Original subtitles

Boy soprano: ♪z hold fast

2z to the law

2z of the last

2z cold Tome

2z where the earth

zz of the truth

2z [jes thick

♪ upon the page

2z and the loam

zz of faith

2z in the ink

♪ long fled

2z from the drone

2z of the nib

2z flows on

2z till the last

2z of the first

♪ depart

2z and the least

♪ of the past

2z is dust

2z and the dust

2z the dust is lost

2z hold fast

♪ gormenghast, ♪

Heave, your ladyship...

As the brute fellow in pursuit of the oval ball!

- Shut up, squallor! Shut up! - Heave!

Heave-ho!

As the matelot with the hempen rope -

- heave! - Prunesquallor, will you shut up?!

I see genitalia. It is of a sex, ladyship.

- What kind? - Oh, it's a fine sex.

- Which one, you idiot? - A brand-new groan, ladyship!

Squallor, what is it?

I spy testiclia, and there or thereabouts is also to be found a tinkle!

- Its... - It's an heir, ladyship.

An heir to the glory of gormenghast.

It's a boy!

It's a boy!

Shouts: It's a boy! It's a boy!

- It's a boy! - Men: It's a boy!

It's a boy!

It's a boy! It's a boy!

Come on, come on!

The ninth day of the month.

The ninth, you dolt! Didn't I say the ninth?

It's blue! The egg should be blue, not red!

The ninth, your lordship. 11 o'clock -

release of the five hawks

from the north-east turret

1.15 - groaning of the dungeons...

With your daughter, lady fuchsia.

Four o'clock - blessing the meat racks.

- Six... - Outside: It's a boy! It's a boy!

- Damn it! What is that racket? - It's a boy!

It's a boy! A son for groan!

A boy!

A new Earl! The 77th!

Born on the ninth...

No! I don't want a brother'

- who says I want a brother? - A little lordship!

Oh, nannie, why didn't anyone ask me?

Oh, my weak heart.

I can't wait to see him and love him and squeeze him all to death!

You're a silly old fool!

Why doesn't anyone understand me?

- My own little boy! - Don't just stand there.

Gel me some food!

I'm furious!

I'm going to have a dream, and it's going to be a long one!

Why do I always have to wait till doomsday?

I am only the daughter of the Earl of groan, aren't I?

All right, then.

I'll starve!

Outside: It's a boy!

I could smack him already!

It's a boy!

Drunken man: Come hither! Come hither!

Come hither we celebrate!

Close ranks, my little ones.

Tell me, my stenching little cherubs...

Tell me extra quickly and I will sing a song to you.

Who am I?

All: Abiatha swelter,

- the father of excellence and plenty! - Correct, my...

Oh, fairy boys.

I am your dada.

I am your flower of flatulence,

your gorgeous, gaseous bud!

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Where is that slug of summer, that stench of goat, steerpike?

- Where is he?! - There, sir!

By the barrels!

Steerpike, my ray of addled sunshine.

Why should I sing to you,

a creature of no more consequence than a stoat's shit?

Why don't I just crush you in my paw?

Why don't I smash you into pieces?

Put down boy.

Mr flay, the spidery servant, on his measly leg.

- Drop boy. - Oh, mr flay.

Is the time come?

Is /1?

Drop boy,

Chef of scum!

You are in my kitchen kingdom, servant'

this is the domain of swelter

how dare you...?

Flay, manservant to the Earl

how dare you...?

How dare you?

How dare you...?

How dare...?

Boy: The farter"s fallen'

no respect for stones.

Vile thing.

Ah!

One of swelter's striped rats.

Yes, sir.

You helped me, sir.

- Help? You? - Yes, sir.

You told him to drop me.

Please, I'm lost and I'm dying of heat from the kitchens.

Don't want swelter slug in stone lanes. Go!

Please, sir.

Show me daylight and I'll go.

Please, help me leave the vile swelter.

Vile? Why say vile?

What you done?

Done, sir?

When?

Nothing, sir, nothing at all!

- I am unhappy, sir. - Unhappy? This rebellion?

No, sir! No rebellion, sir!

None at all.

I am loyal to my castle.

- Only rebellion against the vile swelter. - Swelter!

Leave his name in fat and grease!

Never swelter in stone lanes. Hold your tongue.

Teach you to be unhappy

when groan is born.

A groan, sir?

