the largest tree in the estate.
I will find the largest tree and do the same.
I have such wonderful memories of my summers there.
It's a pity Pierre took that estate from your father.
I know you miss it.
It's the only way he could pay what he owed.
Pierre then just gave it to Jacques Le Gris as a gift.
Do all squires enjoy such lavish gifts?
Le Gris more than most.
He has become Pierre's most trusted.
Perhaps Aunou-le-Faucon is not gone for good.
Perhaps I shall not let that rest.
Jean.
My love, I have bled for this king.
He knows of me.
I may have more power than you think.
I know how powerful you are.
This land was promised to me as part of my wife's dowry.
The petition is denied.
This decision comes directly from His Majesty, the king.
Are you Squire Jean de Carrouges?
That is I.
What does it say?
'Tis your father.
Open the gate!
Leave us.
I was in Paris when the news came.
Your father died quietly.
In his sleep.
I am lost.
They tell me I'm to leave here within a month.
You will do no such thing.
I will assume the captaincy.
You will keep your quarters, your servants.
Everything will be the way it was...
Jean, have you not heard?
You're not going to follow in your father's footsteps
as captain here at Belleme.
What do you mean?
Why did you have to sue the count for a piece of land?
Just to impress your bride.
That land was promised to me. It was an appeal.
And now, you've made an enemy of Count Pierre.
It was right.
Right. There's no right.
There is only the power of men.
You sued him, and you've made a powerful enemy.
Your father was a hard man
but there was much about this world that he understood.
Who then will assume my father's captaincy?
Good day!
Join us, my squire.
This is a day for celebration.
I will not be staying, milord.
I do not wish to interrupt such an occasion,
but my honor compels me to speak.
I was angered, but I spoke well.
I said to Pierre,
"Can you stand there, as a man of honor, as my liege lord,
"and say that I am not man enough to assume my rightful captaincy
"that my grandfather and my father held for the last 20 years of his life
"and take command of that garrison
"and hold the fort of Belleme for my king?"
And what said Pierre?
And there was Le Gris,
whose life I saved, sitting by his side
with his captaincy, not even man enough to look at me.
He poisons milord with evil advice.
Whispered in his ear, blackening my name.
Surely, you did not say this.
You did.
We are no longer welcome at court.
Jean...
So be it.
Milord.
Jean, an invitation has arrived.
Your friend Jean Crespin has invited us to his home.
They are celebrating the birth of their first child.
It's a boy.
Oh, wonderful news.
It's been a year since Belleme.
Perhaps we may show our faces
so they know we carry on in spite of this injustice.
A healthy child in these times
is cause for a celebration.
Do you think I would deny the rabble of Argentan
the sight of a true noblewoman?
Have a gown made.
This one is ready. We need more hay over here.
I am very glad you chose to attend.
This will only do you good, my love.
Jean, I'm very pleased to see you. It's been a long time.
Congratulations, my friend.
- Milady, you look lovely. - Thank you.
Please, you're most welcome.
Pardon me, milady.
- Le Gris. - Carrouges.
Pax! Well done! Well done, all!
Let there be no ill will among the servants of the king.
He needs us all right now.
Hear, hear. Well spoken, old friend.
Marguerite, come.
Give our old friend a kiss
and show the good faith of the house Carrouges.
I will return in just a few months, my love.
I will be safe and well attended to by Alice and your mother,
but I will miss you.
This is what I do.
Let me provide for you.
And what of you?
I have all that I need.
Except an heir.
My love.
It comes as God wills it.
Be thou a knight in the name of God.
Rise.
Jean de Carrouges!
In honor of your service to our king.
Quiet!
Be thou a knight in the name of God.
Rise.
All right, men! Make preparations for battle!
Sire?
Why do they run?
For the king!
Our lord returns!
They're coming!
Our lord returns!
He's coming!
Welcome back, sire!
Milord, you are not well.
This fever is all I've brought back from that wretched place.
As well as your knighthood.
Tomorrow, I must go to Paris.
I'll be away one week.
What do you want?
I'm owed money by the treasurer.
Jean, you are unwell.
He's well enough to travel.
To Paris?
That's three days' ride.
And Argentan.
Duty demands that I report to Pierre.
They will admire you as a knight.
And you will confound
those who had not expected you to return, Sir Jean.
Sir Jean de Carrouges?
Signature here.
300 gold pieces.
Sire.
I will be in my chamber.
Good night.
My love?
What is the matter?
Has my mother quarreled with you yet again?
No.
I have missed you.
Did you not miss me?
I missed you more than you know.
Then let us go to bed.
- What? What is it, my love? - I...
Uh...
Uh, When... When you were gone, there was a day
when your mother had business in Saint Pierre.
Yes.
She took the servants with her on her errand, and I was left alone.
Did she not leave Alice?
I told her in no uncertain terms.
She took all the servants.
Shortly after, a man came unannounced.
I knew the man, so I let him in.
But he was not alone.
He attacked me.
He pinned me down, I protested.
I screamed, I cried out as best I could, but there was no one here.
I was overpowered. There was nothing I could do.
I was raped.
Who? Who did this?
Who?
Jacques Le Gris.
Are you telling me the truth?
Yes. Yes.
Are you telling me the truth?
Yes, I am telling you the truth.
