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What news, Sire?
Does the child...?

Stillborn. A funeral is planned.

Have the tailors arrived
for our pavilion?

They are en route.

It is the talk of the court.

Sire,
my heart is heavy for your loss.

Ensure the talk does not abate.

Make it
the gossip of the card tables.

Leave us now.

Before we begin, Sire...

You will not address
the king directly.

I think he already has.

The men we apprehended wore
Spanish leather on their person.

If I wore a pair of clogs,
would that make me a Dutchman?

- You would have me be silent?
- Deeply.

I only wish His Majesty
to be aware...

...since we already have
a Spanish influence in our lives.

Her Majesty must remain abed
at least a week.

As for the condition of the child,
I have an explanation.

I cannot wait to hear it.

As you know Sire, Her Majesty
has enjoyed the company...

...of a little blackamoor, Nabo.

She liked to play games with him:
Peekaboo and so on.

As I understand it, shortly after
Her Majesty fell pregnant...

...Nabo hid
behind a piece of furniture...

...and jumped out upon her
to give her a surprise.

And he gave her
a look of such force...

...that it served to corrupt
the royal womb with darkness.

It must have been
a very penetrating look.

Where is the child now?

A wet nurse, out of sight.

- She has our trust.
- You're sure?

Quite sure, Your Majesty.

Very well. Fabien, do as you must.

Sire, we may have war
or we may have splendour...

...but I do not believe
that we can have both.

Then it must be war.

The Dutch will secure
their routes into West Africa...

...and we shall have
no part of them.

To see our rivals profit
in wealth and stature...

...from our own inaction
is not a price we should be paying.

As lucrative as these routes
may be for the Dutch...

...you cannot put
a price on glory, Sire.

The Dutch are mistaken.

And France has my wife
to thank for that.

You have no colour in your cheeks.

Unlike your daughter.

Please, husband. Where is she?

"Husband".

Do you know what Socrates
had to say about marriage?

He said: "By all means marry.

If you get a good wife,
you'll be happy.

Get a bad one,
you'll become a philosopher."

I must tell you, madam,
I am feeling very philosophical.

What we do here
resonates throughout the world.

Do you imagine William of Orange
if he knew what had happened here...

...would pause for a second
at our borders?

That he would see the king...

...and his country as anything other
than weak, debased...

...a laughing stock?

This was not
the act of a wife or queen.

This was
an act of sedition by a traitor.

- Where is our daughter?
- Your daughter is in God's mercy.

French when it pleases you,
Spanish when you choose to hide.

If the court thinks me an idiot...

...at least they think me worthy
of something. Even if it is pity.

You will find no pity from me.

Her Majesty looks unwell.
See that Masson tends to her.

Her confinement shall be extended...

...until she is fit to rejoin us.

When you first came to court,
do you remember what I told you?

That you would reward
any favour with interest.

And yet, I am still waiting...

...after you had me spread
all those lies for you...

...about your little blonde friend.

That's what I love about you.
You are so very patient.

Never doubt my affection for you.

Oh, by the king!

"The King invites you to a private
showing of diverse suits of lace..."

There was a domestic working
in the hallway of the birthing room.

- Yes.
- Pallid...

"...from the master tailors,
embroiderers..."

...green eyes,
a scar on her chin.

I want her name.

- "...in their honour." Mother!
- Aren't you thrilled?

Have we heard from Rossignol
on the cipher?

No.

The moment he sends word,
you shall fetch me.

Yes.

Pour venir manger ton ton.
Pour venir manger ton ton.

Thank you.

That is very expensive firewood.

If I do not burn these,
the rest shall die, Sire.

A greening disease is spread
in many, caused by flies.

But the root stock is strong.

And if we can girdle and graft
onto the budwood...

...scions take,
the trees propagate...

...the orchard is saved.

How do you know the root stock
is strong? What is the measure?

I make it my business...

...to know the provenance
of every tree Your Majesty receives.

This one...

...it came first
from the University of Strasbourg.

This one,
the Botanic Garden of Montpellier.

Before that: China, Arabia.

To know the seed
is to know the root.

To know the root is to know
the tree and the fruit that follows.

