The Flame and the Arrow Page #3

Work for the day

when we can right all the wrongs.

When all of Lombardy

will be free again.

Senor Apothecary...

...I can't speak for the others...

...but I have no noble purpose.

I'm not out to right anyone's wrongs

but my own.

My boy won't sit waiting at the castle

until all of Lombardy is free.

I'm afraid you'll have to carry that arm

in a sling for a week or so.

If you'd called me sooner, Dardo,

all of this wouldn't have been necessary.

There's some things even a man like you

can't handle alone.

Looks like I'm not alone.

Like it or not.

It wasn't our fault, milady.

We were surrounded.

You mustn't ride into the woods.

Dardo's gang is out.

It's not safe in there.

There must be a score or more.

Dardo?

-Thank you.

-Thank you. If we can--

Oh, thank you, milady.

Well, now,

what have we here, Piccolo?

Is it a lady or a lad?

What do you think?

Either way, it's a puny lad

or a poor lady.

But a handsome horse,

don't you think?

Maybe we should take the horse

and leave the lady-lad to walk home.

Let go of my bridle, please.

Not so fast. You're in my part

of the forest, milady.

-We warned you.

-Maybe you could explain it to me.

It's a little difficult for a stranger.

Just which part of the forest

does he consider his?

As my good friend Piccolo says,

the sure sign is the birds.

They sing in my part of the forest.

No hawks.

You know,

you remind me a little of my uncle.

Are you the only one allowed to talk

in your part of the forest?

My friend Piccolo's quite a fellow.

He's got ears that can hear

ahead of the rest of us...

...like lightning before thunder.

See things you and I can't.

Track a deer by the smell,

pick out a poison mushroom by touch.

And he talks in a way--

But I don't think you'd understand,

milady Anne of Hesse.

You see, he was born without a voice.

If you'll turn around and go home

like a nice boy, I'll forgive you.

But the next time, I'll spank you.

And you might give Rudi a message

for me. Tell him I'll be seeing him soon.

I have no particular bond

with my countrymen...

...but you make it

so expensive for me.

Anne.

The Marchese di Granezia.

Milady.

This is indeed an unexpected pleasure.

You give me hope.

I had begun to despair

of our barren valley.

At last, a flower of the court

in our mountains.

A rose among our brambles.

You're unexpected yourself, marchese.

I had begun to think

there was nothing here but rock...

...and arrogant peasants.

These mountains breed arrogance,

even among the nobility.

-And now, if you'll excuse me--

-Don't go, milady.

I need your moral support.

I'm afraid your uncle

is annoyed with me.

I wish you to stay, Anne.

He seems to think I should pay my taxes

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