All language subtitles for The Castilian (1963)

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* There once lived a man *

* Strong of faith *

* Strong in belief *

* Was Fernan
Count Fernan *

* With his sword of steel *

* Men of truth *

* And men of might *

* For Fernan went to fight *

* And the right to be free *

* One dream *

* Is what he prayed for *

* To free Castile *

* From the Moor *

* To this valley green
He led *

* Men whose blood soon would
Stain it red *

This is Tenth Century Spain.

A handful of small nations
living in hatred and envy

and sporadically at war
with each other.

Closest of all Europe
to the coast of Africa

they became the doormat

for the early Moorish
invasions.

The Moors, most ferocious
and most powerful fighters

of the world at that time,

swept over Spain
like an engulfing tide

and by rape and slaughter
struck fear into all Europe.

Only the tiny
Christian kingdoms

of Leon and Navarre

provided resistance against
further northern penetration.

These kingdoms,
united temporarily

by the marriage of the sister
of King Sancho of Navarre

to the King of Leon,
maintained an uneasy peace.

But it always lay
like a powder keg,

awaiting only
the fuse to blow it up.

Oh, no!

The tiny province of Castile

bore the brunt of these
many years of bloodshed,

intrigue and plunder.

Governor of Castile
was Diego Gonzalez,

the Count of Lara.

He ruled by paying tribute

to the Moors
in gold and human lives

and by being
a subject to Leon.

His younger brother,
Fernan Gonzales,

unable to tolerate these
conditions, left the court.

His beliefs,
well known to his people,

were that men
should fight and die

rather than live
without freedom.

A feeling new
to this age of oppression.

And so, hidden away
to avert civil war,

he lived with his friend,

the peasant Jeronimo
in the mountains of Oca.

And since
this story is true,

I, Jerifan,
will tell all of it to you.

Did you see that,
Jeronimo?

An axe can be
a good friend.

An axe is for peasants!

Sword or axe,
what counts is the result.

Oh, what's wrong with you?

Huh!
What's wrong with me?

It's the same story.

Doesn't it ever trouble you,
living like this?

Hidden away
from God and man!

God knows where to find me.
Yeah.

You've been in these woods
far too long for a Castilian.

Three years!

Now things are even worse
in Castile.

Leon on one side,
Navarre on the other,

and the Moors
on the south.

That always happens

when a border country
becomes weak.

This tree is my symbol.

Even with the branches divided
and stretching out to the sky,

it's strong
because it's joined together.

Each part stronger

because it's welded
into a single unit.

This is my belief,

one man to unite the land
against the Moorish barbarians,

put an end to their invasions
and make one Christian kingdom.

But feeling this way,

I cannot go back!

Make more trouble
for my people!

Nor can I bow my head,
say yes when the answer is no!

Be a servant
to the court of Leon.

No, Castile is in chains.

Here,
I'm free to forget.

Your brother will die
one day.

Then the Castilians
will do whatever is right.

They'll call you.

Will they?

We of Castile
do not inherit the leadership.

I can only win it
with the strength of my arm.

You will win,
Fernando.

The wind's
from the west.

That means plenty of game

on the other side
of the mountain

You see, you trap
different animals

different ways.

It's the same
with men.

Of course
I'm not as clever as you are,

but you have to use
your head.

Heh. Even if it's only to cover
it with a squirrel cap.

The insignia
of Navarre.

The banners of the family
of King Sancho.

Get down. Hide.
They mustn't see us.

Let them.

Come back!
They'll kill you!

Halt.

Hm.

What have we here?

Hunters?

On the scent of sparrows?
Ha, ha.

Castilians on the scent
of rats.

Rats are we?

Well, you wanna learn,
don't you?

Well, let's see
how brave you are.

Hold,
cavaliers.

In God's name, you don't know
who you are attacking.

Be quiet!

I command you.

So the Castilians
are brave, are they?

They don't look so brave to me.

Let's see what color
Castilian blood is!

Hold!

The Infanta of Navarre
commands you.

Help me down.

Excuse my cavaliers.

They are warriors,
not courtiers.

Senora, let us continue
on our way.

The road is long

and your aunt Queen Teresa
will be impatient.

Must we spend
another night in Castile?

How far to Leon's frontier?

The rate of a bell's toll,
two leagues.

The road is bad,
Senora.

In a moment
darkness will descend upon us.

We must find
shelter.

You. Do you know
of a place?