Lel me see,

please... lef me see a groan.

See a groan?

You?

Show you, kitchen rat.

See what you've never seen.

Forward, swelter slug!

Oof!

This cat room.

Whose are they?

Show you.

- Name? - Steerpike, sir.

- Queerpike? - Steerpike, sir.

Steerpike.

Squeertyke squeertyke?

Twice? What for?

Once enough for kitchen thing.

- Whose are they, sir? - Ladyship.

See.

Ladyship room.

Did you notice anything unusual about the boy?

Structurally, a sound child, my lord. Sound as a bell

damn the structure. Did you see his face?

I noticed his face, sir, I definitely noticed it...

If that's of any help.

Did you notice anything strange?

You needn't be afraid to speak out.

- Strange, lord? - The face,

prunesquallor, the face!

Speaking professionally, I should say his face was... irregular, sir,

- but not... - Unnatural?

- I'd say irregular, sir. - Ugly?

- I'd say unnatural. - Why must you hedge, doctor?

When I say ugly, have the goodness to use the word.

Have you ever delivered a more hideous child?

Never, my lord! Never!

And he has such extraordinary eyes!

Eyes? What's wrong with them?

They are Violet my lord!

Flay: Seen enough, grub?

These are not for you.

Back to hell... and swelter

no, sir!

Please... not the kitchens!

Where you belong.

He's ugly, sir. I heard it.

The new lordship's unnatural - lord groan says so.

So?

Not the kitchens...

Please?

Spit it out, sink boy.

If I go back to swelter, I'll tell them all what I heard his lordship say!

- You heard nothing. - All the apprentices will know

his little lordship's hideous.

You'll say nothing.

I'll fix you!

Little lordship ugly? Hideous?!

Teach you, swelter rat!

No rebellion here!

No insult to these stones from you.

At least it's not the kitchens.

Whose is all this?

Titus groan/

Titus!

Titus!

Well, bring him in now, you idiot!

Here! Here! Over here!

Here!

There.

Over there by his lordship.

This is a naming, woman, not a tea dance!

Your lordship, as the 76th Earl of groan,

it is written that you shall now accompany your son and heir

to the iron bowl of moat water

here.

To the bowl! This! This!

Does it look like a bowl? Does it hold water? Then it is a bowl!

Isn't it?

Here, woman!

Down... Down into the pages of the book.

It is written and it shall be adhered to,

that between these pages, where the flax is grey with the wisdom,

the first-born male child of the house of groan shall be lowered...

- Why does he get all the glory? - Why not us?

Both: Why not us?

Head directed towards water...

Head!

And that these pages, heavy with these the words of ritual ceremony,

and his future life, shall be

bent in and around him,

- so that he is engulfed in the... - Why's she got all the power, anyway?

It's ours'

- groan's our brother, isn't he? - _ ands as one

with the inviolable law...

How much longer?

Oops! Like rubber, your ladyship! Every ounce a bounce!

What are you talking about, you idiot?

I was referring to your child, who has just fallen to the floor, your ladyship.

Has he? Where?

- He's here, ladyship. - Oh.

We'll go for a walk - 15 minutes on the lawn.

Master chalk could do with the air. Can't you, dear?

Come along, my precious.

He's ugly.

- So are you. - I like him better now he's ugly.

Where have you been for the past 15 years?

We've been in the south wing. We've been thinking.

About what?

- Power. - Shhh!

Inheritor of the powers I hold,

continuer of the bloodstock of the stones,

approach now the purity

of the stream of gormenghast...

Where, named and féted

you shall be consecrated

as Titus,

77th Earl of groan...

And lord of gormenghast.

Child...

Welcome to the fastness.

Howils: Made it!

Come along, ladies. Come along.

Oh, irresistible!

You barbarise one, senor swelter. You positively barbarise one.

Oh, mr flea, mr flea.

Don't just walk out as if you haven't got a friend in the world.

Allow me to introduce you to some of my boys.

After all, they are your own sort - from the grubs and the gutters.

They're my ickle spittle boys, yes. Now, come along.

Permit me to introduce to you

master springers.

Master springers, mr flea. Mr flea, master springers.

This is master wrattle.

Master wrattle, mr flea.

Mr flea, master wrattle.

Kitchen scum'

nannie: Isn't he sweet, your ladyship?

- Who? - His little lordship, your ladyship.

What do you want me to do with him?

