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Forbidden. My name is James West.

I'm with the government and I have business with your prince.

Not to approach.

I said I'm with the government.

That will do.

Prince Gregor. I'm Agent West.

I was told that a special agent had been assigned by your president to escort my

family to New Petersburg.

And that he was a most capable man.

And why didn't you tell your men?

I'm glad to see that my information was correct on both counts.

I welcome you.

Thank you.

Interesting.

A new addition to the royal family.

Shall I, sire?

I can easily pick him up.

The proper time and place will eliminate them.

Tell Princess Lena I wish to see her.

Really, Gregor, dashing about this wild country, you might have been shot by

buffaloes or trampled by Indians.

Fortunately, Auntie.

I was able to escape both perils.

This is Mr.

James West.

How do you do? The Dowager Duchess Sophia of Kurovnia.

You are Hungarian.

I can tell the mug your eyes.

No, I'm afraid not, Your Grace.

Really?

You remind me so much of a Hungarian count I knew as a girl.

Bruno was.

Well, no matter.

How desperately I need a knave of spades.

My sister, Lena.

Mr. West is the official escort from his country.

An escort of one?

Your Highness,

I was concerned when you returned late from your ride. I am sorry, Captain.

Captain Zalvov guards me and my family.

Mr. West has been loaned to us by the United States.

Since we are on a hunting expedition in his country, his government would want

no unpleasant incident to mar our journey.

You're a talented skirmisher, Mr. West.

Thank you, Captain, but I had the advantage. I'm on home ground.

Threatful, uncooperative cards.

Are we going to spend another night in this terrible prairie, Gregor?

No, Auntie. We should break camp at once.

We should reach the house of Petrovsky before nightfall.

Petrovsky is a Kirovnian compatriot who emigrated here and became rich and

famous in your land of opportunity.

Captain, I tend to your oldest highness.

Do make yourself comfortable, Mr. West.

My niece, Princess Lena, will extend to you our famous Kirovnian hospitality.

Gregor?

Tea, Mr. West?

Yes, thank you.

Tea, Maria.

Tell me, Mr. West, are we in any danger from the hordes of red Indians I've read

so much about?

Oh, they've got a lot more to fear from us, I can assure you.

Clumsy fool.

Yes, aren't we?

I will never get used to the customs of your country, Mr. West.

I'm beginning to think I'll never understand the customs of your country.

You're very kind, sir.

And you're very pretty.

It's my pleasure.

What a beautiful beast.

And what a wonderful addition to our collection of hides.

You dare?

Your Highness, you're an Indian country, and according to our treaty with the

Indian, only they can hunt the buffalo.

Not even visiting royalty?

No, Your Highness, not even visiting royalty.

Of course, this is America.

As Mr. West is right again, Captain, the rules of the house prevail.

Thank you.

One day, Mr. West, you may not be right and you'll have to pay a forfeit.

Captain!

Kowalski's house is up ahead.

Are you ready?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Pyotr Petrovsky, you entertain handsomely.

Old world food and hospitality in the new land.

This feast alone would be worth the trip halfway around the world.

I'm humbly honored, Your Highness.

We are all honored.

To our deliverance from the dreadful perils of the prairie.

And let us all drink to our host and to his fine...

And beloved husband, Ivan Ivanovich,

killed by that fiend Valkovich.

Not only has he torn my heart apart, but my country as well.

Kupcha!

Auntie? Go ahead.

Hate me for spoiling the party.

No, no.

Crying purifies the heart.

Oh, my dear one.

You are

Hungarian, I know.

You will understand.

We had no children.

Ivan Ivanovich and I look upon Lena and Grisha as our very

own.

Dear Ivan Ivanovich, our country is in chaos.

When the people are united under the leadership of his nephew,

his dearest wishes will be fulfilled.

If I may be permitted a toast.

May peace come quickly to Korovinia.

And may Count Bolkevich and his followers return to the hell they sprang

And now my toast.

To my brother's impending marriage to the Countess Ilana.

It's too soon to be talking of marriage while the rivers of Korovinia still run

red.

And now if an outsider may make a toast.

