[as Danielle hurries away]

Have we met before?

I-I do not believe so, Your Highness.

I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the provience.

Well... I am visiting a cousin.

Who?

My cousin.

Yes, you said that. Which one?

Th-the only one I have, sire.

Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name?

[stops quickly]

No. [quickly heads towards the gate] And yes.

Well, then, pray tell me your cousin's name so that I might call upon her to learn who you are. For anyone can quote Thomas More is well worth the effort.

The Prince has read Utopia?

I found it sentimental and dull. Honestly, the plight of the everyday rustic bores me.

I... take it you do not converse with many peasants.

He, certainly not, no. Naturally.

[starts walking again]

Forgive me, Your Highness, but there is nothing "natural" about it. A country's character is defined by its "everyday rustics", as you call them. They are the legs you stand on and that position demands respect, not...

Am I to understand that you find me... arrogant?

Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you ever glance at the others?

[Danielle tries to get away while Henry is distracted by the criminals' wagon.]

Please, I beg you, a name. Any name.

I... I fear the only name to leave you with... is Countess Nicole de Lancret.

There now... that wasn't so hard.