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Remembering:

Like pure gold.

A plentiful year, Matias.

There will be others.

Plenty, like the moon, wanes when it's not waxing.

You're tempting providence.

May be, may be...

But in serving you, Sir, it's not my own good I'm after.

I thought it was.

Have you seen Master Paio lately?

The story goes that this year he doubled his yield of wine and grain.

Doubled it?

That's ploughed land for you.

Sow, and up comes the wheat.

What rich fare for an old man's eyes!

A father's eyes see no evil.

That's many winters under the belt.

And each one frostier.

Well, my Lord, an old wolf does better in the sheep pen.

May be, Matias, but he only scares the she-lamb away.

What a lovely lass she is.

- Our joy, Sir. - A joy without a doubt.

She's stretched this summer. There's none like her in these parts.

None at all, Matias.

There's no other treasure like her.

Lovely enough to tempt the Devil.

To cuckold him too.

It's a crying shame not to make a fitting marriage.

The moment is ripe.

I've always heard it said that praise without marriage

makes the maiden wilt.

It's not just any tooth that will bite into my Sílvia.

You have to be married, my child.

Master Paio de Ayres will be fitting for you.

He's rich, very rich,

and feeble-minded.

Perhaps settling into this new estate

will not displease you.

But if it does,

you will always be right and stronger

in your will and thinking.

I doubt not the honour of your bearing,

then, more than to your husband,

you will be faithful to these old bones.

It will be fine pig-sticking this year.

The hog is born aloft like a processional saint.

- And all strussed up. - Like a sausage.

A sausage, and a well-filled one. Look at the fat dripping out.

I'd say he's purple and puffed out like a wineskin.

What a freak!

So many hefty fellows to accompany a sack of farts.

He's here.

Welcome to what is your home.

Rest from the journey

that from your appearance must have been a long one.

The partridges I gnawed on to while away the journey did me no good.

I stopped and I had a crap. Now I'm better.

Beautiful woods and gentle little oak trees you have here.

Sweat of my brow, my son.

Now sup after such a heavy trip.

Not forgetting the ham that will pick me up.

Apart from cunt there's no smell like of smoked sausage.

Be at home, my son. How's that for grape nectar?

It's got a kick. And the ham is the finest, well seasoned.

It's wild boar. Matias here killed it.

Eat and drink while I see to Sílvia.

Go on. There's no hurry.

Don't stand there glassy-eyed. Open up the trunk and show the fineries.

Hey, Matias, drink up!

Will the girls not taste a morsel?

You there!

- Just a bite to melt in the mouth. - I've already eaten, Sir.

She's eaten, but she didn't fatten.

That's Mistress Silvia's half-sister.

Half of the father or whoever cuckolded him?

Of Don Rodrigo!

He can teach a lesson to many a lad around here.

A joke isn't an offence. She's a nice half portion of flesh.

Is the bride the same?

Ham next to the bone is tastier.

I won't dispute that, Matias.

One must liven the spirit

while the belly settles.

Here, girl, take this kerchief.

Coy little thing!

Don't be asked twice, lass.

And there's a lot more to come yet.

For you, this is more lady-like. Feel this for quality.

This is for maids. I'm too old for dancing.

- Where's there's life there's hope. - She's long in the tooth for it.

Ask your wife who has a squeeze of her!

Peace and order in this house.

For Matias, homespun for a doublet.

Such a weak physique isn't worth your trouble.

Let me wrap it round you,

pull it in tight.

Look at this, Matias... It's dazzling!

Stick out those little breasts... Honey turns golden better in the sun.

Don't be shy, little dove. We're at home!

A bit of colour for sore eyes.

Ah, here comes the bride!

My daughter, Sílvia.

They have often sung your praises. And I haven't been led astray.

- I entrust you with her, my son. - She will be in good hands.

Let me finish distributing my modest gifts

in gratitude for so honourable a reception.

For you, whom I already esteem as my sister,

some fine lace. Look at the delicacy of the work.

