
The Black Rose
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(5.00 / 1 vote)Medieval England...
A troubled land in those days.
Her great feudal fortress castles,
born in that uneasy time...
stand now as stately
monuments...
to how unyielding were the enmities
More than two centuries
have passed...
since the Norman conquests have
brought the last infusion...
of what was one day
to be English blood.
Yet, the bitterness between the Norman
conqueror and the Saxon conquered...
lay still unhealed.
It had separated the neighboring
great houses of Bulaire and Gurnie...
by far more than the scant
few miles that lay between them...
in those days that began
with the death of Rauf...
Earl of Lessford and
Lord of the House of Bulaire.
You there.
What's your business?
- I was sent for by the earl's man of law.
- And what might your name be?
They call me
Walter of Gurnie.
I should have known
you're his son by the look of you.
You had a good man to father you,
I'll say that. You'd best come this way.
Saxons of any breeding won't find much
welcome here now that he's dead.
- What do you want here?
- He wants to see Simeon Bautrie, the earl's man of law.
Oh, so you're the lad
from Oxford.
- I'll take you to him.
- Thank you.
- Walter, my lad.
- Simeon, I'm glad to see you.
You've grown.
Thickened out anyway.
Did you find
your grandfather well?
Well, I- I didn't stop at home.
I came straight here.
I thought-Well, I was afraid
that he'd forbid my coming.
My grandfather never
stopped hating him.
You'll not have eaten then.
Sit down, lad.
I keep bite and sup handy.
Fall to, lad.
Tell me, young scholar...
what have they taught you
in this Oxford of yours?
Oh, numbers.
Ma- Many things.
- I can read as well as you, Simeon Bautrie.
- And write too?
Yes, I know a little Latin
and some Greek too.
And French too, perhaps?
No, I'll not learn
that Norman tongue.
Let them learn ours.
Two hundred years since they came here...
clatters with that foreign-
Easy, lad, easy.
You forget this is a Norman house now.
Do you want to
get us hanged?
Simeon, tell me,
why did you send for me?
Reason enough.
- You're in the will.
- By name?
I mean, he acknowledges me
as his son?
Yes, he says you're his son.
I knew he would.
But don't count on
too much from it, lad.
Tell me.
You knew my father well.
He loved my mother,
didn't he...
more than he loved
that Norman... woman he married.
He loved me too.
I know he did.
I remember once
when I was little...
I admired a pair of boots
he was wearing.
They were black
with gold leopards.
He said that he'd
get me a pair like them.
He never did, of course,
but I knew that he wanted to.
If he could have done
what he wanted, he-
he would have made
things different, wouldn't he?
Your father, Walter,
bore a stout lance in battle...
and he was gentle enough
of heart, there's truth in that.
Yes, I think he loved
your mother best...
and that you were
the son he wanted.
But it may be too that he's done you more harm
than good by mentioning you in the will.
There's no love here for Saxons
of any breeding now.
They gave their allegiance
to your father...
and well that Norman wife
of his knows it.
She's already thrown a score of them
into her dungeons...
hostages against trouble.
So I'll not have you come charging into
this business with all your emotion.
You can be present at
the reading of the will...
but only if you'll stand
well back in the hall.
If my lady sees you,
she'll do you harm if she can.
Oui.
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