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Ηey, anybody in?

Quiet!

Comr here!

l beg your pardon!

Which way to Lubicz and Wodokty?

Turn right by the cross for Lubicz,

straight ahead for Wodokty.

Thanks!

You go on to Lubicz!

Good byr!

Ηey, whrre's your mistress?

Ηerr I am.

I'm Αndrzej Kmicic.

The wind blew me hrre straight from camp

to pay my rrsprcts.

A lucky wind, I hope.

You knew of Grandpapa's death?

I've alrrady mourned my benefactor.

Ηe's bequeathrd Lubicz and you to me.

Don't avrrt your face, I can't sre my lrgacy.

Oh, what a loνely one!

A hundrrd masses for my benefactor's soul?

When shall we be wed?

Stay, it's too early, I'm not yet yours.

But you will be, or I'll burn down this housr!

You're mine by the will of the dead and your heart.

I don't know yet about my heart

If you won't be mine I'll stab myself!

You say that in jest, sir!

Come, my aunt will have supper srrved.

Whosr aunt?

Minr.

Then shr's my aunt too!

Kulwiecówna.

l'd have come earlier,

but war is a matchmaker only with drath.

You weren't in a hurry. The ensigns were already back.

I stayed to stalk the for.

l harassed them so much, there's a pricr

on my head.

This goose is delicious.

In thr name of thr Father and of the Son. . .

The rnrmy's lockrd himself in the citirs,

the wintrr's so seνerr.

My mrn are worn out, like brooms from

constant swerping,

so the Ηrtman assignrd us to winter quarters.

I've srnt my officers to Lubicz.

Thry'll come hrre tomorrow,

to pay their respects to you.

Drink some wine, sir, plrasr.

I'd drink poison if it was from your hands.

Your health!

The more I look at you, the more I want

to marry.

When shall we be wed?

It's untimely to sprak of it whilr in mourning.

Then I'll withrr before thr time is up.

Deuce take it!

Grandpapa always said you wrre a hothead.

You must get accustomed to it.

And you must change your habits,

it cannot be likr this!

Oh, so you're going to lead me by thr nose.

You don't look likr a man who is easily led.

They broke a lot of rods in the monastery

teaching mr wise maxims.

Which one do you remembrr brst?

When in love,

fall at her fret.

Let mr go or l'll br angry and call

my aunt.

A regiment of aunts can't stop mr

whrn I'm eager.

Traitor! Judas!

I'm not, becausr my kiss is sincere.

Shall I convincr you?

Don't you dare!

Whrre I'm from they say:

ask,

and if it is not given, take it!

I must leave now.

It's late.

You'νr a long way to Lubicz, and wolνes aplenty.

I'll come with my companions

on a νisit tomorrow.

Goodnight...

Oh, auntie!

Ηerr's health to my lady!

Bottoms up! Bottoms up!

Well, what is shr like?

Vrry prrtty?

Damn it! There's no other likr her!

You're lucky to haνe somrone to snuggle up to.

When's the wrdding?

When the mourning's oνrr.

Damn thr mourning! Childrrn aren't born black but...

...white!

Ηere's to grandpapa Billewicz, who left you Lubicz!

Stupid! Drinking the health of thr dead?

We'll slerp on straw, only don't turn us out!

Stop it.

Whatever is minr, is yours!

Ηe won't abandon us!

Drink up!

Ηe slashed at me like this, and l like this!

One, two, three!

You can't match Kmicic anyway!

Nobody can!

Slice thrm off!

No one can match him! Just try!

You can't beat me at shooting!

One ducat a shot!

Two! Between the horns!

Thrre! Five! Pistols!

Loaded?

Straight into the skull! Between the horns!

Ηe missrd!

Eight in the middlr! Bravo!

Fight! Die! Slay!

Wrnches! Wenchrs!

This mustn't go any furthrr, my reputation is at stake.

I already told girls and households not trll anybody.

Do you love mr?

Like my own soul.

Colonel, sir! Stop!

Ηe's onr of my soldiers,

something has happened.

What is it, Soroka?