Outsider? You are one of us, Mr. West.

Thank you.

To your American visit.

May it be filled with pleasure.

Maria, you will dance for us.

No, Your Highness, I dare not.

I command you.

Okay, Nikolai.

That is a disgusting display.

Bravo, sister.

Your education in Vienna and Paris has not been wasted.

You've learned how to make a servant girl cry.

More wine.

Music. This is a night for merriment and laughter, isn't it?

So young, so easily shocked to discover that her brother, Prince though

he is, is a man.

With a man's eye for a shapely wench.

Even my darling Ivan Ivanovich could not resist pinching a servant girl from

time to time.

was a disgusting, abandoned display.

Forgive me, Your Highness.

It's not your dancing.

My sister's outburst.

She has a sharp tongue, but she would never do anything deliberately to hurt

you.

No, Johannes.

It was all my fault.

I made a spectacle of myself in front of everybody.

It was I who commanded you, huh?

Maria.

You danced delectably.

You know something?

Huh?

I don't think that horse cares very much for a crying woman, either.

Oh

It's all right. He's just stunned.

Grisha!

Grisha!

No, no, no.

Auntie, thank you to Mr. West. I'm all right.

Volkovich's men?

I'm afraid so, Captain.

How many were there, sir?

I don't know. Search the grounds at once, sir.

Thank you.

We are in your debt, sir.

If there is any way I can repay the favor... You can, and right now.

How, Mr. West?

Who is this Bolkovich?

And why is he trying so desperately to capture you?

Yes, I think you have earned our confidence.

But let's talk about this in the house.

Grisha, are you really all right? Yes, yes, auntie. Now stop clocking.

Howdy, Sheriff.

There'd be quite a few people leaving town around here.

Yep. The counter, they're shooting.

Oh? Has there been some shooting?

Well, strictly speaking, it ain't started yet.

You mean you're expecting it?

I'm dead certain of it. Careful now.

You know, up till now, this has been a nice, peaceful little settlement. Full

Russians, you know.

Yes, so I understand. Look, Sheriff, there's a Prince Gregor of Kurov

royalty who will be coming to town here soon.

Well, now, that's one problem. That's why folks are all leaving town.

They don't want to be around when the two parties get together.

Two parties?

Who's the other?

A fellow named Balkovich, who don't exactly write love letters to that

friend of yours.

He's got quite a group with him.

And I'll give you a piece of advice. Tell that prince to stay clear of the

Prince Gregor happens to be an official guest of our country, Sheriff.

So if you don't mind, the United States government would appreciate something

more substantial than just advice, like maybe a little help from you.

Well, now, that's the other problem.

They got no deputies.

Mr. Gordon, and seeing as how this is not a local matter, I don't see or hear

nothing. I don't relish getting caught up in an argument that crossed half a

world to light here.

Tell me something, Sheriff. If shooting did happen to break out, don't you think

it just possible that some local people might get hurt?

Well, no, that's usually the case.

Of course, if you get a victim and you show me the killer, I'll be happy to use

the badge.

Well, it's nice to know that you're really there when the chips are down.

Well, now, look at it my way.

I'll still be here when both sides are in and out. Then I can go back to

in drunks and light -fingered Charlies. You know, up till now, a stolen horse

was a crime wave.

Always wonderful to find a man who upholds the high standards of his

Sheriff.

Well, if it's any consolation to you, what'd you say your name was?

Gordon. Well, Mr. Gordon, if it's any consolation to you, when the other party

comes to me... My answer will be the same.

Well, thank you very, very much, Sheriff.

That makes everything just fine.

Uh, what did you say the name of that other party was?

Bolkovich.

Please, stop clucking. I'm all right.

Now I know that Volkovichor's men were our late visitors.

What is it they wanted? The same thing we want.

The royal icon, the Virgin of Kurovgrad.

Many years ago, when our people first came to settle here in America, our

brought with him the sacred icon to bless the settlement of New Petersburg.

The icon is the spiritual symbol of leadership.

Whoever possesses it can reunite Kurovnia and rule.

He wants the icon and your throne.