The work of fairies for a fairy herself.

I don't know how to thank you for your kindness.

You will know in time, little sister.

For you, father, this gown from distant...

Venice.

It's too fine for a clod from these wild parts.

But I promise you it will shine at your wedding feast.

Finally, the gift for the bride.

I was in difficulties,

they told me the bridegroom was the best gift for the bride.

I didn't listen. So I've brought this ring.

Simple but precious.

On your gentle finger I place it.

I will keep it, Sir.

Won't one of you girls help me out with this morsel?

We're not hungry yet.

Not even a little wing?

Don't you do anything else but chew?

When I sleep I'm not gnawing.

But when I empty my bowels I have to fill my belly again.

With chicken,

my delight is the thigh.

I roll it between my fingers, like this,

and suck it...

Until only the bone is left.

Mistress Silvia's sister is as slender as a willow.

But she doesn't bend.

Do you think I'm crossed-eyed?

She's got no lack of breasts.

And how well she rolls her hips!

Don Paio!

Leave him be, Sílvia. He's a bit silly.

A respectable girl doesn't listen.

I didn't mean any harm, girls.

I didn't get any court education,

and I've never had anything to do with girls of your level.

- What do you say to those you know? - Not much.

I lose my tongue and I just manager to stutter:

"Get into the right position!" - And do they?

- Oh, yes. And why not? - And you are going to marry...

- Your father fixed everything. - And don't you want to?

Yes, but my fat carcass doesn't please Mistress Sílvia.

For a toad, a frog, goes the saying.

You're exaggerating. I shall honour the commitments of this family.

May God hear you, Mistress...

For my part, I want to cover this land with little Paios.

Now that Don Paio has left us for a while

and peace has returned to this household,

I must announce my departure for the court.

What trials await you, father?

Nothing serious.

I want the King to honour your wedding feast with his presence.

I shall leave at daybreak.

I leave the care of the house with your sister who is well used to it.

I am, Sir.

If the weather doesn't upset things,

this will be a fine year for wine. - The grapes are turning golden.

I hope to be back for the grape harvest.

But if I'm not,

see to the workers and the presses.

I leave with pride and trust in you.

Go in peace, father. Everything will go for the best.

That's as I feel.

Open the doors to no one.

The roads are full of rogues

and you are not well guarded.

Your blessing.

Your blessing.

I bless you and the rest of the household.

Susana, take care of your sister.

See that she doesn't get overtired.

Go in peace, Sir. May God go with you.

Salt in the meat, cattle in their pens

and the bolt on the door.

Wake up, Sílvia.

- What if we went to the river? - There are shirts to wash...

Let's go to the river.

I could die from love, I could.

Be quiet, witch. Nobody dies from love.

- Have you washed the underclothes? - Yes.

- And the shirts? - I've washed them white.

Ah, I could die of love, I could.

Be quiet, broody hen. May your mother marry you off.

And the stains of blood on the shirt? - It's bleached out in the sun.

That's marriage for you.

I could die of love, I could...

Be quiet, witch, and wash!

Is your lad jolly? Does he play the pipes?

You're more likely to cry than die.

You'll wash out men's seed and afterbirth like the rest.

He's all we needed...

He comes and goes and no wolf grabs him.

- Change the tune. - Is there a better one?

I saw you coming in late. Your father'll beat you.

If he finds out!

- Your mother knows. - She holds her tongue.

She knows who washes the nappies and sees to the children.

Woe is me!

Be quiet, loud mouth. You'll spread your woe.

- I'm in love. - Who isn't?

You speak as if you were the only one. - And I am.

Wretch! What lover wants you?

Mind the shirt or the wind will take it, or the river will have it.

- Never mind. I'm in love. - Wretch!

Sister,

what light is this that seems to fear light itself?

- Never has day seemed so calm to me. - Calm before what?

Before night.

The air is still and dark.

- Perhaps night will not come. - What ever next!