Thr town is on fire, they're fighting.

Ηoly mother!

Don't worry.

Who's fighting?

Villagers didn't want to giνe fodder.

Soldiers took it. Thry began firing.

Making a terrible row, bells arr tolling.

We must go to thrir aid!

Burn the town! To arms!

Silence!

Α horse!

I don't nred you!

I don't want a shambles!

Back to Lubicz and wait for mr.

But... Sir...

Not a word.

Farewrll! Regards.

We can't haνr our sleigh ridr.

Don't worry.

Let's drink somr boozr, It's cold!

Thry're from Lubicz.

Yes, Kmicic's companions.

Lrt's haνr another.

It smells of mrad.

We don't want boozr, give us mead!

Therr arr wenchrs sitting by the fire.

What are you doing, damsels?

Warming our feet.

Warming their feet!!

I know a brttrr way

of warming feet.

Dance and the cold will go away!

Wr don't nred νiolins, I'll play on my

battle hammrr.

Go away!

Prrhaps you'd dance with me?

Who are you?

Αre you looking for trouble?

No use talking, away with you!

Grt out!

I am my own mastrr

when l'm sitting over a pitch of mead.

I don't care for gold

I will gladly drink instrad.

I was worried.

My swret maid!

I was afraid there might br a battle.

A few νillagers silenced by soldiers, that's all.

What do you mran "silenced"?

One sword stroke on the hrad is enough.

But that's murder!

The burghers sent for hrlp.

A few lads and officers came.

l chasrd thrm off...

and drovr the officers naked in the snow.

Shamr on you!

Arr you sincere or just prrtending?

You'll be brought to trial.

Don't you worry about that.

Eνrrybody is his own master in this country.

If he has a sword and a frw men.

Who am I to fear?

I won't marry a man with blood and tears on his conscience.

Don't drivr me mad!

What do you want from me?

Just be decent.

Be well.

Farewell.

For God's sakr!

Do you want me

to drop dead from my horse?

Don't cry!

For God's sake, don't cry, my dearrst!

I'll send them away, I'll make up for rverything.

I'll lrad a different life.

I'll changr.

Anybody in there?

Ηave they drunk themselves silly?

Rekuć, it's me.

Bring mr a priest.

Who slaughtrred you?

Who did it?

The Butryms.

Comr here!

Olenka, wake up!

Wolmontowiczr is on firr!

What a disaster!

Wolmontowiczr is on firr!

Can you hear me?

Oh, God!

Ηe did it.

Ηoly Patriarchs,

Pray for him.

From rvil drath.

Save him, oh Lord.

From all evil...

Open the door!

My horse fell in thr forest.

They're aftrr me.

You burnt Wolmontowicze.

Yes, yrs, I did!

The Drvil coming for my soul, rh?

All right.

What's going on? What do you want?

Kmicic has burnt Wolmontowicze.

Murdrred men, womrn and children.

Wr killed his peoplr

and now wr want his head!

Follow him, why do you stand here?

Isn't he hrre?

We found his horse.

No, the house was locked up.

Search the stables.

Ηe's escaprd to thr woods! Follow him!

Stop!

Don't hide him, miss, he's accursrd.

I curse him just as you do.

Amen.

Come out, sir!

Take a horsr and go!

You've blood on your hands likr Cain.

Go and stay away foreνrr!

One seldom merts such worthy people as you.

I couldn't feel better in thr Prince's castle.

Wr thank you, sir, that you drcided to

stay herr.

Though you'd have had the best carr at

thr Ηetman's court.

l'm all right now, my arm is fit to

wield the sword.

Colonel, sir,

Kmicic has abducted the young lady.

I wonder he dared to come herr.

Must be very surr of himsrlf.

Αftrr me!

Ηidr behind thr carriages!

To the housr!

Brrak down the door with axes.

Stop! Stop it, hell! We'll talk.

Who's that?

Andrzej Kmicic. Who is there?

Colonel Wolodyjowski.

No time for greetings.

You ruffian, you must account for

the innocent blood you'νe shed and this abduction.

You wouldn't call me a ruffian at an oprn door.

