The Flame and the Arrow Page #6

-Call me Lui.

You may just call me marchese.

-And his troubadour.

-I'm delighted to meet you.

-You have a name?

-Just call me Apollo.

Apollo, meet Hercules.

Make yourselves comfortable

and settle down.

Someone's sprung the tinker's trap.

It worked.

Papa Pietro.

Let's try that again.

-What's the news, Papa Pietro?

-That's a tricky trap you rigged.

-What about the boy?

-Oh, is my wife mad.

She's mad at the pigeons, at the boy,

at the duke, at the taxes, mad at me.

But you?

Oh, she'll never speak to you again.

What's the news about the boy?

I found out

about the people working at the castle.

First, there's Tonio.

You remember, ate the live toad?

-He works in the kitchen.

-Kitchen's no good for us.

Well, then there's Beatrice,

the one with the hairy mole.

Of course, there's Angela.

The redheaded Angela?

She works as maid

to the Hawk's niece.

Angela, the redhead, eh?

-Angela.

-The reason I told Papa I'd do this...

...was to have a chance to tell you

what I think of you.

-You get more beautiful.

-You think you're worth it?

-Where's the boy?

-In the great hall.

Weeks on end I don't see you,

but when you need me...

...here you are asking me

to risk my neck for you.

-Do you think you're worth it?

-It's a fine neck.

Well, maybe you are.

Smiling, smiling, always smiling.

Lift your feet, you little monster.

One and two, we're nearly through.

And now you bow, you little beast.

I congratulate you, Francesca.

You've made a fine courtier

out of him.

It's hard to believe

he's really Dardo's son.

As to that, you'll have to consult

Francesca, I'm afraid.

Now, Ulrich.

If I had an arrow,

I'd show you whether I was Dardo's son.

-Rudi.

-Dardo.

If anyone moves, I'll put this apple

in your mouth for the fancy pig you are.

This is quite foolish.

None of you will leave the castle alive.

I don't like to interfere

with mother love...

...but I'm taking the boy

where he belongs.

No, Dardo. You mustn't be selfish.

The boy's better off here.

Growing up a Hessian?

Do you want him to grow up like you?

Poor, dirty, a peasant to be spat on?

What can you give him?

What did you ever give me?

The boy is the only thing

you ever gave me...

...and I won't let you take that.

Piccolo.

No. No.

Take the boy.

Piccolo, the chandelier.

Meet you at the rope.

We must stay together, milady.

May I offer you my protection?

Allow me to escort you

to your chamber.

These corridors are very dark.

Most terrifying, milady.

I feel as if we were walking

through the heart of a deep forest.

Judging by the boy,

I'm sure no one is safe alone...

...while that mountain beast

is in the castle.

Who's there?

-What is it?

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