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"At the time when Arabs
dominated part of Spain,

the children of the King of
France were staying as guests

of the Duke of Chateauroux,
their maternal grandfather,

in a castle on the French
/Spanish border.

An Arab chief, hoping to take
the Royal children hostage,

crossed the border with troops
and advanced upon the castle.

The King of France, having no
recent news of his children,

entrusted Roland, Count of
Besancon,

one of the most valiant
Knights of the Realm,

with the task of escorting
the children back to Paris."

Can we not rest, my Lord?

- Night is still far off.
- My back can't take much more.

Courage, Lancelot. Just a
little further to Chateauroux.

God be praised.
This trip has been so hard...

Come along, let's keep going.

Sons of dogs!
They mean business.

I can already smell burning.

You couldn't help stealing.
- Nor you, seducing women.

No! No! Let them go!
Let them go!

Let them go!
No, you must not die!

I agree! But don't tell me.
Tell those we enraged!

- Come here, shameless hussy!
- You damned coward!

This time it's the end.

Yes, it's all over...

- Free these wretches.
- But who are you?

You can't butt in on this,
it's none of your affair.

How dare you speak to a Knight
in that way!

- These gypsies have robbed us!
- They are the ruffians!

- Death to the gypsies!
- They molested our women!

Death to the gypsies!

Silence!

No-one in France can punish
without the King's mandate!

- And long live the King!
- Long live the King!

Thank you, my friend;
we will never forget it.

- It would've been a bad end...
- Yes...

Why did they capture you?

I apologise on behalf of my
brother, Noble Knight,

but we did nothing wrong.
We got drunk, is all...

Why should a spot of robbery,
a bit of fun, warrant such uproar?

What if some hen did lose its
way out of the hen house.

Or a couple get kicked
during the argy-bargy...

And a few mouthfuls of wine
get spilt.

- And what of my wife?
- My good man, I give her back.

- Are you content?
- We are, my Lord...

Return to your homes, good
people. Now go - Go...

Come along, Lancelot, we have
lost too much time here already.

- Let's catch up with the Knight.
- Yes, let's go.

- Sir Knight!
- What is it?

Never let it be said that two gypsies
parted from their saviour

without thanking him.
What can we do for you?

- Do you know Chateauroux?
- It is near our land.

- You own land?
- No, I meant Spain,

we are Spanish.
- How far away are we?

- A day's travel. - Then let's return
to the village. It's almost evening.

What are you saying? It would be
awful back there, believe me!

We are camped nearby,
and my sister is a great cook.

Already I can smell the odour
of the deer we killed this morning

that Jitana is slowly roasting
on the fire.

You have a very good nose to
smell odour at this distance.

You aren't limited by distance
in your dreams, my friend.

Don't let's delay further, my Lord,
please come.

You are sure about these
encroachments by the Arabs?

Absolutely. And they've been
more frequent recently.

And reinforcements have been
arriving at Achirro's camp.

- You visit their camp?
- Yes. - We put on a show.

Who pays any attention
to gypsies?

Your information will be
valuable to me.

By the way, what are your names?
- Excuse us, we haven't said.

I am Miguel, this is Juanito,
my sister Jitana.

My compliments on the deer,
it was cooked to perfection.

- It was superb.
- Thank you.

Her skills as a cook you
have witnessed,

but that is not all.
Let her read your hand, sir,

for Jitana, the future has
no secrets.

Let's get ready for the night.
- Good idea.

Let me read your hand.

- Why do you stare at me so?
- You resemble Archangel Gabriel,

in the church of Our Lady
of Pilar. No, wait,

let me see.

Love is close by; and an enemy,

like a fire that burns,

like a distant star in the night sky.

You will suffer... but you will
also cause suffering.

And then?

I see you have travelled much.

And I see, in the castle where
you are going, there is betrayal.

Excuse me, but I do not believe
in such things.

You are wrong.
What if I were to say...

that a French soldier often
visits Achirro's camp?

- How do you know this?
- I saw a vision of his back,

in the tent of the commander.
Take care, my good Knight...

I take account of your warning.
Many thanks, Jitana.

My Lord, are you sure that
those at the castle...

will believe I am the Count of
Besancon? With my appearance?

Be calm, the Duke of Chateauroux
does not know me.

But it's not just the clothes
that makes the Knight.