- He's had his bath. - What about it?

Go away.

Bring him back when he's six.

Master chalk!

Where are you?

Whoa!

Gormenghast.

Mmm...

Who are you, then?

He's not so bad after all

Pinched nose, flat head, weird, weird eyes.

No, no, not so bad. Not so bad, is he?

- Oh, your ladyship! - He is my little brother!

- Aww. - Oh, his little lordship.

Oh, nannie.

- Ain't he sweet? - Oh, nannie, I love him, and you!

They dropped him on his head and he is so ugly!

I love him!

Oh! Put me down, you naughty, naughty girl!

You need a good smack.

I think I will see him every fortnight.

Oh, my poor lungs and my weak heart. Her ladyship says,

"go and get a wet nurse from the village."

How am I going to go down all them steps at my age?

Getting me to go out at this time of night. It's not right.

Ohh!

Nannie: I'll catch me death.

Keeper, open it up!

Lackadaisical creature - slow as a snail.

Hurry up! I'm cold.

Too old for all this.

Don't she know how far it is to the woodcarvers' village?

Up there with her birds...

Nannie: Out me way! Out me way! I've got an important announcement.

Carvers! Low servants of the castle, lowest of the low.

I haven't come to talk about the ceremony of the bright carvings.

That is as it is and always will be.

That is the business of higher people.

Higher than me, I mean.

I have come to give you some wonderful news.

A new little groan has been born'

a boy of the blood, a new master!'

I am in charge, of course, as per usual,

and I want a wet nurse for him to come back with me at once.

Who are you?

I said who are you? Answer me, at once.

Keds.

I am with child.

I don't want to stay here.

I have no man.

I want to come.

Please. I am strong.

Please take me.

You'll do.

"Her ladyship fuchsia groan."

I'm mn!

Nannie: Her young ladyship never eats. How's she going to grow?

And how's he going to? You don't feed him.

Take it, lordship. Take it.

This is your little sister's milk.

Sister? What do you mean, sister?

I'm carrying his foster sister, aren't I?

- How do you know it's a girl? - I know.

I don't care what you know.

Boy or girl, that is no sister to a groan!

He's already got a sister, he has - the lady fuchsia.

This is her breakfast.

A foster child won't go near him.

He's a little lordship, she's a carver. He's them! She's you!

Her father was a great man.

He was the best carver.

Nannie: And he's dead! And the carvers won't have his child there,

because it'll be born out of wedlock - that's why, isn't it?

How dare you talk like that? Mixing up the lord of gormenghast with a little...

Bastard?

You can think what you like.

But she's mine whatever she is, whatever you want to call her.

Don't you talk to me like that in the presence of his little lordship!

I won't stand it'

you stupid, stupid girl.

I've got my work to do!

How am I going to do my work with my bad chest if you upset me?

His little lordship will never, never get mixed up with a...

He'll be where he belongs, and so will she,

and everybody else, in their right place.

I'm too old.

I'm too old for all this.

Keda: I know it - she will be your little sister.

And you will love her.

Go away!

Nannie: You've got to eat! How are you going to grow up?

You are the naughtiest girl!

Go away! I'm going to have an adventure.

Doctor prune has got a present for you.

I don't care. What is it?

Let me in, and I'll tell you.

When I am queen, I am going to burn down the castle.

What? What did you say? Open this door!

Oh, you are the wickedest girl!

You are the most...

Fuchsia?

Chants: I am fuchsia! I arm me!

Don't be frightened - wait and see!

Oh!

Oh!

You...!

Go away!

What are you doing here?

The lady fuchsia groan, I believe.

Nobody comes here.

This is mine. I hate you!

Madam... go away! Go!

- Madam, I have seen such things... - This is private!

Forgive me, madam, but your book that I couldn't help but glance at -

the adventures in there are nothing to what has happened to me.

I mean really happened.

You wouldn't believe me anyway.

Believe what?

Shhh! I have seen a great pavement in the sky!

I have been colder than ice.

I have had no food or sleep.

Lady fuchsia, I am a rebel.

- I come for sanctuary. - Sanctuary?

Like the knights of old, your ladyship.

You're wearing kitchen clothes.

That's where I escaped from.

My name is steerpike.

But I cannot tell you where the pavement in the clouds lies. Not yet.

Why not?

Madam, there are a great many mysteries in this world.

And some may be too strong for the delicate heart of a lady

such as yourself.

