The Princess of Montpensier Page #4

this morning and just now.

I'm exhausted.

Your illness runs out

with the blood.

I find you better.

We return to Paris tomorrow.

You'll sleep on the way.

The young people

will gladly be rid of us.

The Guises were vile.

The Guises are always vile.

She keeps complaining.

Gently!

Don't touch me.

It hurts!

Help me!

- Be brave, dear.

- I'm going to die!

The King asks for us.

I must leave you.

Leave us.

On the battlefield, spare yourself.

Think of those two who value

your life more than their own.

I won't forget.

Madame, let me bid you farewell.

Come back quickly.

The campaign will be brief.

Just long enough

to pluck some glory.

Farewell.

I'd follow you. But you know

the disgrace that bars me.

I'll plead your case.

You serve me better serving my wife.

Use this time to instruct her.

She knows neither art nor poetry.

I want her equal to her rank

at Court.

Farewell.

You heard, sir,

what arduous task awaits you.

I'm not afraid, Madame.

You have a fine mind for learning.

This defeat announced

to the Romans...

Not, to the Romans. To Rome.

It's a singular accusative.

Start again.

I know Latin.

Little.

And poorly.

Enough.

And well enough.

I want to write.

If I can write Latin,

I'll read better.

Writing gives you time to learn

and understand.

Writing takes time.

I have more than enough.

Very well... tomorrow.

Now.

Please.

I think it's Delphinus.

The dolphin constellation.

The Arabs call it the Camel.

And the Hebrews the Whale.

Do you believe

they influence our fate?

I have no certainty either way.

- But when you're at Court...

- Me?

You really believe it?

Don't forget Queen Catherine,

her son the King

and the Court believe

in the influence of the stars.

At least don't fight it.

Let them talk. Listen.

At Court, everyone imitates.

So imitate.

But what do you think?

Me?

I believe,

like many great minds who sought

to understand the heavenly,

and thus divine mechanics,

that the stars

give us a wonderful example

by which to govern society.

Bound to immutable paths

that obey the universal hierarchy

of the weak

kept in the orbit of the powerful,

they teach us...

Resignation?

Not resignation.

Simple obedience to the laws

of equilibrium and modesty

without which terrible collisions

would occur,

causing terrible calamities.

Terrible calamities...

Weren't we to work on triangles?

Didn't we say later?

I promised the women in the kitchen

a remedy for chilblains.

I know where the herb grows.

I was going...

To go out?

I'll come along.

Apium graveolens

grows in muddy soil.

You also know cures?

You're a very useful person,

Mr. De Chabannes.

A few remedies.

At home in Quercy,

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