I have no choice,
the disguise is necessary,

if I am to pass unobserved,
and expose the traitor

that Jitana saw in the camp
of the Arabs.

You are relying too much on me.

Enough, Lancelot. You know
the ways of the Court,

I've explained how to behave
and what to say.

Take heart,
everything will be alright.

- Sir Knight!
- What is it?

Someone is approaching
at a gallop.

- < Who are they?
- Armed Arabs.

- What are they doing?
- Coming towards us.

There's no time to lose.
- Follow us!

Hurry!

Four - five...

and six. We needed a bit of
action. We were getting stale.

Every so often some exercise
doesn't hurt.

- Well done, Count of Besancon.
- The credit is Jitana's, that...

I'm still breathing. - I want
to see who fell from the horse.

Bravo, Jitana. You are as
courageous as your brothers.

It's a woman.

Count... a woman!

- But it's Suleima.
- Suleima?

Yes, the daughter of Achirro,
the Arab chieftain.

This is better luck than I ever
imagined.

Is she injured?
- No, only unconscious.

Quickly, let's get her
into the wagon.

She's very beautiful, isn't she?

We can use her as a hostage,
for the rest of our journey.

We are now about halfway there.

Take this, my friends. Your
aid has been invaluable.

This isn't why we accompanied
you, and fought for you.

The Arabs are trampling all over
our land; and we hate them.

We should return this gratuity,

but we don't wish to give
offence, so we accept.

I am grateful to you.

Provided you allow us to
accompany you to the castle.

You, Juanito, scout ahead
and keep your eyes open.

Encounters in these parts
are usually dangerous, so...

it's best to be cautious. Climb
up, Jitana. Let's get away from here.

Halt! Another band of Arabs
on horses. A lot of them.

Can we avoid them?

No, they are in the clearing
in front of the castle.

- We can open a gap with our
weapons. - Not this time.

Suleima is too useful as a
hostage to risk losing her.

- Leave it to us. We'll see to it.
- How can I reward you?

I've told you, we hate Arabs.
Everything is in the price.

Jitana, you stay here,
we'll see you this evening.

- Wouldn't it be better...
- Do as I say. Let's go.

It is stupid to surround the
garrison of the castle,

and not bother attacking.
If I were Achirro,

I'd know how to deal with
these infidels.

Achirro is old, and you are
a mighty warrior,

the future is in the hands
of Allah.

Ahmed, assemble the men.

Release me, you infidel dog!

They have betrayed you,
the cowards!

Here's our chance, let's go!

They are undoubtedly French.
Give the order to open up.

Very well, Sir.
Open the outer curtain gate.

Halt! Split up - you Ahmed,
that way - you, to the left

you two, this way - the rest,
follow me! Forward!

Royal Highnesses, I am Roland,
Count of Besancon,

I bring you greetings from the
most Christian King,

your august parent, who is most
anxious to embrace you again.

Welcome to the Castle of
Chateauroux.

Sir, as I offer you my
compliments,

I present you with this order
signed by His Majesty,

which puts the Royal children
under my protection

and authorises me to take the
decisions that I deem necessary

for their safety and their return
to the Court in Paris.

The will of the King is also mine.

On the other hand, without
knowing you in person,

I have heard of your fame as
a valorous Knight,

Count of Besancon.

With your permission, I would
ask that the prisoner be removed.

Take her to a cell; and ensure
she is well guarded.

Take her!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Gentlemen, you may retire.

Mademoiselle Annette,

accompany the Royal children
to their apartments.

Allow me to present to you
Captain Gontrano,

Commander of my mercenaries.

I had to recruit him because
we were sparsely defended

and I feared an attack by the Arabs.
- The Duke knows he can rely...

on my sword, but he hasn't
followed my advice.

Caution has prevented me
from taking account of it.

The Captain wanted to take the
Royal children out of the castle

and send them to Paris with
a strong escort,

but the affection that binds
me to my grandchildren,

made me excessively fearful.
I could not take the risk,

with the Arab forces at the border
and the bands that surround us.

Sir, the capture of Suleima
should remove your doubts.

Achirro will not dare attack us,

if we leave the castle with her
as our hostage.

I have already said that I know
of your fame.

I also trust in your wisdom.

We depart tomorrow at dawn,
with a strong escort.