You must believe me.
You must.
You are my beloved.
Here.
I was not here to protect you.
Please forgive me.
Please.
Jean.
I want him to answer for what he has done.
And he will.
He will.
Collect the swords!
Show them in, please.
Take the horses down.
Move them aside.
Show them in, please.
And so, I ask for your help.
Marguerite is my wife, and she has been wronged.
I will not allow this to go unpunished.
Your only avenue is through Pierre.
Though I doubt he will give you a hearing.
Tell the story you've heard today.
Tell it anywhere you can and to all who will listen.
We will be the subject of gossip.
If the story is known across Normandy,
Pierre will have to grant us a hearing.
I have a plan.
I request a duel to the death.
This custom was outlawed years ago.
Not so, Your Grace.
It is true that no duels have been fought during your lifetime,
though it remains acceptable as a venue...
It would require a full convening
of the assembled parliamentary body of Paris.
All 32 members of Your Majesty's court.
One of us has lied.
Let us let God decide.
Sir Jean, if you lose this duel,
thus proving these accusations false,
your wife would suffer dire consequences.
God will spare those who tell the truth.
And the truth will prevail.
I am not afraid.
Excellent.
His Majesty, King Charles VI!
What is your business today before this court?
Most excellent and powerful king
and our sovereign lord,
I present myself,
Jean de Carrouges,
knight,
as an appellant in your court
and hereby do accuse this squire
of a most foul crime
against my wife,
the Lady Marguerite de Carrouges.
I charge that during the third week of this January past,
this same Jacques Le Gris
did feloniously
and carnally
take my wife against her will in our house.
And if this said Jacques Le Gris
denies his crime,
I stand ready
to prove my charge by my body against his
and to render him dead at an appointed time.
Come for your fight!
You're all gonna die!
You're all gonna die like pigs!
Come on, then!
Come on, you failed scum...
We cannot just sit here.
...and fight!
Jean, we were ordered by Pierre to hold this bridge.
Orders be damned.
They're baiting you, Jean.
They want us to leave the bridge so they can take Limoges.
Then they shall have their wish!
My son is a fool. Let him go!
If he goes alone, he will die.
For the king!
I know he is stubborn.
Yes, stubborn, difficult, jealous,
- rash, dimwitted, irascible, dimwitted... - Yes. Yes, yes, I know, milord.
...stupid. He does not exactly yield his rents on time.
But I count him as a friend.
He disobeyed me and let Limoges fall.
He believed he would succeed. His intentions were good.
He's no fucking fun.
You mean, you'd like to see more of his gloom here in Argentan?
He postures and mopes about like a black cloud.
Milord, I have fought with him and seen the worst of this world with him.
He is loyal.
Yeah. So are my fucking hounds.
As you wish. Take your leave. Do as you like.
I think very little of his character.
However, I think a great deal of yours.
It's the quality that most recommends you.
But do not let your loyalty blind you.
- Thank you, milord. - Yes.
Le Gris?
The gold? Or the sandal?
- Gold. - Indeed.
The gold.
No, no. I know, I know...
Ladies and gentlemen.
Under ordinary circumstances, your hostess, the viscountess,
my wife, Lady Marie Chamaillart,
would see the sun come up with all of us,
sing louder, dance more
and drink you all under the table.
However, she's fast at work growing our eighth child
in 14 years of marriage.
Well, good night, dear friends.
I shall wait up for absolutely none of you.
Especially my husband.
Good night, dear.
My love.
- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear.
Good night.
Well, now, perhaps the evening can truly begin.
Where were we?
Uh... Latour, read.
I do not read Latin.
You do not even read.
I will read. The Book of Love.
- Ooh. - Rule number 24.
Anyone?
Squire?
"A new love expels an old one."
Too true.
Well, it appears we have a squire with a hidden talent.
Read, do read.
Uh...
The rule of love number four.
"Love is always growing,
"or diminishing."
Insolent bastard!
He knows you.
"Nothing prevents a woman from being loved by two men.
"Or a man from being loved by two women."
Well read.
Oh. Come, come.
If you run, I will only chase you.
Wow, he grows serious.
No! No! No!
No!
No! No! No!
This customer is rough.
No!
And strong.
Here, come take some evil inside you.
- Pierre! - Oh.
Come, Pierre.
Great!
Pierre.
Life is good.
The wolves have not slept, either.
Your wife will awaken soon, milord.
Best be in there when she does.
Pregnant and hysterical.
I prefer to take my chances with the wolves.
So, tell me, squire,
how does a man of war become so learned in letters?
I was born with neither a name nor wealth.
I prepared for a life in the church.
The requirements
did not suit me.
No, no.
A libertine after my own heart.
That always came to me easily.
Does that knowledge also apply to numbers?
It does, milord.
Then let me share this with you, and this stays between us.
Of course.
My accounts are in disarray.
Would you mind bringing your expertise to bear on my finances?
How can this be?
Rents are late to come in. The accountants are careless.
Milord, these nobles are holding the money that they are meant to yield up to you.
The plague has carried off half our workforce.
Crop yields are down. Labor costs are up.
I understand the numbers,
and absolutely none of this is your concern.
You need to be prepared to raise an army at a moment's notice.
None of this works if you're not solvent.
And when they say they do not have it?
Well, let them say that to me.
