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At that time, the Ottomans collected the conquered from the occupied lands and raised them as their own.

They were trained to be fearsome warriors, called janissaries.

they were sent against their former people. Marco Benedetti di Vicenza

was once such a janitðar. Until he was freed.

This is my black death knell.

I'll take it away, I'll die

and I am born again.

Marco Benedetti di Vicenza,

you've passed here a long way to get here.

What sins did you commit on the road have you committed on the road?

Confess your sins to us

and ask for redemption.

Almighty Allah!

Over many years, every day of God

I began my prayer with the name of Allah.

Over the long years I lived in a distant country.

I lived there with my father and my brother.

I called them my family and this land my home.

My family gave me gave me a gun and taught me how to kill.

For many years I killed your fathers and sons with their hands!

Silence!

When I was nine years old,

I was god-fearing parents who loved me.

And then one day they tore they took me from my home.

They took me to another country.

Gave to my other family. Gave me another God.

They gave me a new name. And every every day they asked me who I was.

And every day I repeated the same words:

I'm Mete.

And I listened to Harputi's Berzan Bee.

Hasan Balaban is my brother. And I will remain a Janissary for the rest of my life.

These are the words I repeated to them. The Turks killed my God.

I will never forget it and can never forgive.

Long years of every night in silence

I prayed to my God whose name is Vengeance!

I am not a Muslim, my lord.

And I am not a true Christian. I'm not even a man or a woman.

I am the dragon who bred for fury and wrath!

And at your command, I burn this whole world to the ground!

Give me the knighthood, my lord.

and I swear to you that I will destroy everything I ever loved.

Marco Benedetti di Vicenza.

The Turkish way.

The wine dragon.

Francesco di Paolo, Prince Bishop of Trento

consecrates you a knight.

May your courage and your loyalty always steadfast.

You are now a knight, sir. Congratulations.

Believe me, I am much more than that. Get your soldiers ready.

At the end of the road we head to the village.

TURKEY Part II.

What are you waxing? On the previous owner no longer needs it.

I think that jewel belongs to me. Because I killed its owner.

And I need a horse.

You're it... - Turkish, yes.

I wouldn't hurt you.

Thank you.

Topo was my friend.

He didn't hurt a fly.

Take what you want. It's yours.

But not everyone is like that like me, so it's better to split up.

You are... - Yes. I won't be here long.

I already lost a whole night. - So you're going to follow this scoundrel?

Are you going to Trento? That bastard went back to the city.

The roots of your overlord. Marco, or whatever his name is.

Trento?

Marco? - Yes.

You helped me more than you know.

It's yours.

You can't bury him here! - This is where his family members rest.

Put him somewhere else! - Keep away!

Get the black away! - Gloria!

I understand your grief. - You don't understand anything, Dad.

You can't bury Topo here. God forgive him for his sins.

This boy had not even been baptised. - And whose fault is that?

You sent him out of the village right after he was born.

Don't talk like that!

We all loved Topo. - Mouse! You called him a mouse!

And no one bothered to give it a name!

And now you want me to leave his body in the ditch like a rat?

God's ways are mysterious. We cannot question God.

simply because the gates of heaven are closed to this boy.

He had a mark on his face. So what?

He was a kind and caring child. - Gloria, but she's gone.

Did you know he was praying? Quietly, so I wouldn't hear.

Do you know what he prayed for?

To be after death to be with your parents.

Please, stop. We have to go. - Please, let me dig a grave.

Let him be with his family. Please.

This is the judge. He's looking for you.

I heard how they accuse you of conspiracy.

They want you over to put an end to it.

Can't you see what's happening? The villagers are divided into two camps.

I'm begging you, get out of here. - This is barbaric!

Turks! What does he need here?

I'm not leaving him here.

We will not leave.

His home is not here. His home is where you are.

My son!

He was the bravest of them all.

She was brave, like her mother.

When the soldiers came,

I told them he's not my son and he heard it!

I said that in his defence. You should have seen his face.

I should have told them to tell those people that he was my son.

I should have been his mother.

He should have know that he was not alone.

He knew. And he knows now.

Death will not separate you.

You will always be his mother.

Allah, do not burden us more than we can bear.

Also do not penalise us when we err.

Do not burden us with these with the sins of those who were before us.

Don't test us beyond our strength. Please forgive us, Allah. Amen.

Wait. Let me talk to them.

Helps to stop blood being spilled. In memory of Topo.

What did they want?

I had no idea that I had so many admirers.

This is the best I could do.

The knight has arrived.

Your speech was wonderful.

Very expressive. I wonder what I can do for you,

but I've done enough.

So, what are you doing on this beautiful day? can you do for me, Venetian dragon?

Wine. - Yes, wine.

I want to ask your permission.

Villages that you so graciously have so lovingly entrusted to me.

I would like to create order there personally.

Which villages are we talking about? - Someda,

Forno, variety.

And Moena. Lovely and picturesque.

Moena.

And this is your man,

dog nicknamed Hungarian knight... - Dog's Bone.

Hasn't he already visited Moena?

Is there a problem? - No. On the contrary.

