| (1, 0) 7 | The big lantern up there's still going strong. |
| (1, 0) 11 | I heard the watch calling midnight as I came here. |
| (1, 0) 12 | Shall I take the crown, ma dame? |
| (1, 0) 14 | Wasn't the dancing on the green a delight? |
| (1, 0) 15 | You could see the knights from France were enjoying it all so much … |
| (1, 0) 17 | Yes ma dame. |
| (1, 0) 18 | I heard one of the Frenchmen say how strange |
| (1, 0) 19 | It was to see the courtly dances of Aquitaine |
| (1, 0) 20 | Here on a castle green in North Wales. |
| (1, 0) 21 | They didn't realise how you'd brought |
| (1, 0) 22 | The graces and manners of Toulouse |
| (1, 0) 23 | With you to the wilds of Wales. |
| (1, 0) 32 | Why didn't you dance, ma dame? |
| (1, 0) 39 | But no one can dance the French steps |
| (1, 0) 40 | As beautifully as you. |
| (1, 0) 41 | You'll have to lead the dancing |
| (1, 0) 42 | Come your son's wedding, just as you've done |
| (1, 0) 43 | When all your other children married. |
| (1, 0) 47 | Shall I let down your hair now, |
| (1, 0) 48 | And comb it before you go to bed? |
| (1, 0) 54 | Le roi Marc était corracié |
| (1, 0) 55 | Vers Tristran, son neveu, irié; |
| (1, 0) 56 | Da se terre le congédia |
| (1, 0) 57 | Pour la reine qu'il ama. |
| (1, 0) 59 | It's Marie de France, ma dame. |
| (1, 0) 60 | You taught me the words. |
| (1, 0) 63 | She sings the kind of song I understand. |
| (1, 0) 64 | That moves me. Not like our bards. |
| (1, 0) 65 | Their poetry's too cold and too clever |
| (1, 0) 66 | For a country girl like me. |
| (1, 0) 68 | En sa contrée en est allé, |
| (1, 0) 69 | En Sud Galles oû il fut né … |
| (1, 0) 72 | Was Tristan a Frenchman then? |
| (1, 0) 73 | How was he born in South Wales? |
| (1, 0) 74 | En Sud Galles oû il fut né. |
| (1, 0) 75 | Brecon's young lord, Gwilym Brewys, has French blood then? |
| (1, 0) 76 | When I was looking at him out there tonight I was thinking of Tristan. |
| (1, 0) 78 | Oh … ma dame! What did I say? |
| (1, 0) 80 | Look in the mirror, ma dame. |
| (1, 0) 81 | You'll see two braids, just like Isault's … |
| (1, 0) 82 | My lip's bleeding where your ring caught me. |
| (1, 0) 85 | Didn't you see them as you came here? |
| (1, 0) 88 | The doorkeepers sleeping! |
| (1, 0) 89 | Shall I go wake them? |
| (1, 0) 92 | It's already May Day. |
| (1, 0) 93 | And already the lads and girls |
| (1, 0) 94 | Are out there in the groves, dancing. |
| (1, 0) 95 | Hands held around the maypole |
| (1, 0) 96 | Then they'll be pairing off, the couples |
| (1, 0) 97 | Creeping away. I don't suppose |
| (1, 0) 98 | That many of them will reappear before dawn. |
| (1, 0) 99 | Oh, those country boys know how to have fun too |
| (1, 0) 100 | Ma dame. |
| (1, 0) 102 | Of course. The first time was when I was fifteen. |
| (1, 0) 103 | You've never been out under the maypole? |
| (1, 0) 108 | The trees are so still now. I can't even |
| (1, 0) 109 | Hear the sounds of the sea. It's at its far ebb. |
| (1, 0) 110 | If I were a Princess, on a May Day eve like this |
| (1, 0) 111 | I'd put all my duties aside. |
| (1, 0) 116 | Good night then. God be with you ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 592 | Have you woken ma dame? |
| (2, 0) 594 | All night long? Not slept at all? |
| (2, 0) 599 | The weight of his disappointment, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 600 | His disappointment far outweighs his anger. |
| (2, 0) 601 | Does it hurt your leg? |