Well, then.
I was trying to have a word with your lord.
This matter is between us. Do not interrupt me again.
All right, let us look at the map.
Shall we?
There is, of course, my property here at Bourg.
No. My good man, no.
What's this here?
Aunou-le-Faucon.
No.
It's one of my most valuable estates.
It is to be part of my daughter's dowry.
I cannot just give it to him.
My friend, Pierre's not asking you to give him your finest estate.
But Aunou-le-Faucon is worth twice what I owe.
Well, think of how good it will feel to be completely without debt.
Have you heard? Reports from the north.
They say there's a father so desperate,
he'll marry his own daughter to Jean de Carrouges.
Indeed?
Yes, Robert de Thibouville, the traitor.
Carrouges needs an heir.
Is she the only noblewoman in Normandy?
He needs money as well.
There's much to recommend her.
She's rich, young. They say she's beautiful.
Yes, and her father betrayed the Crown.
I make no apologies for Robert de Thibouville.
Yeah. Only a shame he wasn't beheaded for his treason.
He would have been spared the sight of this humiliation.
Gently.
Yeah. Here, boy.
Stag's blood.
Badge of honor.
Well done, Etienne! Uh, Charles.
What?
He's suing me.
Oh. Come in. Take your pants off.
He's suing me!
- Who? - Me!
For land that is rightfully mine.
Jean de Carrouges has filed a lawsuit for a piece of property.
Why would he sue you for a piece of property?
Because you gave it to me.
He's suing you, too. He's suing us both.
I fail to see the amusement here, milord.
How do you sue for that which was never yours?
My squire.
Will you finally submit that I was right about Jean de Carrouges?
He's saying he will take the matter to the king.
He has bled for this king.
My cousin, the king.
Pierre.
So have I bled. So have you.
My friend, this matter is settled.
I'd hoped to surprise you at court.
Now, you have barged in and cast a pall over a rather promising evening.
So, I will tell you now.
Jean de Carrouges will not be the new captain at Belleme.
You will be the new captain at Belleme.
As if by magic.
Carrouges will be furious.
Too true. Now take your fucking pants off.
Minor delay.
Who wants to help me restore my previous state?
Come here.
Come down, my boy! Le Gris!
I will protect this fortress of Belleme
and command its garrison as captain
to the best of my ability
against any and all enemies of my king.
Jacques Le Gris.
Captain, rise and be recognized.
Good day!
Join us, my squire.
This is a day for celebration.
I will not be staying, milord.
Good God, man, tell me you're not here to sue me again.
Mock me, if you may,
but you cannot change right from wrong nor wrong from right.
Enlighten me, my squire, as to what is right.
For as I see it, last time you emerged was to file suit against me
for land I lawfully owned
and gifted to my most faithful of squires
for services rendered by him unto me.
What claim could you possibly have had to this land?
You have owned it never.
I know all about your squire.
The squire you gifted the land to.
The one who holds a captaincy now that is rightfully mine.
My friend, please.
- Come, let us talk in private. - No! No! No!
I shall be heard!
I do not accept this!
My father, for 20 years, my father...
I've waited for 20 years!
There's not a nobleman in this hall who would speak ill of your father.
You ask for my rents, I yield them up.
Here, as a man of honor,
you say I am not the captain?
You say to me I am not the captain here?
I say to you whatever I like.
I decide who is the captain at Belleme.
That is what you prize.
That. That sycophant.
Sycophants all!
I will sue! I will sue you for this!
In just three years,
you've managed to marry a traitor's daughter,
sue me for land that never belonged to you
and to stand before me for the second time in as many years,
threatening once again to sue,
all while speaking of duty and honor.
This is how you serve me?
I serve the king.
The king.
Heaven and earth!
Heaven and earth what?
14.
37. 45.
15. 17 borrowed...
Come.
Hello.
Thought you were asleep, milord.
Aye, great,
good friend. No, almost,
but I spied candlelight, and I knew it must be you.
I work better alone.
You make it hard for a man to get his work done.
I came here to tell you I will not be joining you
for Crespin's celebration.
Milord?
Too far a ride, too cold.
We'll stay here and fuck women of our own.
- No. - No.
No, I'm told Jean de Carrouges will be there.
It's time to heal this wound.
He will never change. Why even try?
Because a feud between your lordship's vassals
brings naught but trouble and distraction.
Oh, good God.
And because I once stood godfather to his late son!
I once held a place in his heart.
Do as you must.
You will get to see the mysterious wife.
Apparently, he's letting her out of the dungeon for one time only.
One can only hope he hasn't taken away her books.
Carrouges' wife reads?
In as many languages as you do, I'm told.
Strange match.
It is. Will wonders never cease?
- Come to the celebration, milord! - No.
- Come! - No.
Too much wine. My Latin fails me.
"We forgive a child afraid of the dark.
"Tragedy is men afraid of the light."
Your decency will be the end of you.
And there is no end to my decency.
No, milord!
Recalculate!
Sorry.
I think you'd enjoy it.
We will ride from the valley to where the river ends.
We could, uh, dine there.
My servants could prepare a picnic.
Oh, Jacques Le Gris, save your breath.
I've heard all about you from the ladies at court.
They're... They're just boasting.
Carrouges.
Pardon me, milady.
