Angelique et le roy Page #3

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just a little for me,

you would help me to continue

your husband's work.

In that case, I shall go.

A pity! He has already left.

When Desgrez leaves quickly,

he never goes very far.

Here he is.

You have changed your mind, Madame?

No. But I shall go all the same.

Chief Executioner, His Excellency asks...

He would like to know the procedure

for making the suffering last.

- It's over, I hope.

- Yes, yes.

Madame, His Excellency wishes you

to watch the spectacle at his side.

The spectacle?

It is one, alas.

Spectaculum means

"that which draws the attention."

Spectaculum!

Please.

As yet, His Excellency has only been

sent women unworthy of his rank.

Filthy, repulsive creatures.

He asks whether you are a gift.

His Excellency is... What's the word?

He's mortified, that's it,

at having missed the end of the torture.

How can he now recommend it

to the Shah?

He wishes to see it again.

- The torture?

- Yes.

I have no other prisoner.

- What did he say?

- To take one of his guards.

He's mad!

That word doesn't exist in Persian.

Translate it!

His Excellency orders you

to his residence for a light meal.

- He orders me?

- I'm only the translator!

Tell him that I submit.

Please take a seat, Madame.

So Your Excellency speaks French?

I do.

I hope you had fun.

I rarely have fun, Madame.

Was it those filthy trollops

who taught you such elegant French?

No.

It was a Jesuit priest

who was my tutor for nearly ten years.

Dead now, alas.

Did you try out a torture on him?

No, I pushed him into the lion's den.

They didn't leave a scrap.

He had thrashed me for a Latin text.

He thought my translation was too free.

I hate receiving blows

which I am unable to return.

As does everyone.

Not women.

You believe that?

I hope so, for their sake.

You are odious!

No man could speak to me thus and live.

I am a woman.

In my country, women are silent,

and hide their faces.

In France, they powder their noses

and men listen to them.

I hoped to find a civilization here.

You're nothing but barbarians!

Who are you? An ambassador?

No.

- A gift from the King?

- No.

Well, then?

I am the Marquise of Plessis-Belliere,

someone particularly interested in naphtha.

Don't tell me you are also versed

in the sciences?

And why not?

I begin to see why Monsieur Colbert

says the French are ungovernable.

Yet I shall show you the naphtha.

His Excellency Bachtiary Bey,

knowing that I negotiated

the Treaty of the Pyrenees

and therefore the King's marriage,

said to me, "My dear fellow..."

Monsieur Desgrez tells me that,

despite the orders you were given,

you left Madame of Plessis

alone with the Bey!

Yet all the blonde harlots

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