- You are an adventurer! - That's exactly what I am.

I am a man of purpose.

Hide me, I beg you!

Find me useful employment and I will never let you down, I swear it.

You will swear an oath?

I am yours to do with as you will.

What is that awful stink?

It's the filthy dregs you poured over me, madam.

Well, you'd better wash, hadn't you?

Yes, ladyship.

Well?

Don't just stand there kneeling!

Follow me. Oh/

don't forget, you promised to introduce me

to someone who might employ me, your ladyship.

I did not promise. How dare you tell such lies?

I apologise, madam. You are my queen, my absolute gueen.

I am in your hands.

Your minstrel, steerpike.

Oh, good! Oh, good!

Lady fuchsia: Come on'

Come on!

Go away! I'm not here now.

Nannie: It's dr prune! I told you, he's got a present for you.

My present! I forgot my present.

Your clown, madam.

Please don't ever forget your clown.

Nannie...

Nannie: The doctor's waiting, ladyship!

In a minute, nannie! I'll come to your room.

Oh, good, good!

A kitchen boy, from the kitchens?

How could you shame yourself?

- Quiet, nannie! I want my present. - Good morning.

Well, well. So you've brought a little friend with you,

have you, fuchsia, my dear child?

Master steerpike, sir, at your service.

I don't know about at my service.

I wouldn't have any service left if every young gentleman was suddenly at it.

In my service would perhaps be immeasurably preferable.

That's all right, then, because he's come for a job. Where's my present?

My dear mrs slagg...

I have always been fascinated by those who want to work.

What do you fancy, fuchsia, my dear child?

Elderberry? Something to tide you over?

What's my present, dr prune?

Ah, your present.

Dear child, I saw the diamante in your teardrops

the day your baby brother was born.

Diamante!

What is it? Is it diamonds?

A-ha!

And you, young sir, what will you have?

And what in the name of hosiery is that you're wearing?

This, sir, is a kitchen jacket.

These are kitchen trousers and these are kitchen shoes.

All about me is kitchen, which is as absurd

upon me as it is insulting, if you don't mind me saying so.

I'll take a Brandy, thank you.

I see.

And if, my dear boy, you are not kitchen,

what is it that we find beneath that foetid attire?

Are you a problem case, hmm?

Or are you a young gentleman with no ideas at all?

With your permission, sir, neither - I have plenty of ideas,

though at the same time, plenty of problems, too.

My first and most immediate is to impress you with my talent

so it may be put to your service in any form at all.

My!

Well, what maladdress! What enormity of surface!

You tantalise me in a pleasant sort of way, master steerpike,

but whether I want you hanging about my house

is another kettle of fish altogether.

I never hang about, sir. It's the one thing I never do.

You hung about in my room.

He climbed there. He's very clever, doctor.

Kitchen boy!

In my less ambitious moments, it's as a dispenser I see myself.

Do you have any knowledge of the pharmaceuticals, may I venture to remark?

Under your guidance, I could learn anything.

What a diabolically clever little monster!

- If you don't mind me saying so, sir... - Fh?

Your service is a bit slow. Perhaps I may be allowed to pep it up a little?

I'm bored talking about him!

What about my present?

Of course, my dear. Master steerpike, while I speak to her ladyship,

would you be so good...?

Goodness me.

May I open the door for you?

You look as if you're having a little difficulty doing it yourself.

Mollocks/!

No more kitchens for me.

It's almost too easy.

Thank you, dr pru! Thank you!

Ah, ladyship!

Take care, my dear. Happy dreams.

- Ah! - I am afraid I'm still here, doctor.

Screeches: What is that? What is that?!

That my dear sister, is master steerpike, who wishes to serve us.

Did he go upstairs just now? Did he go upstairs? I heard feet.

And what is wrong, when you boil the matter down, with feet?

I have always found mine most useful, especially when walking.

One might almost imagine they had been designed for the very purpose.

You were drunk with your own levity!

I heard feet, I tell you, in our own upstairs,

and you take no notice!

- I also heard something, madam. - You did?

I was here in the hall waiting for the doctor

to decide in what capacity he was employ me

when I heard what sounded like feet

I told you so, Alfred!

So I crept to the top of the stair,

but there was no-one there, so [I returned.

Well, thank you, Mr...

Steerpike, and you are welcome.

And may I say that standing before me

in your exquisite gown of darkness...