Carrouges.
Le Gris.
Pax! Well done!
Well done, all!
Let there be no ill will among the servants of our king.
His Majesty needs us all right now.
Hear, hear. Well spoken.
Marguerite, come.
Give my old friend a kiss.
Show him the good faith of the house Carrouges.
Bravo!
If we...
There.
I think... There you go.
It's a shame we had not met until tonight.
Is it?
I had no idea what a lucky man Carrouges was
for having such a beautiful wife.
From what I have heard,
you have no trouble acquiring beautiful women.
And from what I have heard,
we may have a great deal in common.
What could we possibly have in common?
Appreciation of one another's extraordinary good looks.
You are quite talented when it comes to flattery.
I only speak the truth.
And what else?
You are a reader?
Like myself.
Romance of the Rose.
I thought it rather dull.
Dull? The book is wretched.
I much prefer Percival's Courtesy.
It's a much more challenging and interesting novel.
Smart woman.
Yet he is of so pure a heart he's able to claim the Grail.
I understand him.
Don't get ahead of yourself.
Carrouges.
Your wife charms me, my friend.
To even think is to covet, my lord.
No less sinful than her coveting me.
Please forgive me. I wish...
Milord?
I've never seen you like this, milord.
Nor have I, my friend.
Word is not promising on the Scottish front.
Perhaps the Lady Marguerite's already a widow.
I would not wager against Jean de Carrouges in battle.
What do you think her and Jean speak about?
You think they read together?
But he's illiterate, though, isn't he?
The debt we owe to our friends is the greatest of all.
Is it greater than love?
I didn't train him properly.
The fault is mine.
My lords! My lords!
I present the knight, Sir Jean de Carrouges!
Milord, I return from the royal campaign in Scotland to report to you.
Rise, Sir Knight, speak.
We found ourselves unwelcome by our Scottish allies.
We laid siege at Wark.
Louder, Sir Knight, they cannot hear you in the back.
We laid siege at Wark.
Mm.
Milord, I return
with neither plunder nor prisoners.
And without five of the nine squires under my command.
Indeed, I return a knight.
One who curses Scotland and the hour I set foot there.
Yes.
Word had arrived ahead of you
of your calamitous campaign.
A tragic result, Jean,
though, I dare say, no fault of your command.
Hear, hear!
Where are you off to now, Jean?
I'm bound for Paris.
I have business with the treasurer for my payment.
Very good.
A good soldier and good fortune are not long parted.
I return a knight.
That is the second time you do not call me "sir."
There will not be a third.
No offense intended, Sir Jean.
I will not be patronized
by this squire
who lies about court,
waiting to be feted with gift
upon gift upon gift
and risks nothing!
Nothing.
He may acquire more property in this world,
find more favor...
...eat more, drink more,
bed more,
and otherwise, call himself a man of arms.
But in this hall
and any other,
in my company,
he will call me "sir."
Sir.
Indeed,
good sir.
Enjoy your time in Paris,
Sir Jean.
That is all, Jean.
Milord.
Who's there?
It's, uh, I, Adam Louvel, milady.
Adam Louvel?
I'm ashamed to have to ask a great favor.
My horse has thrown a shoe and...
Nobody's here.
I'm not permitted to open the door.
No, of course.
I just wondered if I could come inside and warm myself while he's reshod.
I'm so sorry to have to ask.
For a moment. I hate to ask.
- Oh... - I...
Milady, forgive me for intruding.
I love you more than any other, and I would do anything for you.
Everything I have is yours.
How can you speak to me like this?
Marguerite, what way then would I speak to you?
Milady, you must know it cannot be helped.
My love for you has consumed me.
How dare you?
Milady, when milord sets his course for love...
- Do not speak! - You must leave now. Please.
You heard the lady. Leave us!
Milord.
- I am married. - Yes.
You are saddled with a terrible burden.
A cold, callous man who does not love you as I do.
Who cannot appreciate you for the marvel that you are.
- Please. - I only want for your happiness.
I cannot bear to see you in such hardship.
I know your house's finances are fragile.
My lord provides for me.
Yes.
But does he know you to be the most...
exquisite...
fascinating woman?
A woman
I would devote my whole life to.
Oh, hear me say I'm in love with you.
I know you love me, too. You must.
You must leave. Now, please.
Jeanette!
If you run, I will only chase you.
- No. - Yes.
No.
No!
No.
Please, no.
You fear yourself guilty, but, my love,
I beseech you, tell no one.
For your own safety.
If your husband hears of this,
he may kill you.
Say nothing.
I will keep quiet, too.
Do not feel badly, my love.
We could not help ourselves.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Speak, my son.
I carry a sin that weighs heavy upon my heart.
What is it, my son?
I have committed the sin of adultery
against a man I once considered a friend.
You know your commandments?
Yes, Father.
I ask forgiveness.
My son, Matthew tells us,
everyone who looks at a woman with lust
has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
But is love a sin, Father?
How can I seek absolution for love?
This is the work of the Devil.
This temptress leads you astray.
Just as Eve lured Adam from the divine path.
That is not love.
Then why?
God is faithful.
He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.
This is a test.
- My friend. - Milord.
Sit.
You will need to sit.
Drink this.
You should drink all of it.
There is no other way to say this
than to speak plainly.
