The Scarlet Empress Page #2

I'd be grateful if you

were not to turn her head.

She's been brought up

carefully, is unspoilt,

and I've taught her

not to flirt.

You're going on a far journey,

and I may never see you again.

Remember what I've taught you.

Always to be honest and truthful;

to be a faithful wife and a loyal

subject of your new country.

Be kind to those who

are in your service...

and obedient to your

husband and superiors,

and strive at all times

to be worthy of your glorious destiny.

Another day like this,

and I'll fall apart.

When I return, I'll complain to the king

about the state of his roads.

The roads are bad, aren't they?

When we reach the border, there will

be snow and we shall change to sleds.

Your rooms are ready, Your Royal

Highness. Can I show them to you?

Yes, you may.

I'm prepared for the worst.

Is the journey proving

too much for you too?

Oh, no.

It could go on forever...

if Mother didn't mind.

Be careful with that knife.

You'll cut your beautiful hand.

Your hand is beautiful,

isn't it?

- Why did you do that?

- Because I've fallen in love with you.

Now you may punish me

for my effrontery.

I deserve punishment

far more than you do.

We must never do this again.

It's disloyal to my future husband.

Disloyal? It's treason,

and I must be careful in the future,

but you must help me by not exciting me

with your beautiful eyes.

I told you not to look at me.

What are you two doing?

Don't answer me. I don't want to know.

Sophia,you ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

You will instantly

follow me to our rooms.

Incidentally, our rooms are beneath

all contempt, Your Excellency.

The stables are probably better

than the quarters assigned to us.

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

If you prefer the stables,

I can arrange to have the horses

quartered in your bedroom.

Barbarian!

You're going to sleep

in my room tonight.

It is cold. At least you have something

to warm you when you get to Moscow;

That is, if your husband

isn't completely made of ice.

A basket of fruit

with Her Majesty's compliments,

and these flowers

from the grand duke,

who instructed me to ride day and night

for a week to be here in time.

Welcome home, Your Excellency.

We've missed you.

So, this is Little Sophie,

Sophia Frederica.

Hardly a name for a future empress.

- You don't like your name, do you?

- I do, Your Majesty.

You will be called Catherine Alexina,

a good Russian name.

We've arranged a special ceremony

to receive you into our church.

- Haven't we, Simeon?

- Yes, little mother, we've arranged a ceremony.

Come here.

So, this is the mother.

You've raised a pretty child.

Your Majesty, I've come to lay at your

feet feelings of the deepest gratitude...

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