| (2, 0) 607 | The Prince says you're only to stay in chains |
| (2, 0) 608 | Until today is out. |
| (2, 0) 611 | I can try to ease your discomfort. |
| (2, 0) 612 | I've brought some wine. |
| (2, 0) 614 | Yes. To attend to you, and do your bidding. I'm free |
| (2, 0) 615 | To come and go – the guard's been told. |
| (2, 0) 618 | A mute carries no tales. |
| (2, 0) 623 | Will you have some wine? |
| (2, 0) 626 | The third, yes. |
| (2, 0) 630 | No, ma dame. I'm not a princess. |
| (2, 0) 631 | I've never even had a room of my own. |
| (2, 0) 635 | But you never were a talkative one, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 640 | The sixth hour. |
| (2, 0) 649 | You haven't slept for three days, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 650 | You haven't eaten any of the food that's been sent |
| (2, 0) 651 | To you. No wonder your mind's agitated. |
| (2, 0) 653 | I told you, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 654 | To see if you needed anything. |
| (2, 0) 656 | Yes ma dame. He did. Otherwise |
| (2, 0) 657 | The guard wouldn't have let me pass. |
| (2, 0) 661 | I don't know. He mentioned nothing about that. |
| (2, 0) 666 | Some military construction – I'm not sure … |
| (2, 0) 669 | I didn't pause to get a proper look. |
| (2, 0) 670 | A little more wine, ma dame? |
| (2, 0) 676 | It's hard to see properly from this window. |
| (2, 0) 680 | Ma dame – don't ask me. Please. |
| (2, 0) 681 | I beg of you, let me leave you now. |
| (2, 0) 684 | A gallows, ma dame. A gallows. |
| (2, 0) 690 | Not you ma dame. It's not for you. |
| (2, 0) 692 | The gibbet … is for Gwilym Brewys. |
| (2, 0) 694 | Ma dame? Ma dame? |
| (2, 0) 695 | Oh Ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 697 | Take a little more wine. |
| (2, 0) 698 | There we are. |
| (2, 0) 699 | You frightened me, my lady. |
| (2, 0) 701 | It's not surprising. |
| (2, 0) 702 | What with not having slept or eaten. |
| (2, 0) 703 | And the shock of … |
| (2, 0) 705 | A few seconds. Why? |
| (2, 0) 707 | Nothing ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 708 | It only stopped a moment ago. |
| (2, 0) 711 | Yes. It's finished. |
| (2, 0) 714 | Yesterday. At about mid-day. |
| (2, 0) 715 | The Court was alive with rumours all morning. |
| (2, 0) 716 | Bishop Cadwgan had been summoned by the Prince, |
| (2, 0) 717 | And he'd suggested that the young Lord |
| (2, 0) 718 | Had come into your rooms through witchcraft. |
| (2, 0) 724 | Your temple's bleeding, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 727 | The Royal Court was assembled. |
| (2, 0) 729 | No. He'd been sent away to Cardigan. |
| (2, 0) 730 | That same morning. |
| (2, 0) 732 | It's said that Ednyfed Fychan |
| (2, 0) 733 | Did plead for the young Lord's life, |
| (2, 0) 734 | So as not to antagonise England |
| (2, 0) 735 | And the Marcher lords. That plea failed. The Prince |
| (2, 0) 736 | Wouldn't listen. Not even to a plea |
| (2, 0) 737 | For a beheading rather than a hanging. |
| (2, 0) 738 | He wanted a common thief's execution for Gwilym |
| (2, 0) 739 | In front of a crowd of ghouls, rather than |
| (2, 0) 740 | A death more fitting to a nobleman. |
| (2, 0) 741 | Ednyfed Fychan was shocked by the sentence. |
| (2, 0) 742 | Even when the courtiers filed out |
| (2, 0) 743 | He still sat there, ashen, and silent. |
| (2, 0) 745 | Yesterday afternoon, ma dame. |
| (2, 0) 746 | The hanging's set for early morning, now, |