Then you must take your rest,
for you must be weary,

my dear Count...
also your squire.

I will accompany you to
your apartment.

Here I am. Ready?

What are you waiting for?

By Saint Dionysius!
Do you mean to skin me alive?

Fake Count of Besancon,
and a real-life buffoon!

By the way, Count,
how did I get on?

With Mademoiselle Annette?
Excellently, she was impressed.

No, I meant... as you...
playing your part.

In short, with the Duke.

Rest easy, you said your lines
to perfection.

Best of all, it's a brief part.
Tomorrow I'll be back to myself.

Then again, I'll be sorry.

Really?

I don't know what's wrong with me...

I keep thinking of the Seine,
so beautiful in the Spring...

I dream of the food and drink
of Paris...

and yet I am sorry to leave here.

Ah, I understand you perfectly.

But it will pass... we will go home
with the protection of God...

and Suleima, of course.

Just so...
Suleima.

- Hey! Is all well?
- All is well.

The Duke has broached a cask
of wine

to celebrate the capture
of Suleima.

Wet your lips with this nectar,
my friend,

if you want to brighten up
your night duty.

Gladly.

Ah! Manners...

We must drink a toast... in honour
of our beautiful prisoner.

To your health!

Captain!

Come, quickly!

If they have killed Suleima,
woe to the infidels!

I will put iron and fire
into each village...

within a hundred leagues!

I will slaughter their women
and children!

Your anger is justified, Achirro,
but your daughter lives, I am sure.

Her helmet was found next to
the bodies of her escort,

she'll have been taken prisoner.
I would suggest...

Suleima!

My father...

Glory be to Allah, that He
protected you.

And to Gontrano who brings
her back to you, Achirro.

- Come. - Wonderful to see
you again, Suleima.

The infidels captured me,
and he helped me to escape.

I will not forget this, Captain,

when the Royal children of
France are in my hands,

you will receive your reward.
- The Chateauroux estate?

I cannot promise you that,
but you will be rewarded,

you have my word.

And now, tell me everything,
Suleima.

We were galloping towards
the castle, when...

I have heard my lady is safe,
that she is here!

- Yes, Faiza, but you can't go in.
- One moment, just a moment.

Impossible!

- Oh please, let me go in.
- Go wait in her tent. Go.

How is he called, this envoy
of the French King?

Roland, Count of Besancon.

I fear he may impact our plans.

Not at all. If I kill him, there
would be no further need

for you to storm the castle
to get inside.

Here's what you should do,
besiege the castle - overrun it!

You know we don't have
sufficient forces, nor...

sufficient time for such a siege.

The aid of the Captain
is not a guarantee of victory,

so the arrival of the Count
of Besancon perhaps indicates

that the French King is feeling
anxious about his children.

And so, it is the capture
of that man,

and not the fall of the castle,
that will enable us

to impose on the French our
demands for territorial changes

and humiliate those enemies
of Islam who invaded the Levant.

Suleima?
It is time for you to sleep.

Yes, my Father.

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

Your idea of eliminating the Count
is good, but you will need be quick.

Trust in me. Now I must return
to the castle,

I would not like my absence
to be noticed. Goodnight.

No, you stay. We have to talk.

My little one...

I have cried many tears, as many
as there are verses in the Qur'an.

Stop your tears, Nanny...
give me a drink.

Who did this?
Who struck you?

Answer me, I must know!

Speak!

A... Averio.

- All is well?
- Yes, Captain.

- Did you remove the body?
- No.

Imbecile!

Alarm!

Alarm!

- What are you doing, squire?
- Suleima has escaped

and the guard stabbed.
- Escaped?

- Just so, Sir.
- You, go and see!

Did you hear, Count? Your squire
says that Suleima...

One moment, Sir.

What were you doing in
the castle dungeons?

By order of my Count, I checked
if the prisoner was guarded.

It's as he says.

The man was dying, and he
died in my arms.

The cell is empty, sir;
and the guard is dead.

But before he died, he had the
strength to say the name...

of his killer.

This name is Averio!
- It's a filthy lie!

- Traitor!
- Stop that, Captain!

Forgive me, but I hadn't imagined
I had a renegade among my men.

- Who are you working for?
- I am innoc... - Speak!

Torture will loosen your tongue!

- This is not right!
- Enough!