Well, the town of Lara
isn't far.

But you'll find no welcome
there for Navarrese.

Pay no attention,
Senora.

He speaks that way

only because the Lords of Lara
now rule Castile.

Only Rodrigo.

The other one
is still waiting.

Who is the other?

Fernan Gonzalez.

I would rather spend
the night here.

Captain,
have our tents prepared.

* A love was born *

* When their eyes
First met *

* A love so warm *

* That they could
Not forget *

* Inside awoke *

* A dream too long asleep *

* A dream that now
was theirs to keep *

* Her gentle voice *

* Spoke and it began *

* And soon it echoed *

* Far across the land *

* From both their hearts *

* A lonely part was torn *

* That moment when *

* A love was born *

* This was their destiny *

* Fate had said *

* This would be *

* And so it is *

* And will always be *

* A love that lives *

* Through all eternity *

* A flame that now *

* And will forever show *

* That tender moment *

* Love was born *

I prefer that roof too.

There's no room for
pride under the sky.

I'd like to hold
all those stars in this hand.

You talk
like a minstrel.

No, like a king.

Heh. I am a king.
King of the woods.

King of deer.
Captain of the hawks.

Emperor of the owls.

There.
Oh.

It's just like a...

A new born river.

Someone said
that life is like a river

flowing to the sea.

The end death.

Too morbid.

Another said,

"Rivers are
like lovers when they meet."

They become inseparable.

With space for drowning

between your side
of the river and mine.

No drowning, I swear.

Save us, senora,
we are free of guilt.

Senor,
you know me.

I am Peribanez.
Infanzon of Medina.

She and I are in love.

But the law steals her
from my side

to deliver her
to Covarrubias.

The tribute
of a hundred maidens.

Each year one hundred
Castilian maidens

are given to the Moors.

A coward's peace.

Peace at that price
is too expensive.

There she is.

Halt, Castilians.

That woman is now
protected by the church.

You must not stand in the way
of Castilian law.

Unleash the dogs.

What is going on here,
senora?

These hunters were tracing
the heron and they've lost it.

Senora, the king, your father,
ordered me

to guard your safe return
to Navarre.

Forgive me for having slept,

though it does not excuse
your absence.

Withdraw, Castilians.

It's dawn.

A bad time to go hunting.

Come with me
to the next village.

You'll be safe
there.

Should we never
see each other again?

We will, senora.

If Navarre
does not come to me,

I will come
to Navarre.

Come.

Thank you
so much.

A beautiful woman
is more powerful

than a herd of horses.

Brothers,
God has taken our leader

up unto Himself
into heaven.

So, now, let us all pray
for Fernan Gonzales

our beloved new Count.

Wherever
he may be.

I expected no welcome

from these people.

I was told
that they were savages.

I would not swear
they do not bite.

Heh. Give me some coins,
Dona Guiomar.

Are those Castilians?

They've lost
their minds

or they have been tamed
by that miracle maker,

Friar Servando.

What has happened
to our Castilians?

Why should there be
such a greeting?

They hate Navarre
and they did not expect me.

Who needs Navarrese coins?

Don't touch them,

they are Navarrese.

Keep your coins.

Go back to Navarre.

Look at her.

Does she think
we wanna see her?

No more tributes!

Look, the insignia
of Castile.

Get out before we throw you out.

Thank God
you have come back, senor.

I've traveled
all Castile preaching.

Everywhere they swear loyalty
to their new lord.

The new lord?

Your brother,
Don Rodrigo is dead.

His last words were,
"Fernando was right.

God be with you."

Senor, I just arrived
from Burgos.

Counts, princes,
clergymen

all are fighting
for the leadership

left vacant by the death
of your brother.

You must
go there too.

God is
on your side.

Lara's leader
must be Castile's leader.

Long live
the Count of Lara!

You need fear nothing,
senor.

The church will protect
this one.

Long live
Fernan Gonzales.

Long live
the new judge of Castile.

The charcoal-er judge
and governor of Castile!

Fernan Gonzales.

At your service,
Infanta Navarre.

If I become
the Count of Castile

there are two things
I must do.

Defeat the Moor
and go to Navarre to see you.

I will see you

but only
after you have put an end

to the tribute
of the hundred maidens.

Agreed.

When shall we meet again?
Give me a time.

There is no date,
but the king's will.

For myself
I await the Count of Castile.

Fernan Gonzales!

Senor.