A most unspeakable charge has been brought against you.
Jean de Carrouges evidently,
among others,
has been telling any and all who will listen
that you...
took his wife against her will.
I know not what to say.
Why would she say that?
Jacques, it is you and I here.
I must know. This is a serious matter.
The accusation is false.
Of course, she made the customary protest, but she is a lady.
It was not against her will.
Why would I ever need to do that?
Have you ever known me to lack the company of women?
No.
But you have not been yourself of late.
It is true, I confess, it is a feeling I've never had before.
A love...
that I've never known. It...
It's taken all my strength not to return to her.
We knew it was wrong,
I confessed my adultery, and performed my penance.
But I swear to you, this charge of rape is false.
Of course it's absurd. It's as I suspected.
But I must defend my name.
No, you must do no such thing.
On my honor, I will, milord. I must.
I know you yearn to defend your name and your honor,
but the common mind has no capacity for this sort of nuance.
They simply don't understand the world as we do.
They see villains and heroes, that is all.
Milord...
Deny, deny, deny.
Everywhere, always, at all times, and to all men.
You did not commit adultery.
It never happened.
There is no proof.
It will always be your word against that of Jean de Carrouges.
Yes, milord.
Of course we will have to endure a public trial,
charges of rape will be brought against you
and a verdict will be rendered by your overlord
adjudicating this matter who,
as the fates would have it,
happens to be me.
I hereby find said Jacques Le Gris to be completely innocent
and wholly without guilt.
I order the criminal complaint annulled
and stricken from the record.
Let there be no further questions about it.
Let there be no more gossip,
the penalty a punishment by my hand.
Is that understood?
As to the sworn testimony of Lady Marguerite,
one can only come to the conclusion she must have dreamt it.
Now, have these findings sent immediately to Paris
before this insouciant knight troubles our king any further with this nonsense.
Yes, speak.
Milord, I have been informed
that Jean de Carrouges has already travelled to Paris.
He is filing an appeal to His Majesty at this very moment.
Cunt.
The benefit of clergy.
There really is no decision to make.
You're a cleric in minor orders.
So, you can escape the jurisdiction of the secular courts
and be tried by the Church
where conditions are more favorable.
Men holding church office
number disproportionately among those accused of rape.
They escape serious punishment by claiming benefit of clergy, so...
we'll have the church try your case and be done with the matter.
But what of my name?
Was there
an affair?
Absolutely not.
It's strange she would claim rape and risk her life.
Why would she do this?
All of France is talking about this, and I'm innocent.
I've said publicly that this never happened!
And yet, under extraordinary pressure
and at great risk to her name and reputation,
Lady Marguerite has said that it did.
Formally, this is not about her.
Rape is not a crime against a woman.
It is a property crime against her male guardian.
In this case, Jean de Carrouges.
This is not a matter over which a duel should be fought to the death.
It should be settled quietly.
Take the benefit of clergy.
I'm not a coward.
Most excellent and powerful king and our sovereign lord,
I present myself,
Jacques Le Gris,
squire and defendant,
and I do hereby deny
all the aforesaid charges,
especially
of Jean de Carrouges,
that I did unlawfully...
and carnally
know his wife,
the Lady Marguerite de Carrouges,
in the third week of January last,
or at any other time.
And I further maintain, saving the honor of Your Majesty,
that the said knight
has falsely
and wickedly lied!
And that he is false
and wicked to say this thing.
And I further maintain...
and with the aid of God,
and with Our Lady,
I pledge to do whatever is necessary to prove my innocence.
The knight and the squire have spoken well.
It is ordered now that the parties present the affidavits
which, the court having received,
will render a verdict upon in a fortnight.
If either man
attempts to flee Paris,
it will be taken as a sign of his guilt.
Orders will be issued for his summary arrest
and he will be hanged.
The king will decide if a duel should indeed be fought.
What now?
You will have 330 livres in coin,
furnishings, cloth, and jewels
in addition to the estate at Mont a Gudot as well as...
And what of Aunou-le-Faucon?
Uh, I was forced to sell that property to Count Pierre.
You and I agreed this land should be assumed
by whomever marries your daughter.
Is this not part of the dowry?
I was unable to pay my rents.
You promised me.
We discussed this.
My daughter comes with the money and the land that I've offered.
That is all that I own.
And what of the bride price?
I offer you a name of value.
I should expect she's capable of performing her wifely duties?
Bearing an heir.
My daughter is strong and healthy
and ready to honor the marriage.
The conception of an heir and children to follow shall be swift.
And prolific.
Proceed.
The wedding will proceed!
You're perfect.
I hope this was pleasurable for you.
Yes, milord, very.
I could not have asked
for a more satisfying wedding night.
Perhaps we have conceived on this very night.
I think you would enjoy it. We will ride
- from the valley to where the river... - Milord. Carrouges.
Carrouges.
Le Gris.
Pax! Well done!
Well done, all!
Let there be no ill will between servants of our king.
Marguerite, come.
Give my old friend a kiss.
Show him the good faith of the house Carrouges.
Who is that squire? He's dangerously handsome.
Mm. He has quite the reputation.
Should milord not return from battle,
I would happily strengthen that reputation.
Mm, I think that could be arranged regardless.
- Marie. - How can you speak like this?