Enough!

If you please, Count, allow me
to punish this traitor.

- As you wish, Captain.
- I am innocent! - Guards!

Let me go, I am innocent!
Let me go! Let me go!

< No! No!

No!

Sir, what has happened?

Averio has betrayed us,
the prisoner has escaped.

- Let me go!
- Let him go!

- Captain, what is going on?
- Nothing, just trust me. Go.

Go?...

No! No!

Unfortunately this escape
has upset our plans.

I think we should abandon
the idea of leaving the castle.

I suggest...
- My Lord, Averio eluded me,

he threw himself from the bridge,
preferring death to torture.

Jitana was right, it's certain that
Averio was in the pay of the Arabs,

but it's possible there is another
traitor within the castle.

There is danger hanging over us,
Lancelot.

Over me, you really mean...

Forgive me, but wouldn't it be
better if I resumed my role?

No, you said you liked
walking in my shoes.

Very well, you will have to
wear them for longer.

Now more than ever we need
to maintain this fiction.

The escape of Suleima keeps
us trapped here.

I will write a message to His
Majesty, asking for reinforcements,

and you will ask the Duke to
dispatch it with a trusted man.

Perhaps one man alone can
evade the enemy lookouts.

He escaped us.

He won't avoid the next ambush.

Move!
Die, accursed one!

Let this serve as an example
to you all!

Woe betide those who dare
to rebel!

Forward!

Move along!

Quick as you can, bring them
to the camp!

Forward, follow me.

- Lead them to the other caves.
- Very well.

Hurry along, be quick.

Step lively.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Is there anything for me?
- Take this.

Thank you.

By my faith, Mam'selle Annette,
your care for the children

is exceptional.
- The fact is they delight me,

I would pay to have one.
- Money is not important.

- Count, you make me blush.
- Forgive me.

It is love that has changed me...

Next to you, I feel as if I
really am what I seem to be.

What are you trying to say?

Well, that I, a man of arms...
I feel awkward..

because I love you.
- Enough now, Count,

I beg that we don't pursue
this subject further.

But why?
Is it because you object to it?

That is not it, believe me. There
is too much distance between us.

Well, distances can be shortened.

Not those caused by differences
in birth

and in lineage.

You are the Count of Besancon,
and I am a humble housekeeper.

- And if I weren't the Count?
- But you are.

And if I weren't?

Lancelot!

Lancelot!

Lancelot!

Count! - What's wrong, you
look as if you've seen a ghost.

- Yes, my own ghost...
- How so?

It could now be my ghost
wandering about...

- Lancelot, you've been drinking!
- If only that were so...

They tried to kill me. An arrow
just missed me a little while ago.

Truly? Courage, Lancelot...

Don't worry, the attack was meant
for the Count of Besancon.

Yes, but just now I am the Count
of Besancon.

And you will continue to be so.
I still need your help.

This attack proves that Averio
was not the only traitor.

Before long we'll find the
head of this dirty business.

- Highness, where is Prince Philip?
- He is taking a rest.

But where have you been
all this time?

Those poor people...
they lack everything.

They took up so much of my time.

Also the Count of Besancon,
did he have need of your care?

- What do you mean, Highness?
- Come on, Annette, I saw you

give him a rose.

Highness, this is not a proper
subject for discussion.

This is between women, no?
Tell me, are you in love with him?

How could I fall in love with
a nobleman?

He is a man. I know well what
will be my destiny...

I will not have the right
to choose.

But you can.

Aah, l'amour.

You, here?

I've often thought about you
and your brother.

And Jitana?
- All free and safe.

- Did you come with the refugees?
- No, Sir Knight...

follow me, I have something
to show you.

- It's a secret passage.
- Just so, I was chasing a hare

and found this; it's not been
used for a long time.

There is a lengthy tunnel, in
some places it gets very low,

as I've already discovered.
- Let me see. You lead the way.

Captain, two men are sick and
another has been arrested...

Later, later...

This secret passage will be
very useful for me, very useful...

It took a demon like you
to find it.

You run a great risk, my Lord.

Against traitors, courage is
not enough,

it would be better if Jitana,
Juanito and I gave you some help.

I am grateful, my friend...

For now, I need a horse
always to hand here.

- I will get it for you.
- I thank you again.

Take this; and buy one that
is fast and generous.