| (2, 0) 747 | Before the hour of mass. |
| (2, 0) 748 | A crowd's been gathering for two hours or more |
| (2, 0) 749 | Outside the fortress gates. |
| (2, 0) 751 | Yes. |
| (2, 0) 753 | Bishop Cadwgan was with him for an hour |
| (2, 0) 754 | Last night. He's with him again now. |
| (2, 0) 757 | No one's allowed near his cell. Not even |
| (2, 0) 758 | Near the dungeon sentries. The knights |
| (2, 0) 759 | Who rode up here with him are also imprisoned. |
| (2, 0) 760 | But last night, ma dame, after the Bishop left his cell, |
| (2, 0) 761 | I walked quietly past the dungeon tower. |
| (2, 0) 762 | I heard him singing. |
| (2, 0) 764 | Marie de France. |
| (2, 0) 765 | "La roi Marc était corracié |
| (2, 0) 766 | Vers Tristran, son neveu …" |
| (2, 0) 768 | Of course, ma dame. Many times. |
| (2, 0) 769 | Brigands and robbers. Have you? |
| (2, 0) 771 | With robbers, it's a big show |
| (2, 0) 772 | Which attracts more people than do fairground fools. |
| (2, 0) 773 | It's best when the man is petrified |
| (2, 0) 774 | And has to be pushed to the top of the ladder. |
| (2, 0) 775 | His hood's pulled down. The priest recites the Ave, |
| (2, 0) 776 | Offers to hear his confession. After that |
| (2, 0) 777 | The hooting and the shouting of the crowd takes over. |
| (2, 0) 778 | I saw a pirate once, in Borth, joking |
| (2, 0) 779 | As he climbed the ladder |
| (2, 0) 780 | And toasting the cheering crowd |
| (2, 0) 781 | Then doing a jig as he dropped |
| (2, 0) 782 | And the rope sprang taut. |
| (2, 0) 784 | Some a long time. Others quickly. |
| (2, 0) 785 | Some still twitch after hanging for a full half hour |
| (2, 0) 786 | But it depends how the ladder's thrown |
| (2, 0) 787 | And on how the noose has been knotted. |
| (2, 0) 789 | The soldiers or the executioner. |
| (2, 0) 790 | I've heard it said, if the rope is tied very tightly |
| (2, 0) 791 | And the man jumps, he'll kill himself |
| (2, 0) 792 | In a couple of seconds. I never saw that happen. |
| (2, 0) 793 | A girl I knew did. She said the leap |
| (2, 0) 794 | Pushed the tongue back into the throat |
| (2, 0) 795 | And up behind the nostrils. Before the feet stop kicking |
| (2, 0) 796 | The backbone's snapped in two. |
| (2, 0) 797 | But usually you see these robbers swinging wildly |
| (2, 0) 798 | In the noose, and the life's squeezed out of them |
| (2, 0) 799 | Slowly, and the face turns blue. |
| (2, 0) 803 | Oh - Ma dame. Your lover's there now … |
| (2, 0) 804 | I never thought I'd see a lord go to the gallows. |
| (2, 0) 805 | He'd come here to give away his daughter's hand |
| (2, 0) 806 | And he's so young, so much living left … |
| (2, 0) 807 | More than once he made me laugh out loud, chucked me under the chin, flirted with a courtly kiss … |
| (2, 0) 808 | In Gwynedd's Court there are many who'll mourn after him. |
| (2, 0) 811 | I don't know if I can … |
| (2, 0) 818 | The soldiers have formed a guard around the gibbet. |
| (2, 0) 819 | Crowds are no better than herds, or packs |
| (2, 0) 820 | Of mindless animal. Look at those faces. |
| (2, 0) 821 | How the human face changes when demons distort the mind. |
| (2, 0) 822 | The choir and church procession |
| (2, 0) 823 | Are going past now. |
| (2, 0) 829 | There are so many in now, it's a crush. |
| (2, 0) 830 | Right back to the fortress walls. |
| (2, 0) 831 | The soldiers are pushing them back, to keep the gallows clear. |