He is an evil pretender who will stop at nothing to rule.

Ever since he slaughtered my husband, there has been nothing but civil war and

killings. Because of him, many of our people have fled.

Only the icon's return can bring peace again.

How do you know, Mr. West?

I know what the icon is and that it's in New Petersburg.

But as to who has it... Only I know that.

And I'd rather not reveal it.

Providence forbid, Gregor.

It suddenly should happen to you. No.

That knowledge imposes a heavy burden.

It's too dangerous for anyone else to share.

Here, with the good wishes of our Master Petrovsky.

To warm you on this bitter night.

It is a bitter night.

Vodka for the pure heart and the thirsty.

Yes, but we are on guard duty.

This bottle, see how it fits the hand. As gracefully shaped as a woman.

Drink,

drink, drink.

Svenje.

You like the deck?

These men aren't drunk.

They've been drugged.

Mr. West?

Mr. West?

Mr. West?

Mr. West? Mr. West?

Valkovich and his men are in the house.

flag of Prus.

What do you want?

What would you say if I told you I have an offer for you?

I would say beware of murderous tartars bearing gifts.

Kurovnya is torn apart.

There could be peace if we desire it.

Most interesting, Count Bolkovich, considering your past efforts at

country into chaos.

But tell me what you propose to achieve this peace.

Our houses are both old and armored.

Yes. So, why should we fight when we can

unite?

If representatives of both our houses should merge into the bonds

of matrimony.

You, for instance?

And Princess Lena.

Stay, Captain.

So, we have a voice of reason among us.

You refuse to negotiate.

Your flag of truce is soiled. I suggest you leave at once.

You've interfered with me and my men for the last time, Mr. West.

Captain, I'm sure you realize we're hopelessly outnumbered.

Why invite Volkovich's attack?

Forgive me, Your Highness.

What do we do now?

We stay here. We're sitting ducks.

I suggest we move on to New Petersburg.

I say we do not.

There's little cover and much chance of an ambush.

We should wait for my men to recover.

More important even than life itself is the icon.

It must be secured.

You frightened me, Artie.

Hello, James.

Hey, you got a full moon out. It's a great night for werewolves.

And Balkovich.

Well, I've heard about that gentleman. Any sign of him yet?

No sign.

Captain, this is my partner, Artemis Gordon.

How did he... Princess Lena is missing. I searched the entire camp.

I got your note.

Why did you want to meet me out here?

Your temper, princess, is exceeded only by your beauty.

I am not the man who is easily dissuaded from his own purpose.

Consider again what it means to Gorovnia.

After all these generations to arrange an abacumal liaison between our two

families. I would sooner take the vows with a toad.

You may be noble and self -sacrificial as far as your own person is concerned,

but when it will cost the life of your eagle brother... If it comes to that, my

brother knows how to die without whimpering.

Oh, yes, so thought your uncle, the late Grand Duke Ivankurov.

I could have succeeded then had he not sent the icon to America before I had

killed.

Want to go free?

Do you want to spare the life of your brother?

Then tell me, where in New Petersburg the icon is?

Princess, you've only seen my better side up till now.

That's all she's going to see. Don't move.

If I must trade the icon for Lena, then that is what I will do.

Your Highness, that's the worst possible thing you could do.

Count Bulkovich has abducted the princess for only one reason.

That's to force you to give up the icon in exchange for her release.

Exactly. Why shouldn't I?

What's to assure you that he won't kill her after he receives the icon?

Oh, what can I do?

I think it's important we leave for New Petersburg immediately.

Because if he gets his hands on that icon first somehow, the princess is in

trouble. You won't even need her then as a hostage.

Prince Gregor, you overruled me in the matter of leaving the safety of

Petrovsky's house.

You overrule me again now if you listen to them.

Captain Zavov, this is no time for recriminations.

We must leave at once.

Mr. West, when this ugly business is finished, you and I have much to settle.

I'd sure love to have a sample of his handwriting.

Why, Artie?

Yeah, I found this note in the clearing where Lena was kidnapped.

In Russian.

Which, as it happens, I can't read. I can talk it, but I can't read it.