Senor?
Why not say friend?

We were looking for you
in the mountains.

At Burgos is the body of Castile
and you must be the head.

We must win over those
who oppose your election.

We will, Inigo.

We will,
Gustios,

but we must go
to Covarrubias first.

The Moors are waiting.

Hmm. Are you crying,
senora?

Yes, Dona Guiomar, I am.

Look at this one.

Ah, they look
better than last year's.

Here I come,
maidens!

The trick worked, Jeronimo.

Yes, Fernando,

but only because
we caught them

with other things
on their minds.

Light bonfires
and bury the dead.

Ha, ha. I'll keep it
as a remembrance.

Let their flag fly
all night.

Not to forget
that a single victory

will not win a war.

This is a difficult time
for Castile.

Leon rules us,
Navarre wants to attack us.

Abderraman and his Moors
are preparing

to invade Castile
before spring.

And all we do
is talk and discuss.

Words, words!

It is important

that we find the right man
to rule Castile and soon.

Even though Lara has been ruling
Castile for years,

this gives no rights
to you or Fernan Gonzales.

Fernan Gonzales
has no hereditary rights.

I am trying
to find the best.

And he...

Fernan Gonzales.

How did he get here?

Welcome,
Count of Lara.

Thank you,
Don Nuno.

Excuse
my delay.

You see there were a few things
that detained me.

In the woods?

In Covarrubias.

Wasn't it in Covarrubias

where Castile
had to deliver

one hundred of its most
beautiful maidens to the Moors?

Well, I complied
with your orders,

however, I made
a slight change.

I collected
one hundred maidens for Castile.

I knew you would not
want me empty handed.

Endangering
our very lives.

Making a stupid blunder.

This is the problem,
cavaliers.

You've never dared
to make such blunders.

What have you ever done
for Castile?

Nothing. No resistance.

Only obey
the Moor's demands.

I have cauterized
the wound with fire.

I am not here
to beg or try to convince you.

Neither Castile
nor I needs you.

I came to let you decide.

Castile needs a fighter.

You!

A free man
able to free Castile.

Fernan Gonzales!

Fernan Gonzalez!

Here is our man.

Do you still
doubt it?

Fernan Gonzales!

Fernan Gonzales!

A real fighter!

Fernan Gonzalez!

Fernan Gonzalez!

Fernan Gonzales.

Judge and governor
of Castile.

This is the sword
of Nuno Rasura,

first Castilian judge.

A sword to be stained
only with the blood of honor.

We of Burgos
present it to you.

Use it well
against our enemies.

Honor it, Fernan Gonzales,
as did your family.

I accept the sword

and all it means.

But you men of Castile
must accept my command.

No conditions.

That does not mean
I will not listen.

I can use
good advice.

I propose this.

A message
to the kingdom of Leon.

Their laws will no longer
be obeyed by Castilians.

A message to Navarre.

Drop hostilities.

Our only desire
is solid friendship.

And a message to the Moors
in Cordoba.

No more tributes.
No more maidens.

Renegades are many, we are few.
And badly armed.

If we provoke Abderraman,
Castile will perish.

They'll kill us all.

There is only the one way.

Abderraman must be defeated!

If we must lose

then this will be our death,
Castilians.

Nobody will stand
in our way.

The Moors are not

very hospitable.
There is no welcome for us.

They even bolt the doors
of your castle, Nuno.

Look. Look down there.

The Moors love
the sights of Castile, ha, ha.

Take the horses.

Thank you, Maria.
And the others.

In this war
we must all fight as we can.

Come. We have
more work to do.

Senor, the tribute
of the 100 maidens

has been broken in Castile.

That sounds
like a challenge.

The Castilians
have a bad leader.

Who is it?

Fernan Gonzales.
A young man.

And too inexperienced.

Senor...

What are you
hesitating about?

He has ambushed and killed
over a 1000 of our soldiers.

He attacks
at night and runs.

Like a cowardly dog.

And Bongourago
has been captured.

Our biggest fortress! How?

Under a huge black smoke

covering the Castilians
attacked unseen.

Sir, your castle is guarded
by the bishop and the knight.

The young Count of Castile

thinks he can fight me
at night?

Well, we, too, know
how to fight, night or day.

I will deal with him
in my way.

He will regret his actions.

But not until spring.

I will go to Castile
when the roses bloom.

Leon will come next.
And Navarre! And France!

You frighten me, Senor.