"Exquisite gown of darkness." Oh, that's good.

I have an overwhelming and instinctive desire to serve you.

A great and bounteous lady like you may be unwilling, I can understand that

but tomorrow, if I may...

Whispers: I shall remove that stain

I see on the hem of this exquisite gown that so becomes you.

Well, exquisite, bounteous

and - albeit stained - begowned sister?

I-t think we shall dress him in...

Pale grey.

Yes/

where shall I sleep?

♪ I heard a winter tree in song

♪ its leaves were buds a hundred strong

♪ when all at once it ceased to sing

♪ for every leaf had taken wing. ♪

Titus.

You will be free.

You made me late... you wicked boy!

Come on! Come on!

The ceremony of the bright carvings.

From the sunrise to the night of the moon...

In eternal day and eternal night...

What has been,

has always been,

and will always be...

Gormenghast!

Crowd: Gormenghast!

Carvers...

Create beauty for the delectation of the lord!

Deep chant: I am...

His lordship will now select the best carvings.

The rest will be burnt

Steerpike: Well, they've all got to go sooner or later.

Which one first?

Prunesquallor: We have been doubly privileged, your ladyships -

firstly the ceremony and then a visit from your good selves.

- Who's he? - I am your servant, madam.

Madam.

What's he here for?

Only your gracious patronage, ladyships. Only your favour.

- What was that? - Say it again.

Only your gracious favour.

- We'll give it to him. - No, we won't. Not yet.

We will you can take us home.

I am honoured.

Climbs faster than Virginia creeper.

- Cora: All this could be ours. - Clarice: All of it. The whole place.

- Clarice: We had a hundred servants once. - Cora: And livery, and coaches.

And she stole them.

- What did he say? - Say it again.

Lady gertrude stole them. Everybody knows.

- Wait! - Wart!

Both: Mr steerpike!

Your apartments, ladyships -

but, forgive my honesty, not apartments that are fit for ladyships.

What did he say?

It makes me mad, my lady.

My lady. It makes me mad, mad, mad!

I am in such a fury!

How can such gracious, bountiful,

generous, beautiful, superior...

- Both: Us? - Ladies be the victims

of such rascals and thieves?

It makes me mad!

I am your servant.

With your permission, I pledge my life and honour

to restoring you to your privileges.

- Our privileges? - Does he mean our servants?

- Our livery? - Our coaches?

And our thrones?

- We never had thrones. - We did!

All of it. Livery, thrones, servants, coaches - the lot.

- But what about gertrude? - Tell no-one what we've said,

and you can leave it to me.

We did have thrones, I remember!

- Lady Clarice... - Coral

lady Cora, you must try and concentrate on what I'm saying.

I have made a pledge.

Do you want your power back?

Both. Oh, yes!

Then I shall return.

Goodnight my sweet ladies.

Cora: What did he say?

Both: Sweet ladies!

Mmm...

Nannie: What's up, me little sweetness?

Oh, are you damp, me little adorable?

Flay: Come. Quick. Come.

Nannie: Now be a good little lordship. You're going to see your papa.

Oh, don't cry, don't cry. Oh, sssh.

Lord groan: Put him here.

I found these for him.

Sit with him, nurse, on the rug.

I have in mind... a family gathering

to confer, er...

- What is it nurse? - I am so tired me lord.

Then lie! Lie down.

This day week, at eight o'clock,

dress the boy in his christening robes and bring him here.

Inform those concerned.

If they are surprised, it doesn't matter. I want to do it

a gathering to arrange and confirm a breakfast for my son.

The countess, lady fuchsia, their ladyships Clarice and Cora...

Er...

And perhaps prunesquallor and his sister

yes, lordship.

Let me see him.

He has improved.

Not so hideous.

Nannie: He's a gorgeous little one, lordship.

Instil into him his time, his birthplace,

his heritage...

And a respect for all his fathers.

Will you?

Perhaps he won't like it.

Do it for me, nurse?

Flay, take mrs slagg back.

You need not return tonight. Have my room ready.

Flay: Lordship.

My son...

Oh... my son.

Gormengha-a-a-a-a-a...

Mad.

All mad.

Mmm!

About time, too, you miserable old groaner.

Where'd you get that?

Shame to let it rust don't you think?

Such wasters they are.

That is not for you to say, kitchen boy.