Leave this gloomy stories for the threshing ground.

Nothing is more eerie than silence when there's no man in the house.

Be quiet.

Do you ear that?

No, nothing... It's the murmur of the day passing.

Where does the day go to?

It passes into the night that gives birth to the next day.

Your fear is making me frightened.

We are always frightened at some time... The heart is dark.

Someone is coming.

May he come before night falls.

Father told us not to open to anyone.

I am a pilgrim, lady, a traveller.

Blessed be the roof that shelters me.

- Bread and shelter. - Poor man...

- He looks God fearing. - But he has a grim look.

Let him in, sister dear.

Bread and shelter.

Come in, night is falling.

The Lord be praised, and you blessed.

Have you come from Santiago?

From Compostela.

Have you been long on a pilgrimage?

And what have you seen?

I have seen the anguish of men, and the stars turning.

Have you seen any miracles or strange things?

I have seen all that.

And Christ's blood spilt on the highways.

Oh, suffering... God spare us from such pain.

The Lord knows how to protect you.

You are grave.

You must be tired and with little patience for our questions.

Always question. To question is to move forward.

We have seen little of the world in these parts.

Only one world seen in the light of a face, reflects all faces.

You may rest here tonight.

Heavenly thanks, lady.

I shall leave at dawn for distant lands.

What route will you take?

The route of the stars.

May the Lord be with you.

First take these oranges.

In payment of your goodness.

They are from sun-drenched lands, sweet fruit of the light.

God repay you for such a precious gift.

My sister and I will retire.

Sweet was the orange

Sweet it was and not bitter

Where did you bring it from? So lovely and so cherished?

Where did you bring it from?

So lovely and so cherished?

I brought it from the Moors

Where it was well guarded.

I brought it at night,

In daylight I didn't dare.

I brought it at night,

In daylight I didn't dare.

I brought it as a slave

I didn't bring it as my love.

I brought it barefoot

From where it was shod.

I brought it naked

From where it was well-clad.

Susana, sister, wake up!

What sleep is this and what happiness,

so blind and deaf to my affliction?

Open up! Return the light to me.

What light?

- The hand that is of my kin. - And does it burn?

It burns but it doesn't harm, it is a blessed hand.

- Open up! - No!

It must be the hand of the Devil.

No, lady. Open up if you wish to know.

I do. Put your hand through the window and I will return it.

May you be blessed.

Jesus help us. You're covered in blood!

Have you been injured, dearest sister?

What hand is this lying here, most Holy Virgin?

Did you cut it off with the sword?

Horror of horrors!

Woe is me that I couldn't help you because of the drugged orange.

And the one he gave to you?

I can see you didn't eat it...

Was that our Lord's will for the salvation of us both?

Ladies, was there some trouble here?

We heard howling and noises, as of wolves or were-wolves.

Be calm, I heard them too.

It must have been the wind. What else?

There are signs of hoof prints, Mistress.

Horsemen perhaps, sheltering from the storm.

There are traces of blood on the steps. Beware.

Go, my friends, and many thanks for your care.

My father will know of your zeal.

Go in peace, or you will disturb my sister's sleep.

Come out of your shock, Sílvia. They've gone.

What's done is done.

Tell me there was no villainy. That it was all a dream.

My soul is steeped in blood, Sílvia.

Don't stay dumb.

Speak to me.

Tell me nothing happened. Nothing.

I order you to speak!

Forgive me, I no longer know what I'm saying.

You're frozen...

Let me lie you down.

For the love of God, speak!

Open your heart to me.

Woe is me that I couldn't help you in such an hour of need.

I knew of nothing,

as if death were on me.

What will father say if he sees you dumb and in shock

as if you had seen Evil itself?

I saw it.

- Are you sure? - As plain as I see myself.

Don't touch me.

Not another word on what happened.

What is over is over.

Don't touch me. I beg you. Don't touch me.

Sílvia! Father has arrived!

Hey, do you want to scald me?

