:43:33
A Saxon queen.
:43:34
Confound the dog!
Is there no end to his insults?
:43:37
- Why does he plague me so?
- Forget him, Your Highness.
:43:40
His strutting cannot harm you.
You're too well-loved.
:43:43
Wake up. The crown is not so firmly on my
head that I can let a rebel tilt at it in public.
:43:48
You speak of the dead, Your Highness.
:43:51
- He now faces Bois-Guilbert.
- I hope he cleaves him so he splits in two.
:43:58
We know you, sir knight.
:43:59
From this moment on, at any time,
at any price, we are your men.