Angelique et le roy Page #2

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the price of my acceptance.

Madame!

You are quite impossible.

But, whatever you do, never change.

Men!

Sire, forgive me for intruding,

but I thought Your Majesty should know

that Madame

the Marquise of Montespan is awake.

- Very awake?

- Prodigiously so, Sire.

Bontemps, you are able

to express so much in a single word!

Wait for me here.

It can't be!

Who are you?

- And who are you?

- This is my home.

Who are you?

My name is Savary. I'm an apothecary.

- How did you get in?

- Secretly.

After the bailiffs took the Count of Peyrac's

furniture and treasures,

I tidied the place up as best I could,

and moved in.

Why?

I was the humble disciple

of the greatest philosopher ever.

The Count knew about everything, Madame.

- Come.

- The Count knew about everything.

He knew about metals buried

under mountains, Oriental perfumes,

Venetian poisons and medicines unknown

to the Sorbonne.

He was close to the great secret,

the chemical process by means of which

man could control a force

capable of overturning the world!

Such a man could not have died

at the stake.

Alas! From the day he was arrested,

I never again saw the Count of Peyrac.

And that?

I lit it, for my work.

Come.

And this?

Whose shirt is this, all stained with blood?

It was your husband's, Madame.

I bought it off the executioner

immediately afterwards.

Tell me he isn't dead! Tell me he's alive!

Madame, you must not entertain

unreasonable hopes.

I was right there.

I saw the flames lick his legs,

reach his chest,

blacken his head and totally consume him.

It's you.

Your disappointment

is hard to bear, Madame.

Here already, then?

How did you know to find me here?

I know everything.

This can be very tiresome, mind you,

because one then understands

that one knows nothing!

Isn't that true, Monsieur Savary?

You know him?

Yes. Alchemy and the authorities

have never gone together well.

What are you doing here?

He is my host!

In that case...

It will soon be dawn.

At 8:
00 this morning,

His Excellency Bachtiary Bey

will be attending an execution in Suresnes.

It would be an opportune moment

to make his acquaintance.

I shall not go.

- But I thought...

- You thought wrong!

I shall leave you, then.

Thank you.

Monsieur Apothecary, known criminal.

Madame of Peyrac and Plessis-Belliere.

He said Bachtiary Bey!

- Bachtiary Bey!

- So?

When I was in the East I heard about him.

He is ambassador and general-in-chief

of the Atlantic.

He never travels

without his amphora of naphtha.

Naphtha?

It's a liquid material

with infernal and magical properties.

Made in Persia?

It is not made. It springs unbidden

from the bowels of the earth.

Madame, if you could procure

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