Oh, it's so good to see you here today.
Listen to my words.
You are God's lost sheep.
You live in sin, but it's not your fault.
They told you that God was merciful,
so you stopped fearing him.
They gave you God's forgiveness, but who are they to forgive in his stead?
God's forgiveness is not given freely.
It must be earned.
I, too, listened to all the lies of the priests of Ségur.
But our guide, Brother Penance, opened my eyes.
So much wrong,
but where is our repentance?
Penance!
All of us have to pay penance!
Penance!
Penance now!
Give penance!
Penance now!
Let's go.
You three, come back! You don't have my permission to leave!
After them!
Catch them!
Perla, run!
-Run. -Come on, this way!
-Get her! -This way!
-She ran that way! -There she is!
Where is she? I can't see her!
So will you tell me why God's word doesn't interest you, monk?
You and your Brother Penance have no interest in the word of God.
Shut up, usurper!
You're as fat as a sow, while we all starve to death.
Where is your sacrifice?
How have you suffered?
And where is your penance?
Suffering won't save us from this drought.
You're the only person here who believes in your lies.
And she is?
Travelling with your whore, I see?
Just the daughter of the Consul of Lamartine
and the betrothed of your prince.
I suggest you let us leave this place.
Unless you and your cripples prefer to end up crushed
by my father's and my husband's armies.
Would you like that?
What luck!
We have the honour of a visit…
…from our future princess.
God spoils us!
But pray tell me, Princess,
do you submit to God?
Or perhaps you think you're greater than him?
You're the one trying to play God.
Now give to God!
Here, that's all I have.
I demand proof of submission and you dare try to corrupt me?
What should our princess offer to God?
Penance!
Penance now!
Penance!
-Penance! -Penance!
You stay here!
Her titles and her wealth have entitled her to have it all.
But… she has forgotten God.
It's to God she owes it all!
God gave her beauty.
And she has done nothing to deserve it.
The time has come now…
…to give it all back to God!
God is love and you are hatred.
And what else will she give to God?
One of her eyes?
Or her nose?
I don't know if you've fully understood the meaning of the word submission.
I'll have to teach you.
By the time I've finished with you,
I can assure you that no prince will be interested in you.
Go on! Go and finish this old man.
And I'm going to deal with the princess!
Stay here!
Horace!
Come on!
Here, take them. Take them!
Throw the knucklebones.
You must do penance.
One black is a body part,
but you have the right to choose which one we cut off.
Two blacks is two of them.
You still get to choose which ones.
Three blacks… It's my choice.
Four blacks, there's no choice.
It's the head.
But no black, four whites, then it's your lucky day.
God doesn't want anything from you.
Go on, play.
Go on, now.
Play!
Go!
Play!
Four blacks!
You got four blacks.
Four blacks… that is the head.
All blacks is rare.
Yes, it's very rare.
Comfortable?
-So what's our plan, huh? -There's no time.
Cover me.
No, no, no! Wait! Let me play, let me play!
Let me play as well. For I have sinned. Let me play.
Oh, I've sinned. I've sinned a lot.
I wanna pay penance. I wanna take part. I wanna throw the knucklebones.
I've greatly sinned, much more than him.
-I should go before him. -In what way?
Well, I've… uh, uh… lots of stuff.
Lust and… and pride, gluttony, crime… Pff!
All of it. All of it. All of it. Please.
Oh, please. Let me.
Let me do it, please. Let me throw the knucklebones.
Please, please let me throw them!
-Yeah, but wait your turn. -Now, now! Please make it now.
-Happy to help, sir. -Thank you, master.
-Come on, get up. -Thank you, master. Thank you, sir.
Thank you, master.
That's it.
-It's your lucky day. -Four whites? You're fucking joking!
Come on, next. Come on.
No, no, no. Hang on. Just wait there.
Let me have one more chance. Just one, hey? Just one.
Alright, one last try, then it's over. Go on.
No! No!
No!
Thank you, master.
I won't think, I'll just throw it.
Yes!
Two blacks! Two body parts! Yes!
-Which? -Oh, now let's see.
'Cause… Well, they're all good, so… Would it be greedy to chop it all off?
Hmm? Uh…
-What would you do? Tell me. -Me?
Would you choose the thing you like the most or the least?
-I didn't have any option. -Ah, yeah. The nose.
It's a good one.
Uh… Hang on now.
Get on with it!
Don't… don't pressure me now.
Hey. I know.
This one.
Or this one here? Hey?
No, no, not the children. No. No. Wait, wait.
Just listen to me. Listen to me.
Where's Perla?
She managed to escape. She must be hiding somewhere.
Perla.
Wh…
Some of the villagers are going to Lamartine.
I think you should go with.
I'm no longer your hostage?