Put in more cold!

That's right. That's enough.

Take the dust of the roads and the pomp of the court off me.

Look at my little Sílvia,

still smelling of must.

How good is it to have you back, father.

I can see the journey went well.

The returning rather than the going.

An old wolf only feels well approaching his lair.

- And what's been going on here? - Nothing, father.

The work and the days passing. We've brought you a taste of the new wine.

Well, bring it to me, then!

Let's see if the daughter's wine turns her father's head.

Heavens!

With a household such as this, a man can die in peace.

We will water your wedding feast with this.

The union of two honourable houses

can only mean greater prosperity for all of us.

Seated here at this table

in harmony we can enjoy this peace.

Let winter come,

but gently.

Let death take me, but in Holy peace.

Yours is the fruit of the seed I have sown.

Before my eyes see their last,

I want only the joy of having next to me

your son.

Don't worry. We will give you a fine nestful.

I'm sure of that.

To Don Rodrigo's health!

Long life to Don Rodrigo!

Life is for the young.

A toast to the bridal pair!

Enter and be at ease, Sir.

Forgive my intrusion, but I have ridden far.

You arrive at a fine time. The table is set.

It would be an offence to decline.

When in Rome do as the Romans do.

We are simple but clean and honest folk.

Have some of this ham.

It's divine ham, not to taste it would invite God's anger.

- Some venison? - It is not food that I lack, Sir.

Fill his cup, my son.

Wine made by my Sílvia.

It is strong but smooth.

And with a bouquet like no other.

It has the soul of the one who made it.

Do you hear, Sílvia?

My little pippin is blushing.

The knight's kindness praises the merits of a maiden

without knowing her defects,

leaving her grateful but confused.

Eppur si muove...

What a fine wedding feast!

I'm proud to be groom to such a gentle bride.

To the bride and groom!

Wine for everybody!

Sir, it is not usual to offend a guest

with indiscreet questions,

but we can all see

that at this merry wedding

you remain taciturn.

Is it in my power to lighten your thoughts?

What ponderous reason is there for your visit?

I have come for your daughter.

The conversation becomes bitter, the air chilled.

It is too late.

My daughter is already given and I do not go back on my word.

Under different circumstances I would be grateful for your consideration,

but I feel you jest

with the good will at this table.

It is not my habit to jest with a maiden's honour.

I have come for your daughter and will do everything to take her.

- Name your conditions. - Hand her over, father.

He'll want to fight and I feel sick at the approaching blood.

Be quiet, no one will draw your blood.

Please, listen.

My daughter brought up a ferocious dragon

that is entirely devoted to her.

No human can overcome this terrible monster.

If you are prepared to pay for your daring with your life,

kill the dragon

and my daughter is yours.

At the first light of day I will fight the dragon.

Father, do not encourage this bloody battle.

Neither saint nor demon can overcome the dragon.

A joyous wedding feast for such beauty.

Settle the ladies, each in her own chamber.

- He will be at your service. - Can he not speak?

Once his tongue was too long and he thought himself amusing.

Wretched are those who cannot speak of their own misfortune.

- Now he's separating us. - Not for long.

Come.

What desolation!

Your fate is no better than mine.

I will not stay in this miserable cave. Call your master!

Sister, what misfortune awaits us?

- Who is the enigmatic knight? - Be calm, Sílvia.

I understand your distress, but don't worry.

The place is austere, but in time we will brighten it.

Have you looked into his eyes?

You have spoken little together.

You seem like two wild animals.

Gradually you will gain confidence.

A wife fears her husband whilst their hearts are not open to one another.

I will not abandon you to your fate, dear Sílvia.

Here he comes.

Lady, does the hospitality not please you?

Is the dwelling not to your liking?

All is so different from my father's home!

You must be tired after the journey

and in need of a meal.

I desire nothing, Sir.

No comfort will be denied you.

Sir, if your intentions are noble

why have you separated me from my sister?