Oh... it'll be most generous.

Thank you, my Lord.
See you anon.

< Annette!

< Annette!

< Annette...

Annette.
- Let me go.

No, Annette. Now that I know
you love me...

Why do you make me suffer,
Count?

But which Count is the Count?
I am only a squire.

The happiest squire in all
the Universe.

- You wish to joke? - I have
never been as serious as now.

I will tell you a secret - the
Count of Besancon is Lancelot,

but I am the real Lancelot.
- Really?

Yes, Annette, it is so.

Everything is in place,
the armour is in the tunnel

and the horse is close by
the waterfall.

But someone will notice
your absences.

Who is going to be interested
in a squire?

- True, no-one notices a squire...
- I didn't mean to offend you.

Lancelot, the King will have
received my letter by now.

While we wait for the
reinforcements, I must...

distract Achirro from the
idea of a siege, by creating...

uncertainty in his camp with
my sorties. So, stay calm.

Hurrah!

Welcome to you, noble Knight,
these are our comrades in arms.

Good news, Miguel. Here are
more men for your forest band.

- Long live our liberator!
- Hurrah! Hurrah!

Juanito, guide these wolf cubs
to our lair. I will follow.

Very well.
All of you, follow me.

We are many now, when will
you give the order to act?

Don't rush me, my friend. It
will soon be your turn.

I would like to know how many
French prisoners Achirro has,

where they are held, and the
location of the camp guards.

I can let you know tomorrow.
The Arabs have a feast day

and Juanito, Jitana and I
will be there.

Water... water...

Water... water...

Too much time is being wasted!

You must hasten to bring the
Royal children to me!

Also this mysterious Knight
is hampering our plans

and you aren't able to capture
him, to kill him!

Now he is becoming a legend.

The men think he is invulnerable,
they are terrified of him!

If only I could get at him with
my sword, that coward!

If I were you, I'd be more
careful in what I said,

he is an infidel, but a brave one.
- You defend him?

- I believe he has courage.
- What did I tell you?

He has already become a legend.

And you, Captain, what have
you discovered about him?

Nothing yet, am I right?
- Don't be angry, Achirro.

It can't be anyone in the castle.

The only one with the fame
to justify such deeds

is the Count of Besancon, but
he is under constant watch,

and has never left the castle,
nor has he the chance to do so.

Go... leave me alone!

Calm yourself, my Father...

A good haul, eh?

Such magnificent horses!

Get away, gypsies!
Away with you!

If Achirro were in some way
to leave us,

I would take over the command.

I understand...

I would not hesitate to give you
the land Achirro denied you,

if you were to help me.
- And otherwise?

Otherwise. I will still capture
the castle

and I wouldn't give much
for your head.

You make sense, a head without
its body isn't worth much.

Mine is still on its neck,
and there it will stay.

You can count on me.

I never doubted it,

you always know...
which way the wind blows.

See you soon, Gontrano.

Not like that, keep it low.

Are you ready?

Now!

Well done, here is where you
must hit! Now, you.

Watch my move...

The arrow is fitted like this.

No, higher up...

Slot it in the centre.

No, use the other hand.

Now watch,
see how the bow is held.

Ready...

- You're sure it was Gontrano?
- Basirocco called him by name.

I can believe it.

I return to the castle;
that traitor will be punished.

Lord... Gontrano is not alone.

Wouldn't it be better if my
brothers accompanied you?

I thank you, but in these cases

a Knight must rely solely
upon his own sword.

Oh, my Lord. I will suffer greatly
if anything happened to you.

Keep it up!

What do you want?

Discontent is spreading
through my men,

they are tired of your policy
of doing nothing.

Your men?

I am the Commander of this camp.

No longer, Achirro,
we have decided to replace you.

You dare to rebel?

I, who represents the
authority of the Caliph,

will have your head cut off!

Guards!

Ahmed, gather the men
to the centre of the camp.

You know what you need to do.

Strike me, then...
what are you waiting for?

I am a Christian Knight,
I do not fight with women.

Again, you?

It is destiny I should meet
you with a sword in my hand,

but God knows I would rather
be at peace with you, Suleima.

Hear me, mighty warriors
of Islam,

heroes of so many victorious
battles,

the will of Allah hands me
the thankless task...

of giving you sad news.