So, I burn the sick
to preserve the pure...

...and the king
shall have his orange blossom.

You're very well-spoken
for a soldier.

Words are weapons, Sire.
I've used many in my time.

But I'm a gardener now.

My gardener.

Just look at them.

A king either rules his ministers
or is ruled by them.

Only power controls a country.

And as of now,
the power lies with them.

It is time to show them who you are.

Without the documents of law
before us...

...my edict has no legitimacy.

Where are the archives
and why are they not before us?

Are they still on the road?

Sire, the decision was taken
to turn the caravan around.

Taken by whom?

The road from Paris
is very dangerous.

Especially when it approaches
the royal lands around this lodge.

We could not have
court materials taken hostage.

But that is exactly
what has happened.

The masters of the tailor's guild
arrived safely.

One would think the king's guard
also stand a chance of survival.

We think only of security.
We merely serve, Your Majesty.

For now.

If Monsieur Louvois
does not soon hold his tongue...

...I may volunteer
to hold it for him.

I would rather have an honest critic
than a false friend, Bontemps.

Sire, he seems to talk only
of his opposition to you.

He takes contrary positions
to all of your plans...

...then declares them thunderously
to anyone who will listen.

And long may he continue.

- I am sure I do not understand, Sir.
- You will.

What news of your son?

Bontemps?

Carmelite and lavender.

Do you like it?
Persian silk.

Leave it alone.

Forgive me, Monsieur.

The royal baby.

We all have a heavy heart.

I saw something.

I do not understand.

The child was alive
and the strangest colour.

What madness are you speaking?

I say this
in the strictest confidence...

...and in the spirit of loyalty.

My mother works for you,
thus I felt I must speak it.

You might help me join her there
in service? I'm so scared!

The doctors made every effort...

...but the pox was too strong,
the fever too much.

It took him.

I am with you in your loss.

Go home.

Sire, you are my home.

- You must grieve while you can.
- I will.

- Be with those you love.
- I am, Sire.

You defy me?

My place is with you.

God is punishing me for hurting
those closest to my heart.

He is testing you, Sire.

He is offering you a gift.

Vengeance and mercy
are both his to choose.

They are also yours.

I believe He placed this child
in your care for a reason.

- I've heard enough.
- She is strong. Let her live.

And then what?

Come now, truly.

Answer me.

Sire, I do not presume
any authority or judgement.

Of course not.

A secret such as this
has the power of a tide.

Once released, it will go
where it must, beyond our control.

And that will be
the end of my life...

...of your life,
of everything we know of this court.

- Sire, I meant only...
- Grieve your loss.

But do not forget your place.

That colour...

She needs the distraction.
It will pass.

- You sound very sure.
- You doubt my opinion?

I only see
that she has not recovered.

You have a different solution,
perhaps?

Why continue
if there is no improvement?

- Why not change what is being done?
- I am not going to argue with you.

Besides, what is done is done.

Have you packed the bags?

Father, stop this thinking.
It will be the end.

Of both of us
if we do not take measures!

Then let me help you.

We cannot unsee
what we have seen.

And they will kill us for it.

She needs us here.

Sire...

I serve you now
as I served your father.

He did things
as they have always been done.

I see you
as a very different kind of man.

Born in a new age.

Born perhaps years ahead of all
who love and follow you.

The choice is clear, Sire.

There are two paths.
One worn and one yet to be.

How you plant your next step ahead
in this moment...

...will determine
the way ahead for all of us.

We know how the kings of the past...

...would have moved
against this problem.

But you are different, Sire.

You are the king of our future.

The only question is,
what kind shall it be?

Add a monthly stipend
to the royal household.

Under what name should I...?

The pension
must remain outside of record.

Outside of all record.

Do as you must.

Baptise it thoroughly.

See how life fights death.

Cherish this moment.

It is God given.

Stop at once!

Fabien! Give her to me!

Our work protects the king.

Your work here is finished.

What chance does that wretch have
outside these walls?

That is not your concern.

Tomorrow, The Gazette de France
will report on funeral...

...with all consideration
of a royal passing.

A grave is prepared.

A grave error, to be sure.