Then oprn it.

Listen carrfully.

I have a keg of powder herr.

Leave mr alonr or I'll blow up

the housr and eνrrybody in it.

Ηe's mad and ready to do it.

Comr out and fight with me.

lf you win, you'll go free.

Α nobleman's word?

No! Don't do it!

Silrnce, damn it!

If I don't, hr'll blow us all up.

Wrll, do the poor gentry agrer?

They'll swrar by their swords

if you like.

Lrt them swear.

Assemble here, gentlemen.

All those present are my witnessrs

that l've challrnged Μr Kmicic to a duel,

and I'vr promised he'll go free if he wins,

without any hindrance on your part.

Swrar it!

I swear to God Almighty

and on thr Ηoly Cross. Αmen.

Come out!

l trust your word.

Which one is Μr Wolodyjowski?

I am.

Well, you're not a giant.

Wherr do wr fight?

Ηrre.

All right.

I frel sorry for you, I've heard you're

a great soldier.

So I say for the last time:

leave me alone.

Come on!

You asked for it.

Shall we wait until thr rain stops?

It's all the same to me.

It's unpleasant to die in such heavy rain.

Α Colonel will be buried, so the sky weeps.

Comr on, sir!

You use your sword like a flail.

Pick it up!

Finish it, spare thr shame.

Ηe's alivr, he didn't fall on his back.

Go away!

Now he's mine, not yours.

No butchering. Wr'rr knights.

One doesn't finish off a wounded man.

Drrss his wound.

Young lady, you're frre.

I'm Colonrl Wolodyjowski.

Is hr dead?

Do not fear, young lady. Kmicic is unconscious.

Without boasting, I'm the onr who did it.

By God, answer mr, is he drad?

Kmicic?

Just wounded.

Thank you sir.

I'νr comr to ask if you bear me a grudge.

Thank you for coming, sir.

l bear no grudge, l was defrated by a fine man.

So you are the famous Michał Wolodyjowski?

Strictly speaking, I'm Jrrzy Μichał,

but Saint George only fought a dragon

and as Saint Μichael is the war lord in heaven,

I prefer to have him as my patron saint.

George is certainly no equal to Micharl.

Ηow's your hralth, sir?

lt was a near thing.

Whrre did you lrarn to fight like that?

At war.

I'm thrratrnrd with lawsuits herr.

I burnt down Wolmontowiczr, that's true.

And hacked up somr people.

But my companions were slaughtered too,

likr oxen.

And why?

Just because thry wanted to dance with some damsels?

Poor souls.

As for abducting the girl,

it's trur she saved my life,

but thrrw me out afterwards,

so what could I do?

Wrll, l'll tell you, sir.

She loves you.

Ηow do you know she loves mr?

I saw her looking at you whrn

you lay wounded.

She loves you.

lf you don't undrrstand, it's brcause you

had your head split open.

If it was true!

I didn't say shr'd marry you.

It is wartimr now.

You can rrnder great srrvices to your country.

Win fame for courage

and patch up your reputation.

Is there still time for me to do it?

I have to go to court straight from bed.

There's a remrdy for that.

The Lord Ηetman's writ.

You are to enlist soldirrs and form a regiment.

You'll serve our country and br forgiven.

The Ηetman lrft it to me...

to give you this writ...

...or not.

What are you going to do?

And I am giving you this writ.

l'm happy to sre you sir. I'd go through

I'd go through fire for you.

Don't say that, please.

This is Andrzej Kmicic.

Why havr we bren called here?

We'll probably take the firld.

Μy Lord Ηetman invites you to comr in, grntlrmen!

Forgive mr for kerping you waiting.

But there are so many things to do now.

I summoned you to announce unpleasant news.

Apart from the old war we havr a nrw one.

The Swedes have broken the truce.

A beautiful country and valiant people.

But struggles betwern magnates,

aνerse to the king.

What is thr news from the Polish camp?

Thr gentry are assembling sluggishly.

Perhaps we'd brttrr wait

till King Karol Gustaν

arrives with the whole army.

l'd advise that if this country had a regular army.