The worst we can get
is death.

The best, seven kingdoms.

Move.

It is said
there is no water in Castile.

It is like a desert.

We will make a garden
out of it.

Move.

And now Fernan Gonzalez

arranged to see
the King of Leon,

legal ruler of Castile.

But he didn't know that
Sancha, Infanta of Navarre,

was still there
visiting her aunt.

Nor did she believe
she would ever see him again.

You cannot allow your subject
to take you for a weakling,

and let the Count of Castile
ignore you.

He has broken the tribute
of the 100 maidens,

has declared war
on the Moors

and is endangering
the Christian kingdoms.

To put an end to that shameful
tribute was a just decision.

But he acted without asking
your advice.

I know he will not stop
until he destroys us.

Our kingdom Leon!

Nonsense. He can't cause me
any problems.

Besides it is better to be
tolerant with a foe

as determined as the count.

Your father killed the six
best cavaliers in Castile.

My father was weak.

Weak people use violence
because they lack authority.

Do not worry too much,
my dear.

I have called
Count Fernan Gonzalez here

in order to find out
his intentions.

Ooh.

I would be naive not to know
what you wish, senor.

But you cannot come to Leon
to seek personal favors.

But how can we go on living

under ancient laws.

Laws brought to Spain
and then forced on us by you.

We wish to be governed
by our own laws.

In our council
you may say anything you please.

But remember, people like
to hold onto their traditions.

I know.
I face the same problems.

Whenever
I want to change anything

they make it as difficult
as moving those mountains.

I would rather stop being a king

if I had no authority.

In Castile, I command.

That is because
they need you.

I am not that necessary
in my kingdom.

They disregard the south.

They consider themselves
too safe.

The only thing
they're interested in

is Navarre's friendship.

After all, that is where
I found my wife.

But the Moor is another thing,
the real danger.

They will not stop until
our provinces are conquered.

Abderraman
has a powerful army.

He will attack us first.
And if we go down,

no one will survive.

Neither Navarre nor Leon.

I propose a triple alliance.

Against that Abderraman
would never dare start a war.

State your price.

The independence of Castile.

I cannot afford that.

Then I must fight for it.

Ooh.

My niece,

the Infanta of Navarra.

Fernan Gonzalez,
Count of Castile.

I am convinced.

But what about Navarre?
How can you convince them?

By means of a marriage.

Does that surprise you,
senor?

Say, cavalier,

thou who through
all wars have lived

whether thy horse,

thy spur and that star
have such beauty?

No, neither the spur,
nor the war,

nor the star
is as beautiful as you are.

This is a different sky.

If you closed your hand
you would hold embattlements

instead of stars.

Does this not depress you,
senora?

In Leon even the sky
is fortified.

Count of Castile.

The Count of Castile is closer
to you than a charcoaler.

Maybe further apart.

No, listen.

My first official
action was...

Was to erase an offense
against women and love.

I know.

The second.

Take this message with you.

Tell your father,
King Don Sancho, I want peace.

War will only be against
the Southern pagan.

Add this to your message.

The day Fernan Gonzalez
becomes rich and powerful,

that day
he will go to Navarre

to claim their princess.

"You must know, my dear brother,

that the intention
of Fernan Gonzalez

is to widen his frontier
into Leon and your kingdom.

The Count is skillful

and has inclined
your daughter Sancha to him.

Do not let him deceive you
with reasons of love

which only hide
his ambitions in politics.

Teresa."

I'll show the Count of Castile
what it means to be ambitious!

My son, you'll be king
during my absence.

Father!

Fernan Gonzalez has done
nothing against us.

Quiet!
A king's decision is final.

You may be fooled,
but we know his motive.

King Sancho of Navarre
invaded Castile,

first at Curiela,

and took over the castle
of Don Gonzalo

to await the reaction
of Fernan Gonzalez.

Count Fernan
had a very deep sorrow.

He rode alone
in the shadow.

He went
to the cold mountain,

the mountain
where autumn never ends.

Under the frozen stars,

under the moon he walked.

There was love on one side,

Castile was on the other.

Three times
he offered peace,

three times
he was rejected.

They call me Sancho
the Drunkard.

Because they say
that Bacchus the God of Wine

rules Navarre
and that's a lie!

If I didn't drink how could
I be magister angelicus of wine?

Whatever that means.

It means that you are a master
of the science of wines,

but not the wisdom
of its use.