| (2, 0) 833 | The Court Officers of Gwynedd are arriving. |
| (2, 0) 834 | Ednyfed Fychan leading them out. |
| (2, 0) 836 | The Prince? The great chair's not out on the green |
| (2, 0) 837 | And I can't see him with them. |
| (2, 0) 838 | He can watch it all from his rooms |
| (2, 0) 839 | Up there, out of the rabble's way. |
| (2, 0) 840 | Ednyfed is arranging the ranks of noblemen. |
| (2, 0) 841 | He's taking charge, preparing the stage for the show. |
| (2, 0) 842 | That's why the crowd's quieter now. |
| (2, 0) 844 | The soldiers are making a passage, flanking |
| (2, 0) 845 | The condemned man's path. |
| (2, 0) 846 | Each with his spear and shield |
| (2, 0) 847 | Keeping a clear space for the last slow walk. |
| (2, 0) 853 | The six French knights who came here |
| (2, 0) 854 | With Gwilym Brewys have been led out |
| (2, 0) 855 | Still manacled. I imagine they'll be allowed |
| (2, 0) 856 | To take the body back to Brecon. |
| (2, 0) 857 | And the Bishop of Bangor is reading the last rites. |
| (2, 0) 858 | Now he – Gwilym Brewys – turns towards the crowd … |
| (2, 0) 860 | He's in breeches, a shirt. He's barefoot … |
| (2, 0) 861 | The noose is around his neck … |
| (2, 0) 862 | One of the Prince's stewards is holding the other end … |
| (2, 0) 863 | Like some animal on a tether. |
| (2, 0) 864 | But his arms and hands are free. |
| (2, 0) 868 | No … He looks |
| (2, 0) 869 | Strangely untroubled. |
| (2, 0) 870 | The crowd are fascinated by him. |
| (2, 0) 871 | The last minute now … The time's come. |
| (2, 0) 874 | He's shaking hands with Ednyfed Fychan and Gwynedd's Council, |
| (2, 0) 875 | One by one – like a lord greeting his guests |
| (2, 0) 876 | At a banquet. He's got a word |
| (2, 0) 877 | For each one, and they're laughing … |
| (2, 0) 878 | Now he's kneeling in front of the Bishop. |
| (2, 0) 879 | The crowd's silent. Astonished. |
| (2, 0) 880 | Even the Court dignitaries are staring in disbelief. |
| (2, 0) 882 | No one's moving now – except Gwilym. |
| (2, 0) 883 | He's testing the ladder. |
| (2, 0) 884 | Even feeling the noose … |
| (2, 0) 885 | Easing it around his neck. |
| (2, 0) 886 | He's bowing – a farewell bow. And … |
| (2, 0) 887 | Now he's ascending the ladder, like a ship's |
| (2, 0) 888 | Captain to the prow. He's standing |
| (2, 0) 889 | Confident and unbowed … |
| (2, 0) 891 | The executioner's not moving, not laying |
| (2, 0) 892 | A hand on that ladder … |
| (2, 0) 898 | But the leap he made, that leap! |
| (2, 0) 899 | The rope whipped taut like a fishing line. |
| (2, 0) 900 | The ladder was knocked sideways |
| (2, 0) 901 | Scattering the councillors … |
| (2, 0) 902 | Now his body's stock still, |
| (2, 0) 903 | Still and limp, hanging there. |
| (2, 0) 904 | The crowd's moving away. Starting to disperse. |
| (2, 0) 905 | For them the show's over. It's been a let down. |
| (2, 0) 906 | What do they care about a widow down in Brecon? |
| (2, 0) 907 | Or a Princess imprisoned here, |
| (2, 0) 908 | Distraught and eaten up by anguish. |
| (2, 0) 909 | Pain's a leprosy. |
| (2, 0) 910 | It cuts off the sufferer from the rest of the tribe. |
| (2, 0) 911 | It's the one dark corner |
| (2, 0) 912 | In their bright and babbling world. |
| (2, 0) 913 | You lot, yes, go dance, go laugh, |
| (2, 0) 914 | Go seek some further entertainment. |
| (2, 0) 915 | Go crowing your Welsh bravado … |
| (2, 0) 917 | Ma dame! |
| (3, 0) 929 | Sir, my Lord, my mistress is getting ready. |