Well, that's not much good unless you can translate it, is it?

Artie, anyone else know about this note?

Haven't shown it to anybody else.

I want to know what it really says before somebody tells me something

I've got a feeling somebody here might have set the princess up for the kidnap.

We'll find someone in New Petersburg that can translate that note.

Let's get going, Artie.

Right.

Thank you, Captain.

This is not quite the lavish reception I expected.

Oh, it's better than the reception Boltovich had planned for you.

Listen, I've made arrangements for rooms over at the hotel.

Why don't I go over and see what kind of help I can get for the ship? Captain,

will you escort the women to their quarters at once?

Excuse me, Mr.

West, there is something I must attend to. The icon.

Yes.

Good. Maybe I'll just stick with you, huh, Prince?

Father, I am Prince Gregor Kurov of Kurovnia.

Welcome, Your Highness.

Your visit has been anticipated.

I am pleased.

Shall we get to the point?

The Lord watch between me and thee.

While we are...

One from another.

Prince Gregor.

You were a mere boy when I left Kurovnia with the icon and half the medallion.

How I have longed to see the blessed symbol return to rightful hands.

It is here.

Fury Father.

The West.

The sacred icon.

Dear Holy Mother, please.

Send Princess Lena back safely to us.

She will, I promise you that. But when, merciful heaven?

Prince Gregor, a word with your most serene royal highness.

Interested in a trade, your highness?

One slightly frayed princess for an old icon?

And you have until the morning before this offer is withdrawn.

Precious half hour is almost gone, and still Mr. West is not back.

He'll be here.

Your Highness, let me go after the princess. My life's not important.

No, Sobov.

Your death would not bring my sister back.

Besides, I promised Mr. West I would wait a half an hour.

Twenty -eight minutes by the watch.

Two minutes to spare.

Well, anyone we know?

Artie, this is one of Balkovich's men. I ran into him in the street. I have a

feeling when he comes to, he's going to tell us who Balkovich is working with.

It's someone in your crew, Prince.

That's not possible.

On the contrary, Your Highness, it is.

We'll prove it once this man comes to.

Artie, do you have the key to the store room?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Well, let's lock him up.

Sorry to upset your plans, Duchess.

Just make yourself comfortable.

How soon, Count?

Perhaps a few minutes.

Get all prepared.

Good.

Someone is coming from the hotel.

My blessings upon you all.

And I would like to talk with Count Balkovich, if you please.

I am Count Balkovich.

And you?

The humble bearer of an icon.

Even so.

But first, a promise of forgiveness and mercy for

the prince and his family.

Yes, yes.

Springs of mercy and forgiveness are deep within me, of course, of course.

Count Valkovich, twice blessed, is he who raises

up his enemies from the dust.

and binds up his wounds.

Yes, yes, yes, the icon, the icon.

I see a man generous in spirit, forgiving as can be, indeed a

philosopher of the world, in a manner of speaking. It might perhaps not be too

much to say that your noble heart... Ah, little father, I am not a patient man.

I would not keep from you.

What made you change your mind?

I forgot to tell you. I always go with a hard hand.

Oh, well, if you'd like to fill it out to the royal flush, the queen card is

locked down in the storm cellar.

West, I admit having been a fool. Accept my apologies.

Accept it, Captain.

I must know, how did you suspect... that my aunt Sofia was in sympathy

with Balkovic.

Well, the priest translated the note that Lord the Prince is to the meeting

place. It was addressed to Leninska, which in Kirovnia, I was told, is a term

familiar endearment usually used by an older person to a younger.

Only royalty could address royalty so familiarly.

But why did she do it?

Very simple.

She knew that once Prince Gregor assumed the throne, she would be driven from

power.

I must ask one more favor of you gentlemen, huh? Yes.

I would be honored if you would come to Kirovnia and witness my coronation.

Well, of course, by all means. It would be a pleasure. And his marriage.

Well, congratulations, Your Highness.

Your Highness, you know there's another American custom.

Oh, what is that?

Kissing the bride.

Oh.

After the ceremony.

Thank you.