Oh, you speak well,
Monsignor.

My cousin,
the Count of Toulouse,

thinks that French wines
are better than Spanish wines.

But this wine is for peace.

It dissolves the blood,
isn't that right, Don Gonzalo?

It depends upon the heart
of the person

who is drinking the wine.

Oh, heh, that's a funny remark
for a tavern keeper.

You've been a perfect host.

Now I'll be a perfect guest.

I'm gonna take all of your wines
back to Navarre with me.

Sire.

Messengers have arrived
from Castile.

They bring news
from Count Fernan Gonzalez.

Let them come right in here.

Welcome.

We thank you, King Sancho,
for your welcome.

However, we expect
a more proper welcome

from Gonzalo Diaz,
governor of this castle.

Welcome, my friends.

Although the occasion
is rather unfortunate.

Is impertinence a virtue
with you Castilians?

On the contrary, sir.

We mean to be sincere
and honest.

On all sides
we are threatened.

We are the smallest corner
of Spain,

yet you treat us
like a dangerous viper!

One day we must revolt.

Yet Castile wants peace.

Three times my lord
requested peace,

three times he was rejected.

You have sacked our villages
and hamlets,

therefore Fernan Gonzalez,

Count, Judge and Governor
of Castile challenges you.

Challenges me?

No, ha-ha-ha!

Tell the count his madness
amazes me.

Four miserable victories
in four miserable hamlets.

He's lost his mind.
Now he wants to lose his head.

I'll take care of that, too.
Now you get out of here.

Go on, get out!
Tell the count I'm on my way.

This will give him time to
crawl back into his rat hole.

Fernan Gonzalez
is in no hurry, Sire.

On the contrary,

he'll be waiting for you
in Valpierre.

At your convenience.

At my convenience?

Alright,

tell him I'll be there.

I think
we should set a trap.

No.

He's insulted me enough.

No ambush,

no hiding.

We fight his way.

Out in the open.

But we're 40 horsemen
against 300.

Every Castilian
has two arms.

A weapon in each hand.

If we charge bravely
we double our strength.

There's no big difference.

The king is mine,

the victory is yours.

Mine is a personal affair,
but you fight for Castile.

Don't endanger the victory
for my sake.

Since I know you

and because I love you,

I lost you
and I lost myself,

I lost you
because a strange abyss

that increases in depth
every day

is between us.

I lost myself
because I belong to you

and this makes me the most
unfortunate prisoner on earth.

I suffer in silence.

And it is very difficult.

I would much rather devote
my life to loving you.

Then life would not be
as painful as it is.

You will receive this letter
after the battle.

If this be my last letter,
Senora,

know this,

I adore you.

Should I win this battle,

remember
I tried to avoid it,

but your father
forced it on me.

I can neither be a traitor
nor a coward.

Not even for your sake.

God and the Holy Virgin

bless you.

Senor, it is dawn.

Take this.

Its destination is...

Navarre!

Navarre!

Castile!

Count of Castile,
you wanted to come to Navarre.

Here is Navarre!

King Sancho of Navarre
is dead.

Bury Navarrese

and Castilians together.

We will do for Don Sancho
what he would have done for us.

Inigo, enshroud him
with your own hands.

Peribanez, see that he is
dressed in the best clothes.

You, physician, embalm him.

Gustios,
prepare the finest litter,

one fitting
for a great king and fighter.

My life is more painful
than your death, Don Sancho.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS]

What I see

makes me afraid.

We share the same sorrow,
my sister.

I will avenge his death.

I'll excuse your absence,
my sister.

Castilians, thank you
for the respect

you have shown
a Navarrese king.

Leave us now

so that we can pray
for the soul

you took out of his body.

Don't worry, your father's death
will soon be avenged.

The Count of Castile
will pay for it.

A plague on the Castilians!

I curse the act
that brought me here.

I curse these hands

that have caressed you
in my dreams.

They have killed my father,
too.

When I saw you in the crypt
my mind told me to shout,

There is the killer!
There is Fernan Gonzalez!

Your heart and love
was stronger.

What was I to do?

When I heard your deed sung
by the minstrels

then I was proud of you.

Now when they sing
of Don Sancho's death,

what do you expect?
I know you asked for peace.

But my father
would not listen.

Yet my love
for my father says,

you must go, senor.

Before I go
I must remove your doubts.

I must make you understand.

I think to you that means

treason to my people
and to myself.