Doctor's dispensary clerk, as a matter of fact slagg.

And don't go trying to be superior with me. We're from the same place.

Out of me way, drainage.

And talking of places, I know exactly the one you're going to right now.

How can you know that? That is the business of his lordship and mr flay.

Oh, I'd say you were about to visit the simple sisters -

halfwit Clarice and halfwit Cora.

- Oh! - Or is it the other way round, slagg?

How dare you?!

How are you feeling, slagg?

Heart bad, legs weak?

It's about another mile, past the south wing and further.

- I'd say you should thank me. - What for?

I've done it for you.

I told them. Eight o'clock next Friday.

His lordship mentioned it to me. He didn't think you were up to it.

Whispers: To tell you the truth...

He wasn't sure whether you were fit enough to look after his son either.

Not fit?!

But his little lordship...

Don't worry - I saved your bacon.

I told him you had years in you yet.

Look what I've done for you already.

Us from the sewer should stick together, I'd say.

Oh, by the way, Clarice and Cora can't make it

illness is the cause, I believe.

Or is it dementia?

Anyway, pass it on to flay, would you?

And he'll think you made the journey yourself. Good morning, slagg.

"The young prince with stars for eyes and a half-moon for a mouth

"was asleep, and didn't know that the dwarf with brass teeth

"was creeping towards him..."

Master chalk!

Have you come to ask forgiveness for being away so long?

What is it master chalk?

What's wrong?

Steferpike: All of this.

Look. There - the tower of flints in the west wing, the blue dome

in the east, and the north wing and the great library over there.

Gormenghast mountains and the wilderness

as far as the eye can see.

All!

All and everything.

What else is there but gormenghast?

So who does it belong to?

- That's obvious. - Brother groan.

Who should it belong to?

- That's obvious. - Both: Us.

Mmm. Let's think about this.

Your brother has control over it all, that's true.

But is it right and proper?

Is it just?

Do you believe in justice?

Is it justice

that he has taken everything that is yours?

Do you believe this injustice should be destroyed?

So then how do you destroy your brother?

How has he done this to you?

Why is he so clever?

- He reads it all in books. - Exactly!

If he didn't have his books, he wouldn't be so clever, would he?

If he wasn't so clever, you could defeat him, couldn't you?

What's the best way to destroy books?

Um... I would burn them.

So would I. With fire.

The books are in the library.

- Oh, we oughtn't to burn the library! - Oh, no!

Lady Clarice, lady Cora...

I told you I come in serious errand.

Listen to this.

At the end of next week, his lordship, your brother,

is holding a gathering for the family, to discuss a breakfast

- for Titus. - A gathering for the family!

- We can wear purple! - No, the green!

- Purple! Purple! - Green! Green!

You're not invited.

Even prunesquallor and his silly sister have been invited,

but not lady Clarice and not lady Cora.

- Not invited?! - Lady Clarice?

- Lady Cora? - Not invited?

Not invited.

Personally, I think your plan to burn down the library is genius.

- We want to do it! - So do I

both: Burn it! Burn it! Burn it!

Sit down! At once!

I am pledged to help you, am I not?

If it is your desire,

I will give you instructions on how to burn down the library

when it is empty. But only if it is your desire.

- Can we walch it... - Both: Burn?

Do you want to be caught?

- No! - Then you can watch it from here.

You'll be quite safe.

A red flower.

Red, lordship?

I am a father

A red flower for my son.

Tell me. Once more.

Lady cilarice: We've been indoors...

- All the time. - We've been indoors...

- All the time. - We've been...

The library is now empty.

It's time we started, your ladyships.

Bookman: These nights

that the owls in the tower of flints seek their prey, as heretofore.

And although against all the usual tradition

and log and rhythm of the castle,

his lordship shall speak the matter on his mind.

It is for my son that I rewind the ritual -

a breakfast for him. For him.

For me.

Is it too much to ask? It shall be done, master secretary.

I say this day, two months...

Where is he?

He said to wait here.

Now.

Congratulations, my ladies.

You've never been braver or more brilliant

- will we get our coaches? - Of course,

but you must do as I've told you.

- Will we get our thrones? - You will have everything!

Now go back to your apartments and wait.

- Servants? - Everything!

Now go, at once.

- Everything coaches... - Everything thrones...

- Everything servants... - Everything power...

Lord groan: As I say,

master secretary...

Nannie slagg! The child!