I should not be seen nor heard with you.
My husband would have my head.
But you would die happy.
He's handsome.
Charming, I hear.
True, he is handsome and charming,
but my husband does not trust him.
I am proud of you.
I know that this reconciliation must have been difficult.
You gave me good counsel.
You are kind to Jacques Le Gris.
That man is unduly fond of himself.
But you see
how a smile and a kind word go much further than a threat.
Even if you don't mean it.
While I'm gone,
besides a bountiful harvest,
our fortunes will turn most on the breeding of these horses.
And the collection of rents?
Yes, of course.
Stand over there.
I bought this mare for breeding.
Comes from a long line of war horses.
She will foal many a valuable colt.
Sometimes, the difference
between victory and defeat,
between life and death...
- Get out of the way! - Get out of the way!
Mind the gate!
No!
Whoa! Steady!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - No!
Steady, girl.
- Easy! Easy! - Get hold of her.
Not the stallion!
No! Not you!
Not with my mare!
The gates remain closed!
Yes, milord.
The mare is in season!
These are not trifling matters.
It costs money.
Nothing would get done around here were it not for me.
I trust your little death was a memorable and a productive one.
It was like none other.
Why have I not yet conceived?
I want a child so very badly.
Wanting a child has nothing to do with the matter, Marguerite.
We need a son.
You think I do not know this?
I think of nothing else.
I did not have this problem with my first wife.
I shall return in a few months.
You will be safe here with my mother and your servants.
You must never allow yourself to be unattended.
And do not look so sad.
I prefer you to be in good spirits as I go off to war.
I'm proud of you, milord.
You will take care of the estate.
See that it does not fall into disarray.
Of course.
- Good morning. - Milady.
- Good morning.
Good morning, Henri.
Good morning to you, milady.
The pregnancy seems to be going well.
Yes, milady.
So why is she penned up?
Before my master left, he had told me to do so.
My husband knows much about horses,
riding them.
The upbringing, I leave to you.
It would be better for the health of the mare
to be roaming free.
Then she shall roam free.
Thank you, milady.
This is last month's rent as well, milady.
Were you unable to pay?
Your lord never came to collect it.
- Is this unusual? - No.
But it is no trouble.
Thank you.
Henri?
Yes, milady?
Are the oxen not too slow?
The thaw came late this year.
It's been hard going for them.
If we are to sow the oats in time for harvest,
then we must be much faster.
I should like to use the horses.
Yes, but we never use the horses for that purpose.
My master feels they are too valuable.
They will be of no value if they starve to death this winter.
See that it's done.
Right away.
I see you have some sun on your face, milady.
- You look well. - Do I?
I prefer not to be pink.
Though it was a lovely day.
A little color on one's face proves they're alive.
Barely.
Have you heard we've a famous tailor from Paris
arriving in the village next week?
You've been working hard, why not buy yourself a new dress?
Oh, I don't know.
He copies the dresses Queen Isabeau's been seen wearing.
They're quite the rage.
I have seen those.
The neckline is very low.
Almost so low that one might see the queen's pierced nipples.
She does not.
- She does. - She does not...
Good evening.
Things seem to be running quite well.
I enjoy doing these tasks.
It's my pleasure.
Until he returns from Scotland,
of course.
It is unfortunate, however,
that you've not been capable
of steering your husband away from conflict with others.
Jean does what he feels is necessary.
May I ask what you're making? It looks lovely.
I say with sorrow,
something
apparently fruitless.
You are very cruel.
I am a good wife.
As long as you are fulfilling your wifely duties.
Or perhaps you cannot be pleased.
How is your sleep?
Often interrupted.
Flaccid joints.
Bitter taste in the mouth?
I don't know.
My lady, it appears you are suffering from an imbalance of the four humors,
primarily black bile.
You are severely melancholic,
your body is cold and dry.
Perhaps this,
combined with various other factors,
including God's will,
could be preventing conception.
It is imperative that you have a pleasurable conclusion
similar to your husband's, in order to conceive a child.
You achieve this?
Yes.
You find intercourse with your husband pleasurable?
Yes, of course, Doctor.
Although I am not certain I am experiencing
"the little death," as they say.
But if you find it pleasurable, then you are.
Very well.
When Jean returns, he shall be grateful
as I have put the books in order, as well as everything else.
Perhaps he won't mind the expense.
Let us both get dresses.
Surprise your new husband.
He would not approve.
He would say I have enough dresses.
I've only been married a short time,
yet I now understand the burden of this arrangement.
You are a newlywed.
Surely you do not feel burdened.
Bernard is a frugal man
and he does not like to kiss me.
I once thought his appearance would become more pleasing,
but, instead, it's become more repulsive.
So I suppose I am relieved
about the kissing.
He is not like Jean, handsome and generous.
My marriage is not without its problems.
I shall be right with you, ladies.
Thank you.
Despite Le Gris' many deplorable qualities,
one cannot be blind to his appearance.
Crude as he is.
Offensive as well.
- They're all such fools. - Hmm.
Agreed.
Welcome back, sire.
Welcome home, my love.
I am so happy to see you.
My God, Marguerite,
have you lost your dignity?
Go upstairs before the others think you a harlot.
I am your wife.
Welcome home, my courageous son.
Thank you.
