lady, why is it...
That this evening is so
Extraordinary wonderful?
My lord, perhaps...
It is not easy to explain,
But it is probably because
You are with me tonight.
Oh, my lady,
When we are together,
All the flowers blossom
In the meadows,
I will say this, my lord...
It is time for me to go,
But I can't hurt the feelings
Of the little flowers.
I dind it pleasing and
Amusing,
That you like me,
And I like you even more.
That is wonderful!
Ding-ding-dong!
And this is just a mask
time has put on you.
Why? Oh, why?
Why were you mad at him
then?
- Why?
- You kissed him.
He passed away long ago.
But why did you kiss him?
Only to avenge you.
You danced with the general's
daughter.
- Dancing is not a sin.
- No.
You were whispering something
in her ear.
I was whispering:
one, two, three...
She couldn't follow the
rhythm.
- Funny.
- So funny I want to cry.
Can you forgive my wicked self
for kissing him?
I am so happy to see you.
How stupid.
I forgot how to cry.
Let's talk about something
else.
There is one important
matter.
There are two young people
in this house,
who will die if we don't
do something.
The Princess and the young man,
because of whom she ran away.
- They met?
- And had a dight.
Hit the drums!
- Blow the pipes!
- What pipes?
Don't pay attention, it's just
a court habit.
Get your swords out!
Prepare for battle!
Get up and going!
I get it.
Emily was married to the
palace commandant.
Hit the drums!
Get up and going!
He didn't know who
he was married to!
May his soul rest in peace.
- Did you see her?
- Yes.
She must be pale and weak?
She's tanned and running around
dressed like a boy.
- Is he here?
- Yes.
- Still in love?
- Very much so.
- Hurting?
- Indeed!
He deserves it, the bastard!
Heart drops, fast!
My apprentice is not
feeling well.
Give me those drops! Quick!
- He's not feeling well.
- This one?
Oh really! He won't notice
it if I die.
The new one! He won't eat, won't
drink and won't answer questions.
It is my daughter!
Oh my god!
- Who is your daughter?
- The new apprentice.
- It's the Princess in disguise.
- Well I'll be damned!
I almost hit her.
Can't you tell a boy
from a girl?
- And what about you?
- What?
All right, enough of that.
Where's the Princess?
Hey you! Don't shout at me!
My job puts me under
great pressure.
I don't like being shouted at.
If you want to show me my
mistakes, compliment me first.
Scoundrel!
He's a King.
Forgive me, Your Majesty.
I'll forgive you later.
Where's the Princess?
Sitting at the direplace,
looking at burning coals.
Take me to her.
I always remember your stories
about hunting.
Please be careful!
You have to take of yourself
for our sake!
We love you so much'
Your Majesty!
She'll open dire.
The Princess said she will
shoot anyone, who...
She won't shoot her own
father.
I don't think so.
I doubt it she will spare
even her own father.
Now he will shout at me
again.
Jesus, my throat is sore!
There's no job more hazardous
than the job of a courtier.
How true.
I am in terrible anguish!
I warn everyone.
She is sitting there, all
sad and miserable.
There is no way I can
help her.
That's how it is.
Who will dare to approach her,
talk to her,
console and comfort her?
Who?
- She will open dire.
- That's for sure.
So what?! You've been sentenced
to death anyway.
- Who will go first?
- Allow me.
That a boy!
No, you can't!
It's better if one of her close
ones went there.
For one who is in love the
closest seem the most distant.
The world has changed, but
they are still the same.
Gee, I haven't thought
about that.
But I will not cancel my order,
because I am a stubborn tyrant.
I feel the genes of my aunt
awakening in me now.
She was a hopeless fool.
Give me a hat and a
scrap of paper.
We shall draw lots.
we shall draw lots.
Ready.
Whoever draws the one with the
cross, goes to the Princess.
She is armed.
Let me