I just can't wait to see when to start the service. - Or so.

You're something special, aren't you? Good enough.

You can go, knight.

Should I approach, my lord?

We have already discussed this. You said...

You promised that Diana and I...

So that, after being knighted. I can ask for his hand.

And I would like... - Diana!

Come here, darling.

Diana is her father's favourite daughter.

Isn't it, Diana?

Diana since childhood she has been taking milk baths.

I ordered it. Didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Diana bed linen is the finest Indian silk.

The clothes are from Paris.

I dress him myself.

Every day.

Isn't that right, dear? - Yes, sir.

Wherever I go, he follows me.

Diana is my pure, innocent child.

Isn't it?

Isn't it? - Yes. Of course.

Of course, one day he will leave me.

Perhaps at the hands of a knight. But it's not just a knight.

Not without any origin, a poor knight, not a homeless slave.

Just a knight who rules his own land, loved and respected by his people.

But most importantly...

What matters most, Marco? - That he serves you

with boundless commitment.

Are you the knight?

I can do it.

God be with you.

Wait!

Diana found out that you and wrote you a letter.

He asked me to pass it on to you.

Who am I to come between two young lovers?

Don't forget:

absolutely everything you have is mine.

Everything I have is also mine.

Except in the case of, I decide otherwise.

Lord Berisson arrived.

Members of the Janissary Second Unit. As of now, you may leave.

You are no longer involved in the army. - We did everything the master ordered.

Is this true?

Did we do everything we were told?

I have one last task for you.

If I do it myself, then I am breaking my oath.

So I ask you to listen to your heart.

Will you do it?

Did Berisson invite us to fire us?

He did not fire us. He gave us a task.

The Lord of my heart, the true Lord of my body master, architect of my future.

I'm waiting for you with commitment and my heart trembles.

If you're expecting it, then you don't know me, my dear.

My heart does not belong neither to my father nor to you.

And I only listen to the voice of my heart.

Do you have the key to my chastity belt?

You are not my darling.

If you should die in battle, my darling, I will dance on your grave.

We have a dream, my love.

Go and do it. Keep the peasants, burn the witch and condemn the Turks.

Do whatever you have to, to seize victory.

Let your hands get dirty with innocent blood. Then come back to me

and touch me with your bloody hands.

Allow me that our love through sin, betrayal and fire.

I'm a hairdryer who gives up my heart only to the dragon.

Together, we will build a home from our fire.

We light them for the departed to release their spirit.

You really are a witch.

It seems that there were also witches in your family. What are you cooking in that pot?

This is called a paralvax.

It is in memory of the dead. We share it with the poor and the hungry.

This is how we ease the pain of the dead.

See those purple cannas? Deliver them to Topo's grave tomorrow.

Is this a ceremony? - A family tradition.

Purple carnations are the in memory of all the murdered women.

In this field?

Yes, resting here all the women of my family.

Two hundred years ago

it rained flowers one day like rain from the sky.

Everyone thought it was Satan or witches.

But they were not witches,

but my great-grandmother. She planted some cuttings here and waited,

when the wind blows them petals straight to Moena.

On this day became The Grand Inquisitor found out.

And came here to again to make women suffer.

But there was something he didn't know. - It was a trap.

The Inquisitor wasn't as clever as you.

She asked him: "Why are you deceiving us, you crazy woman?"

He finally realised that he could not he could not leave the village.

Because, he said, I knew you were coming.

So here I am.

No formalities, I do it all myself. And I'll take you with me.

On this day, the witch of Moena kept the hemp.

your timuka hard and set himself on fire.

They burned in a single flame. Almost 200 years ago

he sacrificed himself to so that we could live in peace.

Nobody came here anymore.

But now it's my turn.

With us

we are more alike than you think.

Why do you think that? Was your mother a witch too?

My father

Berzan-by,

From the Green Belts group, Defender of Harputi Castle.

As was his father and his father before him.

For centuries they have protected their lands from enemies.

I understand. You feel responsible.

And that responsibility is weighing on me.

As if by fate chose my path for me.

But you can always get back home and rewrite your destiny.

Maybe.

But who knows,

maybe I'll change it now.

Here. With you.

Or are we just too stuck in things like fate and predestination.

Maybe, what we have, is only here and now.

Tell me,

whether your traditions allow you to touch the woman you are protecting?

Probably not.

Even if no one finds out?

This is prohibited. - Even in a godforsaken place?

Even in a hut at the top of a hill?

No matter where.

Even if two lonely hearts have found each other?

No. Not even then.

Even if they do not anyone else left in the world?

No homeland, no friends or family.

What's wrong if we we can find comfort in each other?

What if it is a sin? For all we have with you is us.

Forgive me, Hassan.

Are you ready? - Yes.

We are ready. On the outskirts of the city, as you ordered.

Very good. We run a column of knights into battle,

without our dear prince knowing Is that a problem?

Of course this is a problem. - But this, my old friend,

is the price to be paid for this to build a house of fire.

Gloria.

Where is Gloria? - What did you do with her?

I would never hurt Gloria. I've known him since birth.

Where is he? - They took him away.