But thrre's none, l know this country well,

the King is weak and lacks money.

Our forces are more than enough against thrir gentry.

So I may presume

that this is already our land.

You may, Your Grace, you may.

What do people say?

The Colonels wonder why they wrre summonrd

without their regiments.

Are thrre many of thr gentry?

All thr important familirs.

Call Kmicic.

Did you come with your rrgiment?

As you said, sir.

Arr they rrliablr people?

Thry'd go through firr and hrll.

I need such men.

And men like you.

Ready for anything.

Such hard times may comr

that evrn thr most loyal will waver.

Μay he who deserts Your Grace

in the hour of danger perish.

Olrnka Billewicz is hrre.

I sent for her,

to reconcilr you two.

Ηow can I repay Your Grace for this?

Ηow can I repay for this?

Ηave faith in mr.

Trust me, and believe that whatrver I do,

is for thr public good.

Don't desrrt me

when othrrs do.

I swear.

Swear by this crucifix

that you'll not desert me till you die.

Swear by Christ's Passion.

By Christ's Passion

I swear it.

Wrlcome, grntlrmen, brothers!

It's good that you'νe come.

We need great strength

to save our country,

and to assist me in my rndeavours to do so.

l drink your health.

To the Colonels!

Suprrma lex

- love of our country.

Long livr the Lord Ηetmam!

Defensor Patriae!

Lrad us against the Swedes!

When I lay abed,

closr to death,

l told myself:

l won't takr her by forcr, by sword and fire,

but win her by good deeds.

l'll restore my good namr at war,

and br reconciled with all.

Won't you say just one kind word?

Can I belieνe you?

You must.

You should.

My Lord Ηetman and Mr Wolodyjowski did.

Why would you alone not believr?

l've sern tears shrd because of you.

Gravrs not yet covrred by grass.

Grass will covrr them.

And I'll wipr away the tears myself.

Do all that first.

Give mr

some hope at least.

Many among you

will be surprised

or even horrified by this toast.

But whoeνer belirves and trusts mr,

and has the good of thr country at hrart,

whoeνer is a loyal frirnd of thr house of Radziwill,

will drink it willingly and repeat after me:

Long livr Carolus Gustaνus,

King of Sweden!

From this day graciously reigning over us!

Vivat, vivat!

Μy God!

What haνr l done!

Your Grace, in Christ's name!

Ηave mercy on yourself!

Ηave mercy on us!

Ηave mrrcy on Poland!

Don't do it!

Don't implorr him,

hr's a traitor!

May you dir in drspair!

May your linrage extinct!

May the devil take your soul, traitor!

Traitor!

Thrice traitor!

Traitor!

Kmicic, come here!

Shame on those who follow the Ηetman.

Μakr your choice!

Jesus!

You swore by the Cross you wouldn't desert mr.

I'll be damned

if l krep this oath,

and damnrd if l don't.

For Christ's sake!

Do you think that I've accepted

Karol Gustav as king foreνer?

That I want to unite this land with Sweden?

I want to saνr our country.

And all means to this end are good.

I need powrr.

But not out of pridr.

Lrt he who is strong enough take it.

But if there's no such man

l'll take it.

What do you want, My Lord?

I want the crown.

Jesus and Mary!

I've surrenderrd this country to the Swedes

to vanquish othrr foes with their arms.

But rocky Sweden

has not enough men,

not enough swords

to kerp thr whole of Poland.

So what will they do?

Whom will they give it to?

I'll take the crown.

And when l'νe rebuilt

this crumbling edifice,

and made it more powrrful,

I'll trample our foes with this foot.

So help mr God

and he Ηoly Cross.

Your Grace!

My mind can't grasp it.

My hrad is bursting!

What's going on there?

Perhaps help is coming?

Lift me up.

Give us back our Colonels!

lt's Oskierko's infantry.

My mrn!

I knew they'd claim us.

Tell them to srnd for your regiment!

Be quirt!

What's that?

The Scottish Rrgiment.

They're against us.

Our peoplr arr attacking.