The heart of our old and
beloved leader,

has failed unexpectedly.

Achirro is dead!

Achirro is dead, but our grief...

must not stop us, even for
a moment,

on our path towards victory.

You must choose for yourselves
another leader,

who can guide you with a firm
and indomitable hand,

in this war against the infidels.

We choose Basirocco as our
leader! Hurrah, Basirocco!

Be still.

When you aren't holding a
scimitar, you become caring.

You are a strange squire,

who fights like a Knight.

Who are you in reality?

Roland of Besancon.

Now all is clear.

Your head is the trophy
most desired by my Father.

You can take it easily, seeing
the condition I'm now in.

And that is what I'm supposed
to do.

But you cannot, is that right?

You can't bring yourself to kill
someone whom you have saved.

You owe me nothing, Suleima

and so, if it's a feeling of
gratitude that stops you...

Why did you keep my necklace?

Answer me!

I understand the significance
of a lady's favour

on the armour of a Christian
Knight.

Then you know I love you.

You cannot...
your God divides us.

No, Suleima... He unites us,
because His law knows

no diversity of race or religion.
- But my faith is different.

God is the same for all, Suleima.
If you love me...

Don't say more.

Rest.

Here comes Suleima.

- What has happened?
- Suleima,

you who are as brave as
the best of our warriors,

now have need of all your
courage.

Your Father...
- My Father?

Assassins! Assassins!

Curses on you!

And it will be useless for
you to try to escape, for

you are under close watch.

Why don't you finish your work,
assassin?

What do you hope to gain,
keeping me alive?

It's up to you to decide.

Marry me; and consolidate with
the marriage.. my authority..

Never! Get out!

Give her time to reflect,
Basirocco,

she is a woman...

and there are many ways...
to bend her to your will.

Let me dry your tears, Suleima,
as I used to when you were a baby

and your poor Mother entrusted
you to me,

while appealing to her God.

To her God?
What do you mean?

It is best that you know the
truth now.

Your Mother was not of our
people,

she was a Spanish Noblewoman.

What are you saying?

Achirro kidnapped her during a raid
and made her his favourite.

You were born from that union,
an outrage she always resisted.

She suffered so much that
she died from it.

Then...

I am the daughter...

the daughter of an infidel?

Men call God by so many
different names,

but perhaps...
he is the same for all.

Someone told me the same
thing, only today.

And you, why have you stayed
silent for so long?

I was afraid of Achirro; he would
never have forgiven me.

Your Mother gave me this
at the moment of her death.

When you were small, she poured
water on your head from a font,

mumbled some strange words

and told me that, from that
moment, you were Christian.

The symbol of her faith...

Listen, a French Knight lies
wounded in a cave in the woods,

you must go to him.
- But, Suleima...

He alone can save us

and you can leave the camp
without arousing suspicion.

I'll tell you what you need to do.

I have to get back to the castle.

I have abandoned the Royal
children to that traitor.

I need to free Suleima!
Let me up!

Calm yourself, Count. Don't
do anything stupid, Sir Knight.

Why did you get this woman
to call on us...

if you then don't trust us?

The men are ready?
- All is as you organised.

Good, we will move tonight.
You stay here with him.

Let's go.

Think about getting well, Lord;
leave the rest to my brothers.

This medicine is miraculous.
In 2 days you'll be your old self.

We gypsies know how to heal
wounds.

- Suleima?
- Don't fidget.

You think much about her,
is it not so?

They will free her, and your
destiny will be fulfilled.

The lines on your hand don't
lie...

you will suffer, and cause
others to suffer.

- Is that where the stables are?
- Yes, don't you remember?

Forward... in silence.

Alarm!

- Quickly, the horses.
- Light the kindling.

You know what you need to do,
be quick and effective.

He mentioned you while he was
delirious,

he was desperate to get you free.

The gypsies came and helped,
as you requested.

It's the gypsy!

- Quickly, this way.
- Alarm!

- Quickly!
- Let me go!

Accursed one!

Alarm!

Guards!

Stop them!

And baptised you.
Every Christian can do it,

now nothing divides us.
- I loved you,

but I didn't want this to happen.

It felt as if I was betraying
my people.

Now my people will be yours...

We will live together, happily...

Your hand is meant for caresses,
not for weapons.

I will live in peace with you,
Roland.

