N (Io e Napoleone) Page #4

faced with blinding fear."

I'll sleep here.

Does anyone mind if I sleep here?

I'll sleep here.

It's nice.

"Hear ye, hear ye, on this day...

the Great Knight

Maire Egisto Lonzi Tognarini...

summons Master Martino Papucci...

to present himself expeditiously

to confer with the aforementioned...

at the Town Hall of Portoferraio."

Are you Master Papucci?

Cosimo Bartolini, are you deranged?

Who do you think I am?

I was appointed herald,

I'm just following the rules.

- The Mayor awaits you.

- The Mayor?

Is it true your brother set sail

because you wouldn't go?

- Mind your own business.

- I asked your sister.

Now that Ferrante's at sea

and you've been kicked out...

Diamantina is alone,

so can I court her?

I've always been fond of her.

Be the personal librarian

and secretary of Napoleon?

His Majesty seeks

a man of letters...

he can dictate his reflections to.

The Mayor suggested my brother?

The pay is rather lavish...

there's also the privilege of being

in His Majesty's presence daily.

You don't know Martino,

he'd rather...

- Found him, may we see the Mayor?

- Martino?

- Here he is.

- Come along.

- Please.

- Monsieur le Maire, Master Papucci.

Come on in, please.

Sir Mayor, I'll wait right here.

Dearest Diamantina, see?

- My goodness.

- The Mayor and I are friends.

Who would've guessed?

It's the right moment...

we're a state with an Emperor

as king, we're set.

Hence, time to start a family...

What are you saying?

If I weren't me and they asked me...

"What do you think of Diamantina

and Cosimo together?"

I'd say:
"Great match!

Great match!"

For what?

At the St. Anna feast, we danced...

and I stepped on your gown,

you said, I remember it well...

"Damn you, may you die!"

- So?

- You weren't indifferent toward me.

Very, very...

yes, very good.

Let's go give the good news

to Monsieur Drouot.

- General?

- Yes.

Master Papucci accepts

with great honor.

Really? Well, welcome on board.

I thank you,

for this fortuitous occasion.

As you see,

Elba has more than miners...

fishermen and farmers.

You'll begin tomorrow, you may go.

- General?

- Goodbye.

- Martino, wait.

- Excuse me.

Now, let's take care of...

Wait!

- You said yes?

- So what?

- Aren't you coming home?

- I was thrown out.

Martino...

Woe is me...

I remember when we were tots...

you threw a rock at my nose,

I still have the bump.

It was then I realized

we were made for each other.

Good, don't respond hastily...

important decisions

must be pondered long and hard.

What a woman!

Maestro Fontanelli?

Argus, where is your master?

He translates Shakespeare!

Well...

Maestro?

- Maestro, how are you?

- It's been so long!

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