Had I seen the gown or known it was being made,
I would've stopped it.
And how would you have done that in my household?
I wonder.
Are you gonna let your wife speak to me in a tone like this?
Marguerite is a grown woman, Mother.
The decisions she makes are her own.
As well as the lessons learned.
Tomorrow I must go to Paris.
I'll be away one week.
But you are ill. You must stay here, indoors.
Yes, please stay.
I'm owed money.
- I intend to collect it. - Of course.
Perhaps you may visit some old friends.
Le Gris is in Argentan.
Why Le Gris?
Please ensure Alice is with her while I'm away.
I forbid you from leaving the grounds.
It's not safe.
I...
I should like to see my friends.
We're so isolated.
Precisely.
Mm.
Whoa!
- Are you leaving? - Yes.
Well, when will you return?
When my tasks are completed.
Before nightfall.
Jean insisted I not be left alone. You heard him.
- Antoine! - Hyah!
Sow!
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve...
Stay.
Who is there?
It is I.
Adam Louvel, milady.
Uh...
Adam Louvel?
- Hello. - I, uh...
I have a great favor to ask.
My horse has thrown a shoe. Uh...
Nobody is here. I am not permitted to open the door.
Of course. I understand.
If I could...
Could I wait inside while he's reshod?
Just to warm myself for a moment.
- I... - Will not be long at all.
Uh, it's just an inconvenience.
- I'm so sorry to have to ask. - Please.
Oh, I'm not alone.
Milady, forgive me for intruding.
I love you.
More than any other.
And I would do anything for you.
Everything I have is yours.
How can you speak to me this way?
Marguerite, what way then would I speak to you?
Milady must know it cannot be helped.
My love for you has consumed me.
How dare you?
Milady, when milord sets his course for love...
You must leave now. Please.
You heard the lady! Leave us.
Milord.
- I am married. - Yes.
And you are saddled with a terrible burden.
A cold, callous man who does not love you as I do.
Who cannot appreciate you for the marvel that you are.
Oh, please, do not speak of my husband.
I want only for your happiness.
I cannot bear to see you in such hardship.
I know your house's finances are fragile.
My lord provides for me.
Yes.
But does he know you to be the most exquisite,
fascinating woman?
A woman I would devote my whole life to.
Ah, hear me say I'm in love with you.
And I know
you love me too. You must.
You must leave. Please.
Marguerite, do not fight this.
Jeanette!
If you run, I will only chase you.
Jeanette!
No! No!
Come here.
No.
No!
No! No! No!
No!
No! Please.
- Shh. - Please, don't do this.
Please.
This is our moment.
Please.
Oh, you feel yourself guilty.
Oh, but, my love, I beseech you, tell no one.
For your own safety.
If your husband hears of this, he may kill you.
Say nothing.
Do not feel badly, my love.
We could not help ourselves.
Milady, we've returned.
She was trying a new cook, and the dish was quite tasty,
save for the cheese.
I've never enjoyed this particular cheese, but sadly, it's everywhere.
Thank you.
There is one example,
and I've forgotten the name of it, um...
it has various colors laced through it. Oh, uh...
Do you know the name of this cheese?
I think that it is Roquefort.
No. No, no, not Roquefort. It's not as strong as Roquefort.
But it has a certain texture
that is very good in cookery.
Milady.
You haven't been eating.
Are you ill?
Lady Carrouges has enquired about your state of mind.
Uh, my state of mind is fine. Thank you, Alice.
Do not open the door.
It's Marie. I'm here to see Marguerite. Is she in?
Fine.
It's me.
- Come on in. - Good day.
Marguerite!
I've never felt such joy. I'm pregnant.
Are you... Are you all right?
You don't seem yourself.
Are you not happy for me?
I'm so very pleased for you.
Sire.
I have missed you.
Did you not miss me?
Oh, I missed you more than you know.
- Then let us go to bed. - Jean...
- Marguerite, I've been away for many days. - I cannot.
What do you mean, you cannot?
Well, um, I need to tell you something.
What?
While you were gone, there was a day when your mother had business
in Saint Pierre.
Yes.
And shortly after, a man came, unannounced.
I knew the man, so I let him in.
But he was not alone.
Jacques Le Gris entered our home without my permission and...
- What about Le Gris? - He forced me to this room.
To this bed.
He raped me.
Are you telling me the truth?
Please.
Are you telling me the truth?
Jean, please! I am telling you the truth. You must believe me.
I screamed.
I screamed until I lost my voice.
He forced you?
He raped me.
- You did not provoke this? - No, Jean.
Could you not run?
I was pinned down, I could not breathe.
Can this man do nothing but evil to me?
Jean, I intend to speak the truth.
I will not be silent.
I have no legal standing without your support.
Then you shall have it.
Come.
I will not allow him to be the last man to have known you.
- Jean... - Come.
Come!
Milady,
do you swear upon your life
that what you say is true?
I swear it.
Will you swear it before God?
And all of France?
I will.
Then we fight.
Marguerite is my wife
and we have been wronged.
I will not allow it to go unpunished.
Your only avenue is through Pierre.
Though I doubt he will give you a hearing.
Tell the story you heard today.
Tell it anywhere you can and to all who will listen.
We will be the subject of gossip.
If the story is known across Normandy,
Pierre will have to grant us a hearing.