When all this is over, you will
come to my land and be my wife,

but first I must complete my mission,
concern for the Royals haunts me.

And I must also punish Gontrano.
- I will go with you to the castle

and tell of his treachery.
Who else could do so?

And then...
I have felt anxiety for you.

I cannot just stay here waiting
- and suffering,

I want you always at my side.

I can't wait any longer,

by now Suleima will have
reached the Caliph.

I have no other way...
to justify my actions.

I must deliver the Royal
children into his hands.

But I'm not certain we can
overcome the castle garrison.

Take heed, Gontrano,

If the Sun sets again without
me in a position to answer

the accusations of Suleima
with the capture of the Royals...

you will be a dead man...

whether because you have
been killed in the fighting,

or because news reached the
Duke of your treachery.

I'll play my part carefully,
and hope I stay lucky.

Wait for me tomorrow in
the Vallee des Faucons.

I'll be there.

At sunset...
- You can rely on it.

I don't know what to think.

Something must have happened.
- Have faith, Lancelot,

you'll see, he'll be back.
- No... I've lost hope.

He's been missing for 5 days.

Why don't you confide in the Duke?

It's the only thing to do,
you can't just remain silent.

No, the Count would not approve.

And, if he is dead?

These heroes risked their lives
to get into the camp of Achirro,

we must act upon their news
before it is too late.

So, you say the Arabs are
readying to attack us?

We are sure of it. They've
been getting reinforcements,

have a battering ram. It will
be easy to breach our gate.

But they must approach our walls,
and we have archers, catapults

and boiling oil.
- Yes, but they have wooden towers

to provide shelter for their advance.
Tell the Duke how many!

Large numbers, my Lord. One,
in particular, is intended

for the protection of the ram,
and it alone contains 50 men.

That's why those ruffians are
no longer living in the glade,

they are all occupied in
preparing for the attack.

This is the moment to send
the Royal children to safety.

Now, or never!

I am not afraid to go with
the Captain.

Return to your rooms and tell
Annette to prepare,

it is best if you are ready.

You may go.

I am pleased, Sir Duke,
that you are finally decided.

In truth, it is Count Roland
who must make the decision,

don't forget the King has
given him full authority.

- But then...
- < Sir Duke!

You have arrived just as...

Pardon me, but I am not the Count
of Besancon. I am his squire.

What does this mean?
What is this intrigue?

The Count had to identify
a traitor who is among us!

What did you say?

Wouldn't it have been better
if the others came with us?

- The garrison is loyal to the Duke,
be assured. - Ready to go.

Too late, the Duke is dead.

My poor Lancelot.

He's alive?
- Yes, he's breathing.

God be praised.
The Royal children!

Annette, can you hear me?
What happened here?

Annette, where are the children?

They hit me... on the head.

Annette, where are the children?

- Gontrano has taken them.
- Accursed one!

- How long ago?
- Not long. A while ago.

Come on!

Halt!

I have kept my word, here are
the Royal children.

No doubt about it...

Take them away.

Now you must keep your promise.

Just so, now you own the
lands of Chateauroux.

- < Alarm!
- Attack!

Majesty, they are all in the
Vallee des Faucons.

Well, lead the way.
Forward!

Follow me!

Surrender! Surrender!

We thank you,
Roland of Besancon.

I knew I could count on you...

We will all honour the memory
of the noble and wise Duke

of Chateauroux, who fell
defending the heirs to our Throne.

Glory to him!

Glory to him!

you have not only valiantly
served your King,

but also reunited a father
with his children.

Roland of Besancon,

how can I show you my gratitude?

I already have my reward,
Your Majesty,

for having served you, and for
having met the woman I love.

The future Countess of Besancon.

A noble soul, regained to the
faith of Christ.

Come forward.

For the good squire and the
faithful Annette,

we have established a fund
that will allow them to marry.

Are you pleased?

Come forward, you.
- < Who, us?

Yes, you.

This gold...

is not an adequate sign of our
appreciation, rather...

I'd like to offer you employment at
Court, in reward for your service.

Many thanks, Majesty, but we
are gypsies and like the wind.

You are a great King, but can
you imprison the wind?

I understand...
your realm has no boundaries,

and I am only the King of France.

You make sense. You can go.

Count of Besancon...

Count of Besancon?