The Lovers Page #4

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My husband thinks he's a lion.

But like most cats

if I stroke him in the right way...

he just rolls over.

He won't save you. Not for long.

- Your Majesty, this is a great honor.

- Yes.

Your Majesty...

Her Majesty, my wife,

wants ex-queen Jamnabai dead.

You know what women are like.

And I do see some merit in the idea.

His Majesty,

my king...

wishes her alive.

She's with a child.

A rival heir to my throne is a cause

for my enemies to fight for.

With our king's support,

you outnumber your enemies.

If Queen Jamnabai dies,

you forfeit that support.

That is a matter for...

With respect,

it is our king's strict stipulation.

I'm to escort the queen

to Bombay forthwith.

- Take her.

- Your Majesty.

I...

The palace gates will be left unlocked.

You must leave within 3 hours.

Good luck.

- Highness.

- Did you hear?

Bombay's far away.

We have a chance of getting rescued

before we reach there.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Highness.

I have a plan.

If you will permit me to explain.

This is damnable, sire.

Did you advise the governor

of this change of course?

I did not, colonel.

The change of ruler here is in

the company's best interest, captain.

Sh*t, sir, it took 3 years of planning.

I'm England's servant, colonel,

not the company's.

As are you in the final analysis...

unless I'm mistaken.

Well, captain...

I charge you with the safety

of my daughter and of her governess.

If anything should befall them,

I shall come for you.

Hindu Stewart... I shall come for you.

Don't push! You'll get seen...

I can't see why we

can't just take the carriage.

Because your father

needs a carriage here.

- But this is a box.

- This is not a box.

This is a royal carriage.

Queens travel in this.

Highness.

I'm sorry. We must hurry.

Thank you.

Sir, this thing's worse

than an oyster's fart. They knows it.

Runnin' around this scurvy place

with a gaggle of females.

We have our orders, Joost. Under duty.

Aye. But duty never made a rotten order

sweet did it, Captain Stewart?

Let's move out, Joost.

Company form up. Make ready to move.

We've been traveling

all night and half a day.

I'm seasick.

We're not even on the sea.

Why couldn't we have stayed in Pahadpur?

Your father told us twenty times

we'd been made hostages.

I'd rather be a hostage

than throw up in this thing.

Oh, golly.

No, I really feel sick.

I need some brandy.

Yes, but we don't have any brandy.

Yes, we do.

I liberated it from pop's bag

before we left.

It's bad for his gout, anyway.

- Captain.

- Is all well, Highness?

Sorry about the pace of our travel.

- You look worried, captain.

- No, Highness.

Really? I saw some men

in the hills. Following us.

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