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This year, Sir Lewis not only became a triple champion, he discovered himself: happy, calm, and at peace. His adventures and travels are the very source of his courage and joy, revealing his authentic personality.
The Tactician Wolf is rector of Merci l'Abbesse. Behind this optimistic title lies a pragmatic leader whose heart beats faster since his two knights began dueling on the circuit.
THE COUNT OF MONCET For his own amusement, the former aeropagus often meditates, without flinching, on this joking buffoon who spends his free time flirting futilely with Venuses and queens in bloom. He rarely works, never struggles, and envious circles bark in ignorance. For these scholars, leisure lacks the seriousness that should accompany a winner. These pontiffs aspire to a pale languor to punctuate the life of a morose Hercules. Why can't they see that a worker can sometimes say to Heaven, “A break is necessary”? Sir Lewis is one of those who aspire to lead; despite rumors and covetousness, exposed to crowds and greed, he seeks a pious, peaceful, and placid existence.
SIR LEWIS When countless people cheer your exploits, when they adorn your name with flowers, when they already clamor for an Englishman as king, when they finally praise Hamilton everywhere, an infinite passion bursts forth and fills you forever. I am a three-time champion; I find it hard to believe. I am a three-time champion; such is my dynasty.
THE COUNT OF MONCET The chaos of a reckless race no longer disturbs a seasoned lord. Nothing can stop him; history is being written. He is stamping his glorious image on his era. NICO-TEN-TONGUES (throwing his cap at Sir Lewis) Here, go away, you scoundrel, take back your insignificant cap. You threw it at me, I'm throwing it back at you. You tried to humiliate me, I'm going to set the record straight. Do not consider me, Lewis, a man who bows and crawls! SIR LEWIS Ah, I hear… yes! A voice so distant that it seems to come from underground. Are these the latest escapades of my valet? Does he have talent but a bad temper? I can hear better now: the voice comes from the cellar, where the sultans' slaves are locked up. NICO-TEN-TONGUES I was calm, alone, serene in the team. I used to humiliate a sublime teammate; they called Nico a cacique, saying he could dominate everyone. Then one day, Sir Niki warned me that a very old friend would be arriving tomorrow at Merci l'Abbesse with Germain. They said he was famous; I thought he was talented. Little by little, I realized that every easy victory he won on a rainy Sunday was supported by a hidden trap set by a lucky and overly ambitious young man. SIR LEWIS You know regret, but never remorse, and you offer only vain lamentations to the paddock. When will you understand that after all my records, the second driver is called Nico? NICO-TEN-LANGUAGES Your gross naivety and rare insolence repulse me so much that I will launch a crusade against your indecency to end your reign tomorrow.
THE STRATEGIST LOUPS Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down! Hey! Isn't this the race? Be careful, Nico, not to violate the golden contract that pays your salary. As for you, Sir Lewis… I want to pay tribute to you. NICO-TEN-TONGUES Ah, treason! By Jove! The team is against me.
THE STRATEGIST LOUPS Nico is our son, Lewis is our king. NICO-TEN-TONGUES Die for that praise; it is too discourteous to me. SIR LEWIS Thank you for this praise; I am touched. THE COUNT OF MONCET Sir Lewis has triumphed once again over Nico-Ten-Languages and his multilingual sarcasm. Between two angelic bells, he then perceived a plan to reign forever as a despot. SIR STEWART If he were to win again in 1216, it would be a cold shower for Nico.
