Anteprima dei sottotitoli in English
Le prime 200 righe.
Father!
Certain chronicles are like trees.
You must trace the root.
to follow the sickly twistings of the branch,
the rush of blood in the leaves,
the poison in the sap.
Francois de Cortemare was only ten
when his father left for war.
Take me to war with you.
Guard this for me.
Return to the castle.
First defend your mother.
She is so comely and men so brutal.
Mother!
Mother!
Dispose of the body, Madam.
My father is not avenged for you never betrayed him.
This is how I imagine my father.
Atop the highest tower.
For 20 leagues
one heard only of this mad, noble boy.
That's how I see him
that winter, frail yet unyielding against the wind,
Tears heavy in his chest,
watching by day, 3 months long,
sleeping exhausted beneath an icy sky.
Neither wind nor rain
nor his mother's laments
nor the Abbot's behests could bend his will.
That's how I imagine my father.
So small, so wounded,
so terribly alone.
Francois de Cortemare!
Francois de Cortemare!
Come down, I pray you!
Come down!
The Lord of Cortemare is dead!
Come down! Your father is dead!
My Lord God, I hate you!
And he stayed up there 3 months long,
his gaze fixed on the horizon.
He was no bigger than you, Jehan.
Now I too await my father...
not as fervently...
...some days I am forgetful.
let go home, Jehan.
Maitre Blanche and Bertrand Lemartin are greedier than the English!
You dress as for a lover.
Jehan!
Your magpie sings little of late.
She must sense your father's return.
A crone like you would have let the whole castle go!
Hurry!
Our road is long.
That chest's not empty.
What misfortune!
Take care with the tapestry!
Not that!
Leave them that, Maitre Blanche.
What's your name?
Marguerite!
I've killed six lice.
How nice!
Maitre Blanche!
I gave no word about the tapestry!
But Madam, we have agreed on it!
I said I world give it thought.
I hadn't agreed.
Nor had I looked twice at your fields.
Most lie fallow,
abandoned by your serfs,
and you've let them run to seed.
The land you sell is untillable.
Has your father been gone long?
Nearly 4 years.
And if I refuse?
Then do not except the agreed sum.
Don't give in!
He'll always ask for more!
Very well.
But in exchange,
I shall examine your gold.
How's that?
You doubt our fields, I doubt your money.
Get down, Jehan.
Get down!
Pile them 20 coins high!
Or higher if you can!
I'll be back to count them!
A drink! I've great thirst!
There's no meat on them.
Our land didn't suffice?
Nor your pretty face?
It's unwise to strip the walls.
Stone shivers and seeks revenge.
Witch!
Like father, like daughter!
Grant that my brother Arnaud...
comes home to me.
It's a tiny castle!
It's a tiny castle!
Sir Lemartin's handiwork.
Money is ephemeral,
unlike noble blood.
Butterflies too are ephemeral...
That's no reason to crush their wings.
The light wanes.
Will you now sign the deed of sale?
Light the torches,
the room is too dark.
But they are lit, Madam.
Not all...
Shall I read it aloud?
No.
It's not necessary.
Stand by the window, Maitre Blanche.
Let me guide you.
I too could not write.
Will the English honor their word?
They always free their prisoners.
Your father and brother will return.
Be sure of it.
For thee, my love, one day...
I'll build a castle of gold...
And I will love you always...
Always.
Let me cut it!
you're no longer a man!
Milord Saint Augustine was fond of peacock.
Really?
Damned bells!
Look!
A jackdaw!
Thomas made the glue too thick.
He's pretty!
At your age, my brother Arnaud
climbed trees like a squirrel.
He taught me everything I know.
The kingdom never bore a handsomer child.
My father too was handsome,
and the most valiant of them all.
Grandmother hates him for his red hair.
Look!
He's company for my magpie.
Meanwhile, we had a visit,
but since you were playing in the woods like a boy,
and not here sewing as befits a lady,
I know not if you should hear the news.
A visit? News?
I beg you, Grandmother, speak!
Do you deserve it?
Your father and Arnaud are coming home.
My father, Arnaud, coming home?
When? Tonight?
A night of the full moon.
That's your cursed father's message.
A night of the full moon!
Catch it!
At the full moon! He's mad!
Catch it!
It's a woodpecker.
Wench or boy?
Have pity, Milord.
Wench or boy?
A wench, Milord.
Luck's with you. Get up.
Come here.
- Father! - What?
Come here.
Hurry!
Mount my son's horse.
Obey and no harm will befall you.
Richard!
There are no men of honor but they'll not harm my property.
Don't we bury it?
A wench has no soul.
Let's go!
Nothing is too soft for you, dear Arnaud.
Come home tonight, Father.
My young heart tires of waiting.
I hope it's for tonight.
Do we get to eat anyway? No?
You'll find out!
Marguerite, the piss!
Are they bringing the calves?
Yes.
If it's not this month, he'll be served hedgehog.
My pleasure! Raw, with all the quills!
May he choke on it!
Can't you hate in silence?
Supper will be late.
They'll soon ring Vespers.
They swiped your willy while you slept.
Who?
The Abbot.
Where'd he put it?
Ate it, because supper's late.
But it's still there!
Mistress! Follow me, hurry!
Hurry!
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