How is he?

As you would expect.

He should be here.

The king does not mourn.

In public, perhaps.

In truth, anywhere.

It's not only protocol.
The man does not weep.

Not with you, perhaps.

It takes a woman to see it.

His heart will be full of sorrow.

His heart, if he has one...

...is a whole other matter entirely.

Is it not?

You look nice.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

...hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come...

...thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses...

...as we forgive
those that trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation...

...but deliver us from evil.

Now and forever.

Amen.

Amen.

- Who is that?
- He is your son.

Louis XIV.

Not yet, he's not.

A maid comes crying to you...

...with information
about the royal baby...

...and now she's dead.

Now we're told
we cannot leave Versailles...

...because the queen is unwell.

What's going on?
What is your brother hiding?

You know him better than anyone.

You be careful about what you say
and how loudly you say it.

Do you think the king would
think twice about dispatching you?

Perhaps the baby
was alive after all.

- We saw the child buried.
- We saw a box buried.

Your brother thinks you're weak.

You have
more power than you realize.

Use it.

I intend to.

This is your moment to shine,
my love.

- I know.
- Show them who you are.

The Spanish have fortified
Charleroi, Tournai, Douai and Lille.

Général Aumont has his troops
in the north: Turenne.

His battalions
lie to the east of Cambrai.

I say cut off all of Flanders,
along with Lille...

...and the large Spanish bases
in the East.

Bruges...

...Ghent...

...Brussels and Namur.

But we'd have to cut the Spanish
off from Tournai and Douai.

Who would lead our men?
Every man is accounted for.

There is one, perhaps.

But in truth, he may not be ready.

To meet here is too dangerous.

We cannot leave
while the queen is unwell.

- The king will not have it.
- Perhaps that is his intention.

Many noble families will ride in
for the carousel of fashion.

This is our moment to make our case.

I hear the Duc De Cassel
shares our intent.

- Then let him come.
- De Cassel does his own will.

He's too rich and too powerful to
listen to any other man but himself.

But if we were to persuade
his friends...

...then we might yet persuade him.

No matter what, the building
of Versailles must be stopped.

We grow in number every day.

And not even a king can stop a tide.

I have never seen
a cipher quite like this.

Even Rossignol cannot break it.

This was in Montcourt's rooms,
you say, yet he walks free?

- Free, but not unwatched.
- So we do not know what it says?

These symbols
share a common thread...

...with those we liberated
from the prisoners.

Spaniards?

Someone inside your court
was helping them.

Someone inside was a friendly face.

Then we must summon Montcourt to us.

Better to lie fallow
and collect information.

This paper was placed freely
upon Montcourt's bureau.

So he may not have known
its true purpose.

Well, one thing is clear.

There is a plot against you, Sire.

Montcourt has wounded you before
and he may try again.

The men are at war, and so are we.

The men use their swords,
we use our beauty.

But the end is the same,
my dear: Conquest.

This one is nice.

You'll need more than just a dress.

A filigree bracelet and
a necklace of diamonds, believe me.

But how will we pay?

Let me worry about that.
Your job is to bring me a king.

He's not even here.

When you gaze at a king,
do not avert your eyes.

Especially when you look
as you do right now.

You were never more beautiful
than at this moment.

Leave us.

Take it off.

There is talk of war.

Always.

My husband would love to fight.

Is that his desire?

He talks of nothing else.

If I send him
to the Spanish Netherlands...

...he may not return.

A glorious death
would not displease him.

That is my brother
you are talking about.

I speak it, Sire.

But you think it.

Well, a little death
is good for everyone.

Le Chevalier de Lorraine!

Philippe Duc d'Orléans!

Oh, look.

You mock me?

How can I not?

You are an embarrassment
to the king.

You mock me...

...you mock my brother
and that makes you a traitor.

If I smite you, you will fall,
which makes me a dead man.

Coward.

Stop!

! I think you've made your point.

Have you lost your mind?

You choose who I marry.

You choose where I live
and how much money I can spend...

...but you do not get to choose
what I wear and who I fuck.

Understand this.
Everything you are reflects on me.

I've been dressed like this
since I was three months old.