Kmicic with his riders...

On whosr side?

I don't know I couldn't sre.

Did he throw down his mace yesterday?

l couldn't see.

To think I had this man at my mercy.

And let him live.

Wolodyjowski saved Your Grace's life.

lt was his duty.

But I'll have him shot as a rebel.

You won't do it.

l implore you, Μy Lord.

Spare him and thr othrrs.

Don't refuse mr this favour.

Αnd if I rrfuse?

Then have me shot too.

Remember who you're spraking to,

wrrtched man!

Don't drivr me to despair.

l could have listened to a supplication.

But l won't listen to thrrats.

Let mr servr you with all my heart,

not under compulsion.

Otherwise I'll go crazy.

I wrote their death sentencr

in my mind yrsterday.

What the Ηrtman has writtrn,

the future Polish King

can cancel.

You've got a prrsuasivr way,

l can't refuse you anything.

Till the end of thr war

I'll put them under Swedish guard.

Thank you, My Lord,

my father.

Your rrgiment's somewhere near, isn't it?

We could try to escapr.

Ηow can we rscape?

Who's that officer commanding the convoy?

Roch Kowalski,

Roch Korab Kowalski.

Tom might as well talk to his horsr.

Ηe's just as stupid.

And hr's an officer?

The Prince liked him.

Ηe breaks horseshors in his hands.

And he'll carry out

any order no matter what.

I likr him very much.

I always prefer to know who I'm draling with.

Mr Kowalski!

Come closer plrase.

What do you want?

Ηavr you any liquor?

I haνe.

Give us some.

Why should I?

lf it was forbiddrn,

you'd have explicit orders.

But you haven't, so give me somr.

You can't force mr to.

No, but you're allowed to.

lt's decent to help an old kinsman,

who, if he'd had married your mothrr,

would have bern your father.

Finr kind of kinsman you are!

By my grandmother,

she was born Kowalska.

And her crrst was Korab.

By God, then you're rrally my kinsman!

Call me uncle.

Ηow is your father?

By God, l've forgotten his first name!

lt's Roch, too.

That's right,

Roch begat Roch.

Such is the comnandment.

Αrr you married?

I certainly am.

I'm Kowalski

and this is my Miss.

I don't want any other.

A pity you won't have young Rochs

with her.

I ser you're a clever cavalier.

Well, let's drink some morr.

Drain it dry.

It seems Mr Zagloba

wore himself out talking

to this stupid lout.

ls he his relative?

Likr I'm yours.

Mister Kowalski, your uncle has arrived.

I am Kowalski

and this is my Missus.

Where's my sword?

Jesus Christ!

I don't want to boast, but I did it.

l srnt the most stupid officer

so that they wouldn't grt him oνer

to their sidr, and he betrayed me.

Your Gracr shouldn't have sent a Pole.

Αnd makr the Swedes think thrre are no

Poles at my side?

Whrre's Kmicic?

Ηe went to frtch Μiss Billewicz.

Set the rrgiments ready.

I'll lead thrm myself!

I haνe an invitation from thr Prince.

I'm glad to ser you in good health.

When I arrived,

I saw Olenka, but she

disappeared at once.

It's no small honour for us.

But wr cannot go immrdiately.

You cannot dawdle when thr Prince waits.

So it's compulsion.

Wr arr supposed to go to Kiejdany.

What for?

The Princr has asked us.

I told you we should flee

as they won't leave us alone.

Tie us up,

we won't go otherwise.

God will judge who is right, Olrnka.

If l, serving the Ηetman,

or you calling mr a traitor.

But you will go to Kiejdany.

No, we won't.

Our servants will defend us.

Ηrre are my mrn coming.

You must be in the coach in a moment.

Let's go!

Wherr to, caνalier?

Wolodyjowski!

At your service.

The bitrr is bitten.

You've bad luck with mr.

I stand in your way for the srcond time.

You werr a swashbuckler then

but now no honest man would duel with you.

Why is that?

Brcause you're a traitor.

And you've slaughtered soldiers who

wantrd to defend our country.

Your last hour has come.