Perhaps because the nights are long and cold.

How do you dare?

What will my life be with one who gives no word of affection?

You speak of affection?

Do you know who I am?

The traveller!

Now you know why I went to fetch you.

Prepare to die, lady.

It is he, the traveller.

He brought me here to kill me.

I didn't want to torment you, but I felt as much.

Take courage, Sílvia.

Drink, God's little fool. What pity I feel for you!

Drink.

They say it loosens the tongue.

Poor speechless soul!

Drink, wretched creature.

Wasn't your hump enough?

Worldly injustice...

Does your master ill-treat you?

He must be cruel.

My sister and I will not ill-treat you.

Sleep off your drinking, creature.

Sleep in peace.

The way is open. I have the key.

And you? Do you want me to flee and abandon you to the brute?

Fear not for me. He wants nothing of me

and it's safer for me to detain him before the chase.

He'll take me for you in this darkness.

Take the keys and this knife.

If necessary don't hesitate. Straight to the heart.

Go, and God protect you.

Farwell, dear sister. I am distraught.

She must be crossing the corridor.

The hunchback sleeps.

She could meet the knight.

My Sílvia has a light step.

It won't give her away.

Now she must be in the courtyard.

Are there dogs?

Run, Sílvia, run!

She's at the outer wall.

Two more steps and she's at the gate.

May night thicken and hide her.

Not too fast, Sílvia.

Isn't that the key? The next one then.

Thunder and lightning!

The heavens rage against the monster.

Flee, Sílvia, flee!

Do not waste your time in useless murmuring.

The bastard daughter!

Where is your sister?

- Is she not with you, Sir? - You well know she is not.

Where is she?

With your servant perhaps?

You will pay for your insolence, filthy drunk.

I will whip your hump until it's the colour of your doublet.

Harness the horse and loose the dogs. I will dine on doe heart.

Search, search.

We are losing the scent of the little fox.

All the better. The more difficult the quarrythe better the hunt.

What a dreadful state you're in!

What terrible thing has happened?

- And Mistress Susana? - Nothing terrible.

That is not so...

Do you know what has befallen your father?

What befell him?

Terrible misfortune rains upon this household.

What misfortune, Matias? Speak, man!

Your father has disappeared,

taken by a band of villains when he was hunting.

- Taken where? - We don't know.

We've searched high and low but found no trace.

The King sent an armed force specially,

but until now nothing.

The news you give me is bad.

Women! Come here!

The little Mistress is back!

Misfortune all around. I've never seen her in such a strange state.

It's no good lamenting.

There's no time to lose. You much fetch Susana.

Get a group of men together, harnesses and mules.

Why tears, Matias?

Excuse my affront,

but you remind me of your good father.

Go, while I get out of these rags.

Take this hatchet.

I didn't have time to sharpen it but may it serve you well.

All is ready. We can leave when you command.

Let us go.

Give me arms and horses, Wars will be mine.

You have long tresses, Sister, you will be known.

With sharp scissors They will be cut short.

You have a shy look, Sister, you will be known.

When I am with men I will not look down.

You have a pale face, Sister, you will be known.

With three days on the road, The sun will darken it.

You have erect shoulders, Sister, you will be known.

May my weapons be heavy For my shoulders to fall.

You have a high bosom, Sister, you will be know.

I will shrink my bosom Into my heart within.

You have gentle hands, Sister, you will be know.

There will be wind and rain That will toughen them.

You have broad hips. Sister, you will be known.

They will be under my doublet, Men will never see them.

You have dainty feet, Sister, you will be known.

I will put them in boots, And they will never be shown.

You will be afraid in battle, Sister, you will be known.

I will know how to be a man With my lance in my hand.

You will fall in love, Sister, you will be known.

Those who speak to me of love, Will pay dearly for it.

You have a woman's name, Sister, you will be known.

I will call myself Silvestre, And I will be taken for a man.

Come arms and horses Wars will be mine.