My goal in life
was to be less than you.

It was my duty, so that I would not
be the cloud in front of the sun.

You think it's hard to be a king?

Try being a king's brother
for a day.

You can't trick me.

I know what you are planning here.

And what you're hiding.

That's right.

I know you.

Brother.

I have never given you anything
other than my love and respect.

Is that what you say
while you're fucking my wife?

Someone has to!

Everything I have
I share with you...

...but you won't share the truth.

How can I have your back
if you won't tell me the truth?

There are some things
you cannot know.

That only a king can know.

- What happened to the baby?
- The child did not survive.

Don't you understand
how rumours start?

Your silence only fuels the fire.

Let me help you.

I have never uttered
an ill word against you, my brother.

It's not your words that worry me.

Brother.

Majesty, I wanted you to know
I've been praying for you.

Why?

As we sink into our deepest misery,
we must remember...

God's will is to rouse our souls
in longing for our promised Saviour.

Know that our redeemer liveth.

You are a whore.

You come to me for contrition
even as my king's seed...

...swells your belly.

We are all damned in this place.
Do you not see?

I am the queen of harlots,
and you're a pious puta.

And we can beg for mercy
all we like.

The hellfires are gaping
and will swallow us all.

Her Majesty is tired.
You must leave.

You tend to Her Majesty.
I will look for a poultice.

She's sick because of the birth.

Where is Nabo?

The poultice will reduce
the swelling of the womb.

- It is swelling for a reason.
- Do as I say!

Help me, please.

And call for the king.

Your Majesty, let me at least
make you comfortable.

Your Majesty?

Your Majesty!
Get my father! Quickly!

Your Majesty!

The north and the east
are out of the question.

We simply cannot...

You took it.

Brother, you are red in the face.

You took my tactic
and you gave it to him.

All my life I have longed for war,
even the smallest taste.

And now,
you're denying me again and again.

- Ask me who will lead the charge.
- Who will lead the charge?

You will.

Sire, you mentioned
that the man might not be ready yet.

I was talking about you, Louvois.

Congratulations, brother,
you are going to war.

Sire, the queen!

- It must be...
- God in heaven!

Push on her stomach where you feel
my hand, near the ovarium.

I'll pull it out
through her lower womb.

Pull what out?
If she dies, we both die.

There, I have it!

Her pulse is stronger.
We will never speak of this.

Speak of what?

Her Majesty was unwell, Sire,
and bled.

But I'm glad to say her condition
now looks as though it will improve.

So I see.

You may leave.

You will stay.

Privacy.

Show me your arm.
What is that in your hand?

Is this how you stopped
the bleeding?

Lie to me, you lie to God.

Afterbirth. I removed it
from her uterus. It is...

I know where it is.

How did you know
it would stop the blood?

A guess.

I am a midwife trained by my father.

I am also a student
of anatomy and medicine.

I do not recall signing
any laws allowing women doctors.

I took body parts...

...studied the organs...

...took down detailed notes
and drew them.

A justice
would have you burnt at the stake.

- If that's your command.
- My command...

...is that you will remain
close to me on medical matters.

As to your father's position,
in the eyes of the court...

...he will remain our physician.

But the advice I will heed
will come from you.

Bontemps, let in some air.

Unless you advise against it.

As long as we cover her,
fresh air will give much benefit.

Comfrey and calendula will aid
her healing, rosemary for the pain.

Don't look so surprised.

I've put many women to bed.

Noble opinion is ours.

We shall need more than that.

We have our tinder, but now
one of us must strike the flint.

If it is to be me...

...so be it.

I must tell you all.

I believe that very soon we shall
have a revolution in our country.

The world knows France
to be a master of the battlefield.

But one glimpse around
this glorious place will tell you...

...soon it will be our textile
mercers and our master tailors...

...who shall transform the world.

Our fashions will be revered
just as much for their beauty...

...elegance, refinement and grace.

The finest in the world.

Many of you
mentioned at the carousel...

...your desire to acquire
one of the emerald rings on display.

I'm afraid to say this was
never going to be possible...

...because I have bought
every single one.

As I wished you all to have one
as a gift at this very evening.