| (3, 0) 930 | She'll be here with you shortly. |
| (3, 0) 933 | Yes, Sir. This is the first time my mistress |
| (3, 0) 934 | Has seen him since his wedding. |
| (3, 0) 936 | As well as can be expected, after |
| (3, 0) 937 | A year's imprisonment. |
| (3, 0) 941 | Yes. Everything except her freedom. |
| (3, 0) 944 | A command, Sir? |
| (3, 0) 946 | Your son, Prince Dafydd, got married. |
| (3, 0) 947 | His mother wasn't at the wedding. |
| (3, 0) 948 | She didn't lead the dancing afterwards. All that day |
| (3, 0) 949 | She was left on her own with her thoughts. |
| (3, 0) 954 | The wedding dance is only a ceremony. |
| (3, 0) 957 | She's changed, my Lord. |
| (3, 0) 962 | This whole year gone, she's not struck me once. |
| (3, 0) 965 | I don't know Sir. |
| (3, 0) 966 | Striking servants is done from habit, not desserts. |
| (3, 0) 968 | My Lord, before her confinement |
| (3, 0) 969 | She was young at heart. |
| (3, 0) 972 | I've said all I dare, Sir. |
| (3, 0) 976 | That's my worry, Sir. And you did ask me. |
| (3, 0) 979 | I'm not a serf or a peasant's daughter. |
| (3, 0) 980 | My father was a freeman. |
| (3, 0) 982 | A widow these last three years my Lord. |
| (3, 0) 986 | I'd only seen him once before being betrothed to him |
| (3, 0) 987 | And then, after two weeks' marriage, the war … |
| (3, 0) 988 | He went. I never saw him again. And now |
| (3, 0) 989 | It all seems like some young girl's daydream. |
| (3, 0) 993 | In the small hours. |
| (3, 0) 994 | I heated him a cup of milk. |
| (3, 0) 995 | Fresh from the goat's teat. |
| (3, 0) 996 | He gave me a milky kiss, we were laughing … |
| (3, 0) 997 | He was still laughing as he joined the other soldiers. |
| (3, 0) 998 | They saddled, mounted, rode away waving. |
| (3, 0) 999 | We were just starting to get to know each other. |
| (3, 0) 1004 | Me, Sir? |
| (3, 0) 1006 | Did I have a choice? |
| (3, 0) 1011 | Even for a prince? |
| (3, 0) 1013 | Are you going to say that to the Princess, Sir? |
| (3, 0) 1015 | It would help her to hear you say it. |
| (3, 0) 1016 | Making war, laying plans and all the state's affairs |
| (3, 0) 1017 | Lie like some wide walled-off field |
| (3, 0) 1018 | Around a prince. His greatness sets him apart; |
| (3, 0) 1019 | But to us women – yes, even a woman who's queen – |
| (3, 0) 1020 | The mother's instinct is the root of our love. |
| (3, 0) 1021 | And our first born is the man who married us |
| (3, 0) 1022 | When we're girl brides. When the child in that man is lost |
| (3, 0) 1023 | The woman too loses part of her love. |
| (3, 0) 1026 | Gwilym Brewys was a child, Sir. A young child. |
| (3, 0) 1029 | My Lord, I'm only a maid. You asked me to speak. |
| (3, 0) 1030 | I learnt what I know in these royal halls of Gwynedd. |
| (3, 0) 1031 | I treasure this place, and its lord and lady. |
| (3, 0) 1032 | This lost twelvemonth, this empty husk of a year, |
| (3, 0) 1033 | Has hurt us all. |
| (3, 0) 1034 | The Pope's excommunication would be |
| (3, 0) 1035 | Child's play compared to the inner grief |
| (3, 0) 1036 | All of us have already felt. |
| (3, 0) 1039 | So the stories are true? |
| (3, 0) 1041 | That you're going to war |
| (3, 0) 1042 | Against the King of England. |
| (3, 0) 1048 | Sir – here she is. |
| (3, 0) 1533 | My lord? |
| (3, 0) 1536 | Here in ma dame's chest. |
| (3, 0) 1539 | Ma dame, I do not. I never complain. |
| (3, 0) 1542 | Sir, my Lord, for shame on you. |