Treason would kill
love, too.

And this is love.

Love makes
two persons blend into one.

Nothing can stop it.

There's nothing we can do.

Hatred's another
face of love.

This love endangers
your life.

My country wants vengeance.

If only God were
on our side.

God helps those
who love and believe.

But what about my aunt?

And the king, my brother?

They won't forget
as quickly as I do.

I'm afraid, senor.

I'm afraid and worried
for you.

Don't be.

My life doesn't matter.

Again, Fernan Gonzales

rode to Leon.

To ask the help
of the King of Leon.

A good way to progress.

My niece,
the Infanta of Navarre.

I don't know whether
I like it or not.

But you have one more
battle to fight.

With my wife.

She'd behead her own niece

rather than have her married
to a Castilian.

And I know she would do it.

King Garcia of Navarre
is too young.

My wife's will is what counts.

So you will have to strike
a bargain with her.

What about you, senor?

Hmm.

There they go!

So he's been arrogant
enough to come here.

He has been kind enough
to accept my invitation.

People like that
should be whipped!

You hate him, don't you?

You have forgotten.
He killed my brother.

I haven't.

Here is my decision.

You will take care
of your affairs

and I will take care
of mine.

You must have reasons
for marrying my niece.

I do have them.

If you think I will refuse,
you are wrong.

On the contrary,
I shall urge Don Garcia

to give his permission.

I consent,
but I will not bless.

What moves me is love

rather than politics.

You don't have to
justify your actions.

I don't try to
because I don't need to.

However, there is something
I want you to know, senora.

All the strength of Navarre
and the power of Leon

put together would not stop me.

This is love, senora.

Do you know the meaning
of the word?

At the end of the council
of Leon,

after Don Fernan said
all that he had to say

this has been the result.

From now on Castile
will be ruled by Castilians.

They'll widen their frontiers
within the Moorish land.

The Castilians will stop
where Fernan's sword will stop.

The Infanta was given by the
Navarrese to Count Fernan.

King Garcia consented.

Wedding stipulations
will be held in Ciruena.

The count and his men,

unarmed will come

and so will Don Garcia.

With love and understanding

all will meet

in Ciruena.

This is what
they have promised.

Will they comply with it?

Goodbye.

If God does not assist them,
they'll behead one another.

Ciruena.

We come on a peaceful mission.

And not one weapon can be kept.

Look, a hermitage.

We can leave our weapons
there.

Look at him. Dreaming.

It's a good thing we'll be with
him when he signs the contract,

otherwise he'd
give his horse away.

There are two things
we must get.

Cavalry to fight
the Moor and independence.

No more yokes.

You talk of business

while all that takes
us to Ciruena is love.

Let's wake Fernando up.

He won't wake up until he has
slept and in good company.

No more such talk.

I don't like this.

It doesn't feel
like a wedding.

Huh, more like a funeral.

Greetings, Fernan Gonzales.

Welcome to Ciruena.

Now, you'll pay
for my father's death.

Do you like this wedding,
Count of Castile?

Take them now!

I want him alive.
But dead will serve, too.

After him!

Don't let him escape.

Santa Maria!

We prayed.

Why did you let this happen,
senora.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Did she do it?

Did she?

She choose this place.

Told us to come unarmed.

Was it the Infanta?

Was it?

Count Fernan Gonzales!

Listen, Count Fernan Gonzales,
pay attention.

You will escape death
if you surrender.

Open the door.

Don't surrender.

A bear in a trap still fights!

We'll make them pay!

Open the door.

Take me but not my men.

We don't want them.

Castile needs you.

Go.

Go!
You're wasting time.

I said go!

You, too, Jeronimo.

Fernando, senor!

I, uh...

We've always fought together.
Let me stay.

I would rather part with
this arm then leave you.

Our country needs you.

You have many things to do.

Go!

And so Garcia of Navarro

imprisoned Fernan Gonzales
deep inside Navarre

at the prison of Penafiel

where no one was permitted
to see him.

They have the Count of Castile
imprisoned in Navarro.

They are divided.

Now is the time to strike.

It is April.

Spring is coming.

It is still cold in Castile,
senor.

I will order spring to Castile.

This will be the first rose.

I will give it to your name.

Zaida.

Castile will be
the color of that rose.

And so Abderraman gathered
the largest army

ever to be seen in Spain.

The fierce Moorish Cavalry
and foot soldiers

moved north into Castile.

