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lf you can cure her, l will offer you

a place here as a court physician.

And if l fail ?

You must not fail.

Her name is Lou Lou.

''Lou Lou,'' Your Majesty ?

Your own name, by the way,

has a very pleasing cadence.

Thank you, Sire.

Merivel.

Very pretty to the ear.

Lou Lou ?

Oh, my darling is not well.

Come, Merivel.

Call for any medicines,

anything you deem suitable.

You will stay until the

little creature recovers.

Of course.

Do not disappoint me,

Merivel.

l shall not, Sire.

[ Howling ]

There was a time

she would've answered me.

[ Wheezing ]

What have they done to you ?

[ Merivel's Voice ]

My dear Pearce,

by the time you read this letter

my fate will be sealed.

This morning, my future

never glowed so bright,

and now it is sputtering out

in the life of a sick spaniel.

lf l save her, my life

will be changed utterly.

lf she dies,

l may as well go with her.

l think of our great teacher,

William Harvey.

Though l was often drunk at his

lectures, l remember his cry:

[ Speaking Latin ]

''Trust in the power of nature.''

ls that the best hope now,

for Lou Lou and me ?

To let her sleep and give nature

a chance to work quietly within her ?

But what if l'm wrong ?

How will l explain this

prescription to His Majesty ?

[ Bell Ringing ]

[ Dog Whimpering ]

[ Whimpers ]

This is well done.

l like you, Merivel.

Yours is a curious

and original mind.

And in this new age,

originality is of great value.

We shall open our palace

to you, Merivel--

its treasures

and temptations--

and we shall see

what you make of yourself.

Thank you, Sire.

You have been given an extraordinary

opportunity for one of your rank.

Haven't l ?

l have--

- You must at every moment

please the King.

- That would mean--

- lf you do not, suffice it to say,

l shall be watching.

- Good.

Now it is my task to lay out for you

your life in this place.

This shall be your lodging.

The royal tailors will be

continually at your disposal.

And these shall be

your playfellows.

[ Giggling ]

This paper sets forth

the following duties for one

Robert Merivel, physician:

the daily care and comfort

of the 18 royal dogs...

with, as required, the right

to perform operations upon them.

lt's ten years wasted. l'm warning you,

your life will be undone.

No, not wasted, Pearce, for those years

have brought me to this new life.

l'm to the palace,

and that's an end of it.

My dear, we must be

pleased for each other.

You must be pleased

for my appointment...

as l am pleased that you have,

uh, given up drinking sack.

And found my peace

in Quakerism.

Even so, Pearce.

Even so.

[ Merivel Narrating ]

My dear Pearce,

a year has passed

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