- Who are we fighting against? - We don't know.

A nobleman vanished and the King wants the villains to be hunted down.

I've heard they never fight straight.

A surprise attack and they disappear in the bat of an eye,

like snakes in the rocks.

They attack at night, burning the corn and stealing cattle and women.

War is war, boy...

Let hunger get a grip and you'll see.

Let's hope the lamb doesn't change into a wolf over night.

Are they Moors or men like us?

Moors or not,

if your lance isn't sharp,

better to commend yourself to the angels of paradise, brother!

Damned war!

There's movement over there.

What's that? Where did they wean him from?

The boy was lost. Says he'll only present himself to the lieutenant.

He has fine manners, so we brought him gently.

The lieutenant can decide if the case is worthy or not.

He's skinny, but the way he draws a sword

stops you laughing.

What's going on?

Such an escort for a smooth-skinned brat!

Are you soldiers or women? What do you want, boy?

I come at the king's orders to be enlisted under your command.

- What's your name? - Silvestre, Sir.

You still smell of your nappies...

- How old are you? - More than I look

and I only know fear when God and the Virgin abandon me in battle.

We'll see if you're as dextrous with the sword as with the tongue.

You stay in my service. Get settled in.

We leave tomorrow morning.

When the wolf escapes the trap

it's better to kill him quick before he gets you.

The more you close your eyes, the more you'll see.

Cut the ropes off those wretches and bury them.

Not a sound and not a living soul.

The folk must have escaped to the mountain.

Mount the guard. We'll spend the night here.

Don't stay there in the cold sulking. Are you love-sick?

Come to the fire and forget it before you go to hell.

- Silvestre! - Lieutenant, Sir!

Tomorrow will be a hard day. Come and lie down.

I want your permission to mount guard.

The sentinels are already mounted.

Get me a tankard of wine and come and lie down.

Drink up.

No offence to you, Sir, but I don't drink.

No soldier likes to drink alone.

Then I drink to keep you company, Sir.

Now you're talking sense. The night is cold and it will warm you up.

- You will sleep better. - Yes, lieutenant, Sir.

There's no need to sleep on the ground.

The mat is narrow, but there's room for two.

- It's warmer by the fire. - It will go out during the night.

And you'll wake frozen.

We'll warm one another up and you won't get stiff.

Yes, lieutenant, Sir.

Are you going to sleep dressed and with your sword on?

You can injure us.

Lieutenant, I'm never separated from my sword.

I swore to Our Lady and I will not break the vow.

Silvestre, you're a very odd creature.

The strangest I've ever met.

Yes, lieutenant, Sir.

- Stop that "Yes, lieutenant, Sir." - Yes, lieutenant, Sir.

There aren't many

and there will be even fewer if we take them by surprise.

To the Devil, glory!

I want one or two alive and the rest put to the lance.

Good luck or die well.

You fought like a man and now you cry like a maiden?

What, me crying?

Where are your companions? Whose orders do you follow?

Where's the nobleman you took? Speak, or I'll rip your eyes out.

He refuses to speak. Shall we continue?

It's hideous! Let me question him.

You get nowhere like that and we waste time.

Is it a waste of time to show mercy to our enemies?

You are stubborn...

Go on then. Perhaps this way you'll learn.

Are you thirsty?

No one will ll-treat you, you have my word as a gentleman.

We are looking for a nobleman. Do you know his whereabouts?

Son of a filthy bitch!

War has its rules, boy.

It's a hard task that doesn't go well with silly whims.

Lieutenant, the man's dead. He didn't talk.

Perhaps he knew no more than we do.

Leave him there to mark our passage.

Both girls in their night shirts, I'm telling you.

One knowing, but both willing.

One had to be asked, the other not so much.

The door creaks.

Are you opening up or not? I get it in the face.

I turn my back, go down the street, the door creaks again.

So back I go. I take a deep breath and lean against it.

Doesn't budge at all.

Hello there!

Nothing.