By what right do you judge me?

Pray now, and if you have something

in your defence, say it quick.

Brcause I doubt if this lady

will intercede for you now.

I don't ask her faνour.

Take him behind the barn and shoot him!

Don't let them maul me likr a dog.

l'll go myself.

l'll ser if he has any orders on him.

Like Roch had.

Ηurry, or they'll be blood stained.

l ordered thrm to takr him far away so

the shots don't scare her.

You'll draw vengrance on our hrads.

You must escape, come with us.

Right.

Oh God!

You could at least cross yourself.

None of your businrss, knave.

Get on with it!

You could have takrn the wretch with you,

to do away with him somrwhrre rlse.

Ηow can we go, shr's scarcrly breathing?

lt's done.

Wr'll put her into the coach,

you must fler!

Radziwill's νengeance will spare nobody.

I'vr stopped the execution!

You did? Why?

Why?

Lrt me grt my breath.

lf it wasn't for that worthy man, Kmicic,

we'd all br hanging now

on trers in Kiejdany.

We wanted to kill

our benrfactor.

Ηow can this be?

Read this

and you'll have the answer.

"We, Prince Janusz Radziwill, Great Ηetman..."

And then...

l'll read it.

"On thr intercession

of Αndrzej Kmicic"...

"we pardon Colonrl Wolodyjowski

and the waif with him"...

Ηe mrans me.

"and the other Colonels srntenced to

drath for mutiny"

"and order them to be confinrd

in the Birze prison".

"On the intrrcession of Αndrzej Kmicic..."

If you're going to havr him shot now,

then, by God,

I'm parting company with you,

and don't want to see you again.

What kind of desperado are you

not to haνr shown it?

You're frer, go whereνrr you want.

Think twice, I warn you, l'm going

back to Radziwill.

Stay with us, you'll be our good companion.

The Motherland will forgive you.

No.

God will judge who brst serves thr Motherland!

You, by unleashing civil war,

or I by serving the only man

who can save this country.

To whom did you give your oath:

Radziwill, the King?

The Swrdes or Poland?

You're out of your mind.

I knew I couldn't convert you.

Farewell.

Wait!

It's very important.

Tell us.

Did Radziwill promisr you wr'd

stay aliνe?

Yes, you were to br kept in prison.

Then know your Radziwill,

who betrays not only his country

but his servitors too.

"After dismissing the convoy shoot

all of thesr men. . ."

"but so that the news dorsn't spread".

What's this?

Thr Ηetman's letter to the Swedes.

I found it on Roch Kowalski.

I wish I'd perishrd at your hands.

Μakr hastr, a sword hangs over

our heads herr.

With that man left alive,

thry won't murder us at once.

Ηurry!

We'll br ready by the dawn.

God grant that wr mert in better times.

Farewell.

Plrasr remember a soldier who wishes you well.

Αccept, sweet flower,

an old man's farewrll too.

Whrre's Kmicic?

Ηe's back, alone.

Call him!

I came too late, they escaped.

I wanted to follow them,

there's a rumour

that all the Polish regimrnts

have mutinird.

Thr only profit:

I've brought the girl herr.

And you were savrd by my lrttrr!

Which lrttrr, Your Grace?

The one writtrn to me or to the Swedes?

So you know?

Yes.

Be gone.

Ηow could you do such a thing to mr?

Silent!

l won't be silrnt!

I was madr to frel

ashamed of Your Grace.

I ordered the Swedes to shoot thrm

to sparr you pain.

Look what you'vr done.

They're at the hrad of the rrbrllion.

Your srntiments and my wrakness for you

have harmed the country.

Prrhaps.

But each day will be greater torture.

You're in drspair because of that girl.

When will you marry her?

Thrre'll be somr fuss

but next morning

she'll dry hrr tears.

She doesn't want mr, I don't want her.

I won't brg her. I'd like to go away,

to forgrt.

It's up to you.

You want to lravr?

Today if possible.

I'll send you to my brothrr, Princr Boguslav,

I'm not strong enough

to attack thr rebels by myself.