The decision had already been made, when he came to bury Topo.

Rudolf and his men took him away.

Gloria ta...

Ta...

Gloria said she give herself up.

He is surrendering to the sovereign. I shouldn't have let that happen.

I'm leaving. I'm going to Gloriale and take her away from this village.

Who do you think you are? And why are you still here?

Glorial does not need you. He can better than any of us.

Don't try to find him. Do you want to stop me?

Not me. Gloria. I don't care about you, Turk.

If you're here on this on this godforsaken mountain,

I would just see how crows eat your liver.

But when they see you together, he will be burnt at the stake.

I'll figure out how to save him. But you have to disappear.

Get out of this village. It doesn't matter whether you want it or not,

but Gloria wants it, for you to go home.

Go home to your family.

You will never see me again, but on one condition. - What condition?

You're a blacksmith, right? Bring all the weapons you have.

You want to bare me rob me, you arrogant bastard?

Bring all you've got, blacksmith.

What are you planning, Turk?

Was the bastard telling the truth? - There's no need to talk like that.

This situation between you and him... - They were not arrows or spears.

He was killed with a bayonet. Balaban did it.

They were sent here to bury the bodies. That's clear.

But what do these men have to do with the Met? Why was Balaban chasing them?

Where are you going?

Make this man talk. In the meantime, we're going to look for our brother.

They are coming!

They are coming!

They are coming! - Ring the bell!

Ring the bell!

Half the village has risen up against us. But what if they are right?

What if we commit a grave sin? - I'm not interested in sin, Father.

This woman once saved my daughter. But if need be, I'll throw her into the flames.

Unlike you, not afraid I sin. - What then?

I fear for our village. Nothing will happen to me.

But if we don't burn this witch, then our people will burn.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I'll never forget what you you have done for our village, Gloria.

You'll forget. - The court will be held in the city.

We'll be there. We'll testify in your favour.

You'll see, in a week we'll laugh about it.

Judge, you're good at maths.

How many women are on the Inquisition tribunal acquitted?

It's hard to tell from memory. - I think your memory is perfectly fine.

That number is zero, none.

Father, have you ever wondered why only women are accused of witchcraft?

What do you want to say, my child? - Because your God is a man.

And men, even gods, fear women more than death.

We are not afraid of women...

Helps. Let's go.

It took you a long time, my faithful wolf.

And now we are finally home.

My lord, welcome to our village!

This village is not yours, it is mine. - Of course, sir, that's what I meant.

Your visit.

Not so long ago it happened an unpleasant event happened here.

A Turkish barbarian attacked my people.

Yes. That was it, sir.

This Turkish barbarian tied the boy up and killed him.

Yes, it was.

But a lone Turk does not could never defeat my men.

He was almost caught, but the village the witch of the village witched away our warriors.

If you say so. - Yes, I say so.

What do you say?

Everything you say is true, my Lord.

You are so boring.

Tell me if it is the village priest next to you?

Yes, sir, I am Father Angelo Pinci.

Isa Angelo Pinci.

So,

who am I?

You are Marco Benedetti di Vicenza.

Right.

But who am I?

You are here... In this village...

I am the saviour of this village.

Tell me where the Turk is, so I can save you.

We chased him away, sir. We threw him out of the village.

Excellent! But the witch? Where is the witch?

Here it is. We give it to you in the hands of your justice.

Warriors, take this woman!

Protect the Commander! Warriors, forward!

You will not touch that woman! - Let her go!

Get back! All back!

Gloria. - Help!

As-salamu alaykum. Mate.

Aleikum a salam, my brother. - Come and show yourself.

But you're on my land now. You have to talk to me

in my language.

Commander, what are you doing? - I'm saving your men's lives.

Don't worry, my brother Hasan will never attack the unarmed.

That day there in Crimea,

we killed together

50 soldiers?

More.

Maybe.

Spears, arrows, tight ropes for dropping horses.

I'm sure there are campfires in the forest too.

A lot.

Why, Mate?

I loved you more than myself.

Language.

To them, I am a traitor. I was exiled.

You tore me away from everything and from everyone I love.

Why, Mete?

It's simple.

Everything you're currently without,

I've been without for years.

And I wanted you to understand, what it feels like to be me.

You're paying for it, Mete. - Stop it, Hasan.

I can feel you like my five fingers.

But tell me,

I am curious.

Is it because of him,

that girl?

You're right, Gloria. When Balaban Balaban loves, he loves till death.

Talk to me, not him.

Did he promise you too?

Did he say that with you nothing would ever happen to you?

He knows how to create that feeling, like nothing is happening to you,

when he's next to you. - Talk to me, Mete.

Surely he told you that he is your and he'll never let you go.

Don't believe him.

You know what they say, Hasan?

To the greatest pain can only be caused by loved ones.

And that's what you did.

Can I hug him? For the last time. And...

Don't worry, he'll be yours after this.

Mete!

Mete! Stop these games, help!

We have swords in our hands. Let's stop this.

Oh, Hasan... Over the years

I finally managed to find your weak spot.

Shall we stop?

No, my brother, the game is just beginning.

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