Their armed might struck fear

into all the conquered
provinces.

Abderraman determined to teach
the Castilians and the world

a lesson they would
not soon forget.

Ravaged and pillaged
everything in his path.

So this is Castile.

It is too bad we cannot meet
Fernan Gonzales here.

Your highness.
Senora.

This is not a castle for
nobility but a jail.

I want to see
the Count of Castile.

Senora, should anything
happen to the prisoner,

I would be the only
one responsible.

Those are the orders of your
brother, the king.

And I am here to reinforce
those orders.

I want to see him.

You can return to the Court,
Captain.

Tell his Majesty that his
orders are complied with.

Energetically.

Follow me, senora.

I was given orders, senora.
I can lose my life.

I want to be left
alone with him.

You're not real.

Take my hands.

It is not a dream.

And my lips, to be certain.

Yes, my darling,
it is true.

You're really here.

Oh, my love.

Forever, my love,
forever.

We can leave now.

All is prepared.

Stupid fool,
letting them escape.

No, sir! No, sir!

In Castile,

the forces of Fernan Gonzales
were disorganized

and dispirited
without their leader.

The Castilians were unable
to offer any real resistance

and could only retreat
from pueblo to pueblo,

leaving the Moors
to do as they wished.

You set me free, but now you,
too, are a fugitive.

From your own brother,
your country.

What loving he has cost you.

I would pay twice the price.

Willingly.

But what can I give you
in return?

Exile, the blood, wars,

in the end perhaps death
at the hands of the Moors.

It doesn't matter.

I prefer death with you
to life without you.

The air of Castile,
it smells good.

I want him back in my hands
at any price!

I'll lock my sister
in a convent!

She'll wish she were in hell!

Senor, nothing on the road
to France.

Be damned to both of them!

Senor, it is almost dark.

Your pace has been too slow.

We have been waiting
for you since dawn.

Waiting for me?

Castile is about to perish.

The Caliph Abderraman
is in Hazinas.

The slaughter
has been terrible.

Who are you?

We are Christian cavaliers.

Carazo Canyon,
Senor.

That is where they will make
their stand.

To stay here means death.

Carazo Canyon is our only
defense.

Gustios is right.

It is our last hope.

Our last bulwark.

And also it is the only way
for the Moors

to reach the heart of Castile.

It doesn't matter where we die.

Let us bare our claws
and fight them here.

We can only depend on God's
help to defeat Abderraman.

Everybody has different
opinions,

which means that no
one knows what to do.

We need our leader!

Without him we are lost.

Hold, cavaliers!

We can't let him down.

This time he needs us!

Fernan did not know
that his two companions

were Santiago,
Patron Saint of Spain,

and Millan,
Patron Saint of Castile.

Together they rode to
the armored city of Hazinas,

the last stronghold
before Carazo Pass,

the tiny canyon providing
the only gateway

through the mountains
to Burgos

and the heart of Castile.

He's back!

Fernan Gonzales is back!

Thank God you're alive.

My brothers,
the final year has come.

I wish I knew what to do now.

The first thing should be
to meditate.

We might all die tomorrow.

Who are you to tell us
what to do?

My name is Millan
and I come from La Cogoya.

Yago is my name.

I was born far away from here.

Very close to where
the Lake of Tiberias lies.

That is Jerusalem.

Exactly, senora.

The Christian soldiers
are shepherds.

That is why they fight
in the mountains.

We will wait for them
in the valley.

At this point.

Here our cavalry will
close on them.

Pinch them.

I place all my faith
on my horsemen.

We Arabs are half man,
half horse.

We will open the way
to the Canyon of Carazo.

Senor, but what about
the infantry?

Let the Christians
use their infantry.

The Islamic warrior
fight on horseback.

There is one thing
we cannot overcome.

They have too many horses.

What do we do about it?

Deprive them of their horses.

Fine.

How do we convince the Moors

to let us take them away!

There is a way.

Instead of men,
we'll send animals.

Animals?

Frightened animals.
Stampeding animals.

Hmm.

An excellent idea.

Of course.

Why didn't I think of it.

Arabs are terrified
of certain animals.

As Allah wills it,
our enemy's clever.

If God protects Castile today,

I'll build a kingdom
out of this corner.

An empire out of this kingdom.

The price for this empire
is your kiss.

Here is the kiss.

But remember,
you must come back to me

so I can kiss you again.

I can only help you
by praying.