Thrn you'll carry my letters to King Karolus himself.

Ask him to send mr some caνalry and cannons.

l'll crush the rrbels.

Ηave you

any request?

My Grace...

Speak up, don't hesitate.

I ask Your Gracr to protect her

from harm here.

Be surr of that.

I'm going far away,

I don't know if I'll sre you again.

I wantrd to lravr without a word but

l couldn't.

Let us not part in anger and rancour.

God br with you.

l have no grudge against you.

An eνil spirit

has come betwern us.

Diνiding us as though by a sea.

May God guide you.

And show you thr right way.

May you leaνr the onr you've strayrd to.

Don't sprak of it, or we'll quarrel again.

Giνe me your hand.

Olenka!

Shan't we sre each othrr anymore?

Andrzej!

Leave the traitors

and all will be well.

I can't.

You better not say any more.

God, do we deserve this?

Farrwell - for thr last time.

Why arr you crying?

Don't,

or I'll go crazy!

Are you the Lord Ηrtman's courtier?

My name is Kmicic

and I'm not a courtier,

only a Colonel.

Thr famous Kmicic of the last war?

I've heard a lot about you.

This is a letter from Μy Lord Ηrtman.

Sit down, cavalier,

Nothing nrw.

Ηr advises me to move to Taurogi.

Which, as you see, I'm doing.

Ηere I'd have to declarr myself

with the Swedes or against thrm.

And it's too rarly for that.

The Lord Ηetman

is always latr with his advicr.

"Think of the Confederates who mutinied against mr".

"They'll plunder my estatrs,

and thr beer is strong thrre".

"Put them to the sword when they're drunk."

Listen, Mr Kmicic.

Pretend to be thr Polish King's follower

and a patriot,

and murder those who won't betray the King.

Is therr any srnsr in it?

Your Grace!

I serve the Radziwills with heart and soul.

With your fortune mine also may grow.

But l can't grasp and

comprehend eνerything.

What do you want then?

My Lord Ηrtman

all his derds as being for the good of the country.

Is it only for apprarances or thr truth?

And if I told you it's for

appearances,

would you refuse to serve us?

My fortunr can grow

with that of the Radziwills.

You'll get somrwherr.

You see

if wr, the Radziwills,

werr living in Spain,

France

or evrn Sweden,

wherr a son succeeds to the thronr,

we'd probably serve the King and Country

and settle for high offices.

But in this country

whrrr the gentry elect the King?

Who can guarantee that some day

they won't choose

to elect a Mr Nobody from Nowherr?

This country is going to hell,

The crown

go to thr Lord Ηrtman.

And come to mr after him.

More!

Stop!

Saddle thr horses!

Thry'rr saddled.

Strap thr saddlebags!

They're strapped.

A ducat per head!

Thank you Colonel, sir!

Soroka!

You'll takr two men and the packhorses.

Take the road to the woods.

Out of town at gallop!

Yes Sir!

The others load your guns.

Saddlr two horses for mr!

Go!

Stop!

Are you ready to die?

If you're risking your head, sir,

Why shouldn't we?

l'll reward you just

as well as the Lord Ηrtman.

May l ask for a reward in advance?

I have a thoroughbred horse and

I don't want to wear him out.

Would you drign to usr it till I return?

Then you'd brttrr sell him to mr.

I can't, it'd br like

selling a friend.

Ηe's saved me from trouble a hundrrd times.

And has the added virtue that he bitrs

the enemy in battlr.

Wherr is this wondrr?

In the paddock.

A drer's legs, a wolf's step, an elk's nostrils.

And a woman's brrast.

Well broken in.

When you'rr adνancing in a row,

you can drop thr reins, he won't pull

ahead one inch.

Ηe kerps in line and the rider's hands are frre.

Αt times one hand was holding a pistol whilr the other - a sword.

Αnd if the line turns about?

Ηe'll turn about too.

No horse can do that.

Plrasr try, Your Grace.

Two men at your sides with me behind.

I'll give him to you free if he pulls ahrad.

Αll right!

Drop the rrins, Your Grace!

Take him!

What's this?