No.
Thank you.
Lord, we beseech you.
You are the life and the resurrection.
Let those who are departed rest in peace.
And deliver us from the madness of men.
In nomine sanctis.
Amen.
Here you go.
We found them on a penitent. This too.
Thank you.
Keep the rest.
-The villagers have given us a horse. -Hmm?
Here.
I got you some in the forest.
It's a piece of root.
I didn't abandon you again.
He held me up a bit.
Go on.
-We can leave. -No.
Let's spend the night. To rest up, gain strength, and leave tomorrow at dawn.
It's a four-day walk to Ségur. If you do as I tell you, we might get there alive.
I'll travel with you.
You can denounce my father with my help.
Your words will carry more weight with my testimony.
-You really want your father to be burned? -I just want justice.
He killed my fiancé and sold Perla to a witch.
These penitents rape and loot.
And he'll never stop it.
'Cause he exploits it.
He doesn't deserve to live.
Mm. That's very kind, but this journey isn't for you.
You could get wounded and slow us down.
I'd rather she came with us.
Either way, I don't need your permission.
There are 16 cases of witchcraft awaiting trial, Your Grace.
Hmm. Pardon them all.
Everything now is a pretext for pouring out hatred.
But… the Holy See has warned of the coming of evil.
We must take heed, Your Grace.
Don't be fooled by that, Barrin.
The Devil may take on many faces.
And he may already be within these walls.
Your Majesty.
The prince welcomes your arrival, Consul,
and rejoices in the union of our two cities.
Are those the territories conquered by these infamous penitents
who terrorise your lands?
Well, yes, they are.
With the dowry I brought,
you could pay for three companies of mercenaries.
That would resolve things.
And on behalf of the people of Ségur, you can be sure that we thank you,
my Lord Consul.
Today, I have brought you gold. Tomorrow, food, if you need it.
And the day after, my army, if needs be.
Mmm.
And do tell us the price of such generosity.
The price?
I don't know.
There'll be peace, prosperity, and perhaps… the joy of living?
You speak like a merchant,
so I too shall speak to you like a merchant.
Am I right to say you're here to buy something?
The prince would like to understand what he's selling to you.
Your Majesty, I expected a slightly warmer re…
Just answer, Consul.
Well, um… Lamartine is more than a generous city,
it's also pragmatic.
If we help you, we'd want to have access to your resources
and offer you trade deals that will benefit all of us.
Hmm.
Yes, the Lord Consul is in fact referring to the tin deposits
which are, sadly, completely unexploited in this region.
-And… -And what? Dig mines?
And make Ségur the new Babylon?
By importing your drunkards
and your pleasure houses with them all?
You'd rather have beggars outside your ramparts?
I much prefer to have workers, even if they do go to brothels.
What… what the Lord Consul means is…
Must I remind you that gold cannot be eaten, Consul?
And profit always goes in one direction.
From bottom to top, never down.
Do not have the gall to try to make us believe otherwise.
And you, my lords,
it is your hypocrisy… Yes, it is, and your cupidity
that continues to fuel the arguments of the penitents.
And makes them grow.
The pe… the pe…
pe… pe… penitents,
surv… on…
-O… -Thank you, Joséphine.
As circumstances force us to accept your gold,
this marriage will take place.
But we will not allow you to grab any of our territory,
nor the soul of our city.
If that doesn't suit you,
perhaps you should go back and take your gold with you.
I believe I have summarised the position of His Majesty, haven't I?
You have, yes.
Mmm.
That will be all, Consul.
Your Majesty.
There are penitents around here.
They're everywhere, Princess. I warned you.
We need an escort.
We could stop off at the Havreval fortress?
How close is it?
A one-day trek.
To the east.
I'm sure that they'll have horses.
So, perhaps we could spend the night and take a bath.
Wouldn't do you any harm.
And because they're nice they'll agree to it?
They will. The Count of Havreval is a vassal of Ségur.
Officially, I'm still the future princess of Ségur.
No. Why make a two-day detour for a few guards? Or a bath?
It's completely ridiculous.
I want to learn to fight.
Put it down.
Right foot forward.
Hold your guard lower.
And thrust.
You teach me then?
We'll see.
Come on, let's go now.
-Havreval? -Forget it.
You gave me your word.
You said the child was completely malleable.
And he is.
All of the nobility's on board.
I simply underestimated how much influence the archbishop has gained
since the prince's father died.
Don't ask me why,
he thinks you're like some plague.
I'll speak to the prince.
One to one.
No, that's impossible. The archbishop won't allow it.
My Lord Chancellor,
I will have you killed one day.
Hmm?
You may leave now.
Start again.
-It's good she learns to defend herself. -That's not how you learn.
-Go again. -Granted.
