Mathilde One only has to say the word "English,"
and they come running like sick black dogs at low tide.
Captain, I heard about your selfless heroics
with the Iroquois and the tragedy with the priests.
Well, I suppose there's nothing more that needs
to be said on the subject.
Silence will suffice then.
Good day.
[bell jingling]
Might I have a word, Mathilde?
Perhaps the kitchen is best.
Of course.
I wish to make you a proposition.
Go on.
I should like to make use of your stables.
I have an excess of barrels, trade having slowed
due to the recent unrest.
I am prepared to pay you handsomely.
You can store them free of charge.
[pats]
No.
I insist I will pay.
Oh, yes.
A few coins, but that is not the only reason you are here.
It is.
Oh, and it is a shame, because there is a greater deal
to be made besides storing a few barrels in my stables
for some coins.
Well, only a fool would refuse to entertain a greater deal.
Go on.
Go on, [inaudible].
Bye.
You wish to restore your standing in this town.
Am I right?
I shall recover my good name.
Barrels and trade do not remove
the stain of your English name.
They have before.
Those times are gone.
You overstepped, Mr. Cooke.
Only a stubborn man would walk upon a frozen lake
when the sun is shining.
We can help each other.
How is that?
I believe Delphine has caught your eye.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Come now, Mr. Cooke.
I have seen it with my own eyes.
There is no shame in looking upon her beauty.
It is there for all to see.
Now, then, it would be prudent for you
to make a match with her.
And in return, you will help me expand the inn.
Mathilde, I came here merely to store excess barrels.
And if you agree to my terms, you
will leave with a French wife.
Right.
Then we shall agree to the storage of the barrels.
Think on it if you must, but you
will come to the same place.
[creaking]