I hope you are enjoying
the orange blossoms.

I can trace these trees back
to the citrus forests of Arabia.

Which reminds me...
Montcourt!

How is your wife?

Dead, Sire.

She passed away
six weeks ago, sadly.

Thank you for the speed
with which you rushed back to court.

I can see you didn't even have
time to change after the funeral.

- These are not my mourning clothes.
- Not your evening clothes, either.

Neither are they French clothes,
Montcourt.

Your father, the Baron, inherited
his title from his grandfather, no?

Yes, Sire.

Yet this was a title originally
bequeathed to his grandmother.

The Baroness of Saint-Maur.

But she married
no higher than Seigneur.

Seigneur Charles de Saint-Maur
no less, Sire.

And no more, sadly, for you.

A farmer's son might call himself
Charles de Saint-Maur...

...if indeed
that is where he was born.

Your father was
a common man with a fiefdom...

...a vassal to his overlord...

...the true noble,
the Grand Seigneur.

Isn't that right, Montcourt?

You might be labelled a vassal,
perhaps, or a peasant.

Yet you seek to raise yourself
above those men...

...both of whom would gladly sweat
and toil to feed their families...

...pay their taxes and
honour their duties to their king.

You think yourself above them,
yet you lie far below.

You pay nothing and do nothing...

...which leads me to believe
you are nothing.

Which begs the question...

What is a nothing doing at my court?

I can find you my papers, Sire.

I beg you allow me
to prove my worth.

The papers are all here, Montcourt,
after an inexcusable delay.

As to the delay, Sire,
as I mentioned...

...we did not wish to bother you
with trivial affairs of the state.

I am the state!

It has come to my attention that
many of you are uncomfortable here.

On our visits to Versailles.

Many of you prefer Paris...

...or your lands and estates,
which you so dearly miss.

Some only a short ride away.

To all of you, I say this...

You will soon get used to it...

...and we shall all soon discover
who we are.

Your noble birth
freed you from our taxes.

Your falsehood
has condemned you to pay.

- I have no money but my estate.
- Take his keys, then.

- What do I do, Sire?
- You will think of something.

- You, what is your name?
- Pierre de la Croix.

God smiles on you, la Croix.

I do not know that man.
He does not belong in our court.

The time has come to prove to me
who you are, all of you.

You can rest assured
I will do the same.

We are all under suspicion now.

Every single noble family
must produce their papers...

Mother, what is all this proof
everyone is talking about?

Proof is proof, my dear.
We have nothing to worry about.

Now go and enjoy yourself.

Pull up a chair.

I said a chair, not a stool.

A chair with arms.

Only a king may sit next
to His Majesty in a chair with arms.

You're more than a king.

You're my friend.

I would very much like
to hear stories about your son.

In his last hours...

...he asked me to tell him
about my life with you.

And what did you say?

I told him the truth.

That it is God's gift
to me to be by your side.

That the gardens seem so glorious...

...that they themselves
gave birth to beauty...

...and might steal
the breath from any man.

I also told my son he would one day
work and live in my place.

That he might find himself part
of the finest family in the world.

All of whom dare to dream
they might one day live like a king.

Or a queen.

In a palace
that will seduce your eyes...

...and steal your heart.

And that one day,
when we are all gone...

...they will write stories
about this place of wonder.

But when they do,
I fear those that hear it...

...might not believe it.

And think it
some kind of fairy-tale.

Oh my God!

Did your son approve of the dream?

He asked me
if that was where he was going.

I told him it was.

Some would say
your son is in a better place.

I believe that true paradise
lies in his father's arms.

To be here with you
in this moment.

But that is not our choice.

God has made his plans
and we cannot question his design.

Just as my people
cannot question mine.

But they will.

They mean to kill me, friend.

They would kill us all
to preserve the past.

They may even succeed...

...but change
will come no matter what.

And if we are to endure,
there is only one course.

Which is what, Sire?

We must lay our own foundation here.

Why here, Sire?

Because I will not be
the king of Paris.

I know who I am.

I am Louis XIV.

I am King of France.

Now these nobles
must prove their worth to me.

See how they run.