The prayers of the woman
you love

are as strong
as an additional army.

It's enough.

Here with us is the
strength of Castile.

Peribanez and his soldiers

with the insignia
of the Circles of Medina.

Gustios from Covarrubias

with his man following
the insignia of the Wolf Cubs.

Gonzalo and his fighters

with the insignia
of the Three Hooks.

Inigo from Pancorbo
and his mountain men

who fight in the rocks
like birds of prey.

* The valley of the sword *

* A once divided land *

* Came a man to free Castile *

* Here to face the Arab steel *

* In the valley of the sword *

* So strong was his belief *

* One kingdom there should be *

* That down this valley green
He led *

* Men whose blood would
Stain it red *

* In the valley of the sword *

* Few in number
But their hearts are strong *

* With truth and mind *

* Riding forward into battle *

God have mercy on them.

* For one cause they fight *

* Though their faces
Show no fear *

* Still death is everywhere *

Can the saints come
down to earth?

Why do you ask that,
senora?

I don't know, Father.

I don't know.

* And soon throughout
This land *

* They'll speak of but one man *

* Count Fernando is his name *

* From his faith
Will come a Spain *

* In the valley of the sword *

Brother, God sent
you at the right time.

Yes, the right time
to undo your wrong.

Fernan Gonzalez will get
what he deserves.

The infidels
will take care of him.

As for you, I will...

Listen!

Once you betrayed my love
and now you want to kill me.

But remember,
your name will be spoken about

from village to village like,
like another king!

King Garcia,

your sword
has a much better use.

How can they be in two places
at one time?

Follow me.

I'm going to explain
the way men fight.

There below

Fernan Gonzales will decide
not only the destiny of Castile

but of all the kingdoms.

Those poorly-armed soldiers
are the Castilian army.

That is all
they have.

But they will serve
as bait.

An insignificant bait
for Abderraman.

Insignificant?

The best Castilian horsemen,
plus your Navarrese?

Navarrese? Mine?

Not while I live.

I will never allow my soldiers
to fight with Castilians.

But against them!

Forget your hatred
for Christian love.

Remember
where your duty lies.

In God's name,
forget your pride.

Go and do battle.

How do you dare?

Because truth
is always true,

be it for kings
or for beggars.

Halt!

Halt.

There they are,
cavaliers.

With only a third
of that strength,

they could still defeat us.

They will need
all they have.

Who told you that,
your own intuition?

Castile will receive
reinforcements.

From heaven
perhaps.

Castile
is forgotten.

Pray.

That's excellent advice.

Our Father,
who art in heaven,

hallowed by thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done,

on Earth as it is
in heaven,

give us this day,
our daily bread...

For Navarre!

Garcia of Navarre!

And look
who's with him!

His entire Navarres cavalry.

You're right, the devil
must be behind this.

Or the saints.
Look over there.

They're cavaliers
from Leon!

Here we are!
The entire family, ha, ha!

Come back!
Come back!

It's a trap!
It's a trap!

Sire.
You are needed here.

It is written in the stars.

This land
will never be ours.

Captain?

Sire?

Call the troops
for the retreat.

Jeronimo
has their standard!

The battle's over!

Senor, your victory.

Jeronimo!
My brother!

Jeronimo.

My eyes
no longer see you, Fernando,

but I know it is you.

I taught this hand
how to use the axe.

Do you remember, Fernando?

Do you remember
a big tree in the woods?

This tree is,
is my belief.

One man to unite the land
against the Moors.

And this one is you.

I won't be able to go back
to our woods with you, Fernando.

But God let me stay here

until the end with you,

Fernan Gonzales,

Count of Castile.

Of Castile!

King...

Sancha.

Once I told you
that some day

for a kiss
I would build an empire.

Today is that day.

Fernan.

Farewell,
Cavalier Millan.

Farewell,
Cavalier Santiago.

Farewell,
Jeronimo.

To you
we owe Castile.

Great were the wedding
celebrations.

It was a new history
that started

from the smallest part
of the Spanish soil

a kingdom was born.

* A love was born *

* When their eyes first met *

* A love so warm *

* That they could not forget *

* Inside awoke *

* A dream too long a sleep *

* A dream that now *

* Was theirs to keep *

* Her gentle voice *

* Spoke and it began *

* And soon it echoed *

* Far across the land *

* From both their hearts *

* A lonely part was torn *

* That moment when *

* A love was born *

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