We have a plan.
Marie?
Stay a while.
Why can't you look at me?
I cannot.
Marie?
Do you not recall?
You said, on one or more occasions, that you found Le Gris handsome.
So did you.
But I do not complain of rape.
Marie!
You do not believe me.
I have to go.
No, Jean, no! This is not what I want!
Not what you want?
Can he not simply be tried for his crime in the courts?
Pierre is the courts!
If you appeal to the king, he will only side with Pierre
as he has in the past.
I will not appeal to the king.
I will appeal to God.
Marguerite, why have you done this?
Because what happened to me is wrong.
Men like Le Gris take women when they want
and how often they want.
Who do you think you are?
My son may die.
That is his choice. Not mine.
You are no different from the peasants our soldiers have their way with
when they are at war.
Do they complain?
I cannot be silent. I must speak.
Marguerite!
All you have done is bring shame to our family.
I am telling the truth.
The truth does not matter.
You look at me as if I were never young.
I was raped.
And despite my protestations and my revulsion,
did I go crying to my lord
who had better things to worry about?
No, I stood up,
got on with my life.
But at what cost?
At what cost?
I'm alive.
Well, you have paid a dear price for that privilege.
I have heard from several sources that you told others
you found Monsieur Le Gris handsome.
Perhaps you dreamt this event,
wishing it to be true.
Yes, a long time ago, some friends and I agreed
that he was handsome, but I told them that I knew him to be untrustworthy.
Noticing a man is attractive reveals nothing but that.
And if one of these women is your dearest friend,
why would she bring this information to the court?
I do not know.
You've been with Jean de Carrouges for how many years?
Five.
In that time,
you've not carried a child,
an heir to the family name.
No, monsieur. No.
And yet, here you are,
six months from the incident you claim is true,
and you are six months pregnant.
Perhaps you have another lover
and accuse Le Gris to hide this.
As I have said, I am loyal to my husband.
Do you enjoy having intercourse with your husband?
Yes, of course.
It is not a matter of course.
You are fully aware that you cannot conceive a child
unless you experience pleasure
- at the end. - Yes.
Yes.
And do you experience pleasure at the end?
Yes. I do.
A rape cannot cause a pregnancy.
This is just science.
It permits the court to wonder
if after five years of marital relations,
your pregnancy is
a coincidence.
Let us say we believe you are telling the truth
and such an act did, in fact, take place,
perhaps you enjoyed it
more than you're willing to admit.
Please, explain to me how one is to enjoy rape.
Did you experience pleasure?
Simply answer the question.
I experienced no pleasure!
Are there any more questions?
If your husband were to lose the duel, it would demonstrate God's judgment
and reveal you for having borne false witness.
I understand.
I'm certain your husband told you,
the penalty for bearing false witness against a man by a woman,
in the case of rape,
is that you are to be stripped and shorn,
fitted by the neck with an iron collar,
lashed to a wooden post,
and summarily burned alive.
Lady Marguerite...
it is quite common
for the accused to burn for 20 to 30 minutes
before they are dead.
I am telling the truth.
We will proceed with the duel.
You think Le Gris handsome, do you?
You have disgraced me
before my king and all of France.
You knew what would happen to me should you lose this duel.
You knew and you didn't tell me.
God will not punish those who tell the truth.
My fate and our child's fate will be written,
not by God's will,
but by which old man will tire first.
How dare you speak to me this way.
What have I to lose?
I begged you to find another way, and now I may be burned alive.
- I am risking my life for you. - Hmm.
You are risking my life
so you can fight your enemy and save your pride.
And that could render our child an orphan.
Or did you not think of that?
You are a hypocrite.
You are blinded by your vanity.
All the preparations are made.
I'm ready.
I should like to stay a while longer.
Faith, Marguerite.
I finally gave birth to a son who I love more than I could have ever imagined...
and I may not live to see him grow.
This was my life.
Had I had known the truth would deprive me of this love,
I believe I would have done what many women before me had done.
Nothing.
- What you did was right. - Mm.
Not if I die.
I am not like you, Jean.
A child needs his mother
more than a mother needs to be right.
Knights, proceed.
Lady,
upon your evidence,
I hazard my life in combat with Jacques Le Gris.
You know my cause is just and true.
I say before all of you,
I spoke the truth.
Let it be in God's hands.
There'll be rough justice this day by the grace of God.
Let us pray this ends like the duel at Flanders.
With Le Gris in a wrestling match, removing Carrouges' testicles by hand.
Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!
Quickly! Give it to me!
Lance, lance! Hurry!
Whoa. Whoa!
Out of the way!
Lance! Lance!
Axe, axe!
Carrouges may yet bleed out.
Pray God.
Kill him! Kill him!
- Kill him! - Kill him! Kill him!
Confess!
Confess to me.
Carrouges, there was no rape.
There was no rape.
There was no rape!
In the name of God
and on the peril of damnation of my soul,
I am innocent of the crime!
Then you be damned.
Yes.
God be with you, milady.
No... Rise. You rise.
I grace you with honor, knight.
God has spoken,
proving your cause to be truthful and just.
You have fought with strength and humility.
May God be with you and your wife.
Your wife.
Long live Carrouges!
Carrouges!
The glory of Carrouges!
Carrouges!
Look at that!
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