The hinges are stiff and need a bit of oil.

I pretend I'm not interested.

I hear them tittering. That's half the battle.

Open it just ajar, I says.

The bolder one, with the frisky little bum says,

"The hinges are too old for oil.

Come back in a week and put on new ones."

What about a drop of oil from the lamps?

"Come back in a week. The wick's already burning today."

Here I am all ready. If it doesn't move this time I'll blow up.

Blows should rain on your back, leading honourable women astray.

- Can you keep your mouth shut? - Like the tomb.

- Do you like women? - Like few.

Come on, then.

Are you an orphan?

Who is an orphan close to such lovely ladies.

Lovely, did you say?

- Dear little soldier, call me Elza. - And I am Marta!

- Taste this tart. - Drink this wine.

Take me with you.

And I'll wave to you from the window.

- And what shall I do? - Hold your tongue and eat.

- Do not give way to common impulses. - Common?

Yes, let Silvestre decide.

There's nothing to decide.

- The men decide, Elza. - Not a bit of it!

I agree to a lucky draw.

I'm never lucky and you can never resist cheating.

Are you afraid what Silvestre may decide?

- I am indeed. - What must I decide?

Which one of us...

Will receive your affection and burn in your passion.

Don't embarrass me like Solomon.

Loyalty to a superior prevents me from being judge in such a case.

One or other would be hurt.

Hurt! Hurt!

Don't you understand? The ladies want to share you between them.

A slice of cake leaves two mouths watering.

We both want you.

Both or neither that's our device.

Without wishing to offend you, ladies, my friend is my brother.

I cannot leave him, nor accept anything I cannot share with him.

Accept my homage and permit me to retire.

Farewell, ladies.

Flown, both of them... And all through your fault.

You could have had the lieutenant. He's not deformed.

Then things could have been sorted out with the little soldier.

Oh sister, spare me, I'm inconsolable...

I always lose my head over young boys.

- And this one was surely still green. - Now you'll never know.

Nibbling increases the appetite more than fasting.

- I'm much worse. - I as well.

- Perhaps they will come back. - Perhaps...

Dress your hair.

Half-crazed, when the defences were down and the fanfare sounded.

I would have got there too.

One moves in gently and you get what you want.

Did I ask you to defend my cause?

It is not for a nobleman to take what others have left.

Show me leftovers like those and you'll see if I die of hunger!

Not only hunger makes a beggar.

Enough! A soldier bears no rancour.

But it's a sin to waste the luck one has with ladies!

I've never seen anyone with luck like yours! If it were I...

Do you desire nothing else from life than luck with ladies?

When a man's hot blooded, he must put out his fire.

Then it's better to throw himself in the river.

Well said.

Come on. Water helps to clean the spirit!

Fresh water is for ladies, But were they only invited

It is not fit for men, For them only the waters of the sea.

What are you mumbling about? Jump in, you won't drown!

It's an order!

The camp has been attacked!

Our men are fighting to the last. We fear the worst.

Go ask for reinforcements, we'll try to hold them off 'til you come.

Don't lose more time. We'll give these vermin a sound beating.

This looks ugly, but I've seen worse.

Good luck! Don't move far from me. I'll try to cover you.

Good fighting, lieutenant.

God be praised.

What way is the battle going?

They took fright at the reinforcements. That will teach them.

Don't remove my clothes, I beg you!

I have to see the wound. Don't move.

You're bleeding a lot.

Don't remove my clothes. I want to be buried dressed as I am.

You're not that bad.

If you remove my clothes, I'll kill you!

The Devil takes you...

You're quite capable of it.

He's fainted, poor boy...

At least you will calm down.

It must be causing him great pain.

Ah, blind fool!

And slow to understand!

Without knowing, I knew. It was enough to follow the heart.

There was something about him...

There is something about her.

The eyes are those of a woman, not of a man.

My friend! My beloved one!

Blind fool!

Sílvia, you have a visitor that will please you.

