the fish.
- The two of you?
- Yes, Mademoiselle.
Strange!
You must find Arthur immediately.
- Yes, Mademoiselle.
- Betsy!
Betsy, this is your dowry.
Robin Hood,
the Chief of the Brigands.
What a beautiful little
yacht you are!
If I put you in the water to sail,
promise you won't sink?
No, of course not!
I've got such a good captain!
All right, then. We'll try you out.
Oh, what a boat!
My lovely little boat,
sail the waves...
Give it back to me, you've played
with it enough. How did you get it?
I swear by Andersen and the Grimms,
this is something special.
Listen here, you little weed,
is this boat yours?
I ran after it all the way down the
stream till I thought I would die.
Yes, it's awful.
Come, sit over here, child.
There.
Here's your precious boat.
- What's your name, child?
- Assol.
Assol!
It's good that you got such
an unusual and musical name.
Like the whistle of an arrow,
or the roar of a seashell.
- And what is your name, sir?
- My name is Egl.
What are you doing here?
I was remembering the subjects of
Finnish and Japanese tales
when suddenly the stream brought this
yacht. And right after it you appeared.
Just as you are.
- What do you have in your basket?
- Toy boats.
- That one's a steamer.
- What a big boat!
And three houses where soldiers live.
Oh, the soldiers! Very good!
You were sent to sell them.
On the way you began to play.
You put your boat in the water,
and it sailed away.
- Were you watching or did you guess?
- I knew.
Because I'm the chief of all
the sorcerers.
Don't be afraid of me, Assol.
In fact, I want to speak to you
frankly.
This girl's face expresses the
expectation of a beautiful destiny.
Why had I not been born a poet?
What a glorious theme!
Listen to me carefully.
I don't know how many years
will go by,
but in Caperna
a legend will come to flower...
That will be remembered a long time.
You will be grown, Assol.
Yes, you will be grown.
And one day, far out to sea,
the sun will shine upon a white ship
with scarlet sails.
The white ship
will slice through the waves
and move right toward you.
The miracle ship
will sail silently,
without shouts or shots, amidst
the sounds of beautiful music.
The ship will approach
majestically,
and a fast skiff, gilded and decorated
with flowers will come from it.
And you will see
a brave and handsome young prince.
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And he'll help you into the skiff,
and you will leave forever
for a splendid country
where the stars will descend from
the heavens to greet you.
- When will that be?
- Not so soon, child.
You must grow up first.
Be patient...
It will happen, I promise you.
And what will you do then?
I would love him...
that is, if he doesn't fight.
No, he won't fight.
Run along, and peace be
on your tender head!
Go on.
And believe me, it will happen!
Tell me, will the sorcerer's ship
really come for me?
Since it's been promised you,
it will come.
You'll have your scarlet sails.
Sleep now, you're so tired.
A passerby had his joke
with my little daughter.
Well, it is a kind joke.
The future will show you many
a sail, not scarlet,
but dirty and evil.
I will not take this toy from you.
You'll grow up and forget about it.
And the stars will descend
to congratulate me?
There will be stars, and a magic
ship. Go to sleep.
Give a poor man
something to smoke.
I'd be glad to, but my tobacco is
in the other pocket.
I don't want to wake up
my daughter to get it.
Big to-do! So she'll wake up
and then go back to sleep again.
And a passerby will have a smoke.
Come back later on.
Ah, some princess she is!
You've sure got those foreign ships
stuck in her head! Some father!
Listen, you!
Get out!
So he refused me