But who did she ask? Not you, was it?
-Again. -Tell me, Princess, I've been wondering.
What changed your mind about your father?
Why do you want to know that?
Just wondered, that's all.
You wouldn't get it.
-Give me a try. -There's no point.
I'd talk about righteousness, justice, looking at oneself…
That's beyond you.
Okay.
I… I can be slow, but…
but your father…
You've only just worked out
he's a corrupt scoundrel who has people killed and lines his pockets?
Oh, because I've seldom seen you refuse clothes or jewellery.
On the contrary, you've often demanded them.
You could have killed more people than me.
Pathetic.
Thrust.
You're dead.
-Is she doing well at school? -Uh…
Not really, no.
That's no surprise.
When this is over, I'll come and see her once in a while.
A little late to show interest.
At least it's something.
Take her to Ségur, that's all I'm asking.
Again.
What's wrong with taking an interest, huh?
Oh, he's so sweet!
He's so cuddly!
My lady…
Could I have the honour of an audience with you?
Earlier, at the council, you had something to say.
Th… The… the…
Take your time, Joséphine.
The p… penitents…
The penitents, yes?
S… sur…
sur… sur… sur…
Survive on…
Yes?
S… s… s…
On the famine or…?
-On… on… -On the drought? The…?
Our… inaction.
You are so very right, Joséphine.
But that has to change.
Joséphine,
only you can help me save Ségur.
I must speak to the prince.
I'm listening, Consul.
Make it brief.
If not for the love of my sister, I'd never have accepted.
You'll go with me outside the ramparts?
Outside the ramparts?
It's too dangerous.
If I might say, a prince…
should never fear his subjects.
Quite the opposite.
The archbishop won't allow it.
Well, don't tell him then.
Your sister said there is a passage around here,
so that the prince can flee in the event of a siege.
Drought, famine and war are terrible trials,
but more than bread, do you know what these people lack most?
Hope.
So, yes.
The mines would forever change the face of Ségur.
But when… when you look the city in the face,
really look at Ségur,
don't you wish it would change at all?
Generations ago,
my ancestors built an entire city turned towards God.
And they always refused to look for solutions outside of the holy texts.
Especially my father.
If you give these people hope, they'll follow you to Hell.
And that will be the end of the penitents.
The archbishop has his role and he serves God.
You, you have to serve your people.
Good God.
We'll go to Havreval. If you'd listened to me, we'd already be there.
No, we won't go to Havreval.
-Who said he could decide? -Because I'm in charge.
Why isn't it Lothar?
Who votes for Lothar?
Unbelievable.
Right.
So, Lothar, what's your decision?
To go to Havreval.
Ah!
You're shitting me.
Your Grace, I have listened to your concerns.
I've thought it over.
-And providence can take many forms. -Well, uh…
And, though it displeases you, in these troubled times,
it's come to us from Lamartine,
under the guise of Consul Rochemort, it seems.
I regret that we did not welcome him as we should have done.
Your Majesty, I understand you.
Uh, it's tempting to try and grab hold of the first opportunity.
-But, in the words of your own father… -Who is dead now.
If you disapprove of my decisions,
I'll have no choice than to do without your blessing.
The mine excavations will begin at the end of Lent.
And this seat, Consul, will be yours…
until your daughter arrives.
Your Majesty.
He's doing it on purpose, I'm sure.
All okay?
We're not keeping you, are we?
Do take your time, please.
What's the matter?
I was admiring the scenery before I'm hanged.
You should do the same because it's what's waiting for us in Havreval.
Huh?
Have you ever stopped to think that's why she wants us to go?
Huh? She said it.
The Earl of Havreval is a vassal of Ségur.
And she's officially still the princess of Ségur.
She'll do what she wants with us.
Mmm.
And she was our hostage not so long ago.
This could just be her plan to get revenge.
-I'd shut up if I were you. -Oof.
And I'd save my breath for walking.
I see.
So you've changed masters, huh?
You were her fiancé's lapdog. Now, you're hers.
There's just one lapdog here.
-That's you. -Ooh!
Rochemort put a collar on you too.
Néro!
Come on! Whoo!
Let's do it.
The old way. Fair and square. Let's go.
That's it, Néro.
Oh, you sounded like Tancrède.
Fuck him up.
-Enough! -You be quiet there.
Right…
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
-Stand up. -Just a minute.
Néro.
Hmm… Mmm…
What?
Look.
What is it?
It's witchcraft.
It's the necklace. It's poisoning you.
The archbishop can remove it.
Okay.
Let's go then.
With all your detours, we're nowhere near.
Are you dying then?
Of course.
Like everyone.
No, I mean, die soon.
Mmm… is that what you want?
Horace!
When will the necklace kill me?
I don't know.
Well, then.
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