Is it he?

Why do you dally? Bring him to me. Run!

I came to learn of your wounds, lady.

Your sister has already told me that they are not serious.

In short they will be no more than marks of another life.

- What news of my father? - We have not spared our efforts.

But in vain, there is little hope.

I tell you because I know you to be brave.

I know you always do your best.

And your lady friends?

Have you saved them from their frightful husbands?

I have had little free time. You make me blush, lady.

I didn't ask out of malice.

I have thought a lot about that. Each one is what he was born for.

- Have you taken your vows? - To serve the King.

I know little about what else I was born for.

Let me return the King's order to you.

Forgive my cunning. Would you have enlisted me any other way?

I think not, but you owe me no pardon.

If there was a lack of zeal

then it was on the part of he who never learnt to read.

A friar read it to me, and I know it by heart.

"Who is this that comes like the dawn,

"lovely as the moon, brilliant as the sun,

formidable as an army of standards?"

They are the words of the Holy Scriptures.

If you cherish them hold them to yourself always.

I entrust you with them.

They are words too beautiful for a soldier.

What is more beautiful than a soldier knight?

A damsel that goes to war.

The reputation of the damsel warrior spread throughout the kingdom.

Wishing to know the heroine,

the King ordered Sílvia to come and live in his castle.

Nothing more was heard of Don Rodrigo

and all hope was soon lost.

One day a stranger arrived at court, Don Raimundo de Montenegro,

who said he was the bearer of news of Don Rodrigo.

"Montenegro of that line that was banished from the court?",

asked the King.

There was some doubt.

"We shall see what news this fool brings us", the King said.

"It is you who is the fool, he is nothing", said the jester.

Are you Don Raimundo de Montenegro?

I am he, Sire.

Are you of the line that was banished from court?

I know no other blood flowing in my veins.

Blood of the enemies of the crown.

We will close our ears to past quarrels.

We hope that the news you bring is not grave.

Don Rodrigo is alive and in good health.

Have you seen my father? Where is he?

His ransom depends on a courageous undertaking.

I will mobilize the kingdom, and if need be, lead the army myself.

I will bring him safe and sound if the price pleases me.

It would be a severe sovereign unable to right the woes of his subjects.

State your price, it is granted.

I ask nothing, Sire.

Free I came, and free I leave.

If in the meantime your insolence does not cost you your head.

We owe one another nothing...

- An honourable market. - Speak forthwith.

I want that damsel.

Guards! Take this fool away. Hold him.

"No, not yet," the King said.

What do you say, Sílvia? Shall we crown or kill the usurper?

Decide.

My humble person is little in exchange for my father's life.

Do you sacrifice the bloom of your life to such a low lord?

I ask only that he lights his eyes on greater assets.

I am not concerned with assets, only with you.

I want your body,

your soul,

your peace of mind.

Bring my father quickly, and I will be your wife.

Now that your whims are satisfied, you may retire.

The audience is over.

See how a noble daughter faces the unknown for love of her father.

A fine example of the damsel who in war and peace gives her life for his.

Proclaim it so throughout the kingdom.

Musicians! A song of kisses and death.

Light!

More light!

So be it, Sir.

My poor love.

This man made a pact with the Devil.

He was the cause of all the past calamities,

the vicious prosecutor of the innocence of my sister.

He will never again torment anyone.

Daughter, what barbarous events do you speak of?

What hand is that?

I scarcely understand.

My dear father, the bewitched hand is that of this devil.

Someone in this hall cut it off with a sword

and kept it in brine whilst you went to the court.

Did you open the door in my absence?

It was not Susana's fault.

It was only I who disobeyed your orders.

You only bring an old man grief.

We will talk of this later.

May the hogs revive this hog's carcass!

They are eating him.

Come and see. The hand, the face, the eyes!

If you dally, you will only find the bones.

Leave me.

Now I am alone before the stars.

Subtitling Pedro Póvoa / CRISTBET, Lda.