Le chevalier Tempête

[as the cease fire sounds, the mortally wounded Kleist staggers into Thorias' command post]

Thoiras:
Kleist!

Kleist:
[lapsing into German] Alles ist in Ordnung, Kamarad.

[Kleist dies]

Castellan:
I hope that one day I will have the honor of welcoming you to my camp.

Thoiras:
I look forward to it, Monsieur... as soon as it will be possible to-to wash off the dust of battle.

Castellan:
It would be a sacrilege to wash off that dust - it becomes you well, Monsieur. On you, it is a mantle of glory.

[Castellan and his entourage take their leave]

Thoiras:
[to Recci and Flins] He's right - glory, just like everything else, is reduced only to dust.

[Isobel has joined a convent]

Fran?ois de Ricci:
No! I refuse to let Isabelle lead the life of a recluse. It's not natural!

Mother Superior:
What do you know of it? In war, you have learned to defy death and to inflict it. Here we learn to defy death and prepare for it.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
By losing Isabelle, I've lost everything. I doubt they can do much for me.

La Comtessa:
No woman deserves such devotion.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
This one does!

La Comtessa:
If she loved you, she wouldn't have taken her vows.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
She thought I was dead.

La Comtessa:
But she exposed you to the Spanish! She saw you kissing another woman and, in her anger, denounced you, effectively sentencing you to death.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
Even if that is true, I forgive her. Jealousy is proof of love.

La Comtessa:
I see no other woman can console you.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
No.

La Comtessa:
Then I am happy. So many men comfort themselves with one woman, then run to another, then a third.

Guillot:
You're made of ice!

Lisette:
So melt me!

Guillot:
Am I not hot enough?

Lisette:
Only if you offer me a ring.

[last lines]

Isabelle de Sospel:
I have a wish. I hope God grants us a long time on Earth to love one another. If, by misfortune, he calls you back to him, I will ask him to let me follow you.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
I will ask him the same favor: to live a long, long time with you, not to live a moment longer than you.

Isabelle de Sospel:
Neither you without me nor me without you.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
Neither me without you nor you without me.

Fran?ois de Ricci:
Is it the name that counts or the man that bears it? The way that he bears it gives it beauty or ugliness.

[first lines]

French Soldier:
The members of the Defense Counsel, General.

Thoiras:
Show them in.

French Captain:
I wish I could share your optimism, Monsieur Thoiras!

Thoiras:
We are that remains of what was once a force of 600 men - that is a fact. We stand facing an army of more than 6000 men who pound us night and day with all the strength that they command -another fact. To expect under such conditions that men should be pushed to make sacrifices that are outside the limits of their resistance may be appear to be folly - yet another fact. But we have orders from the King which demand the defense of Casal at no matter what the cost... and we shall defend Casal - at no matter what cost!

Flins:
Monsieur Thoiras, you granted me permission to speak.

Thoiras:
I was ready to listen to your opinion, Flins, not your dishonor.

Thoiras:
You will be under the orders of Captain Kleist.

The Chevalier Ricci:
Captain Kleist is a mercenary, monsieur!

Thoiras:
Then I must tell you I prefer some mercenaries you seem to underrate, who do battle for money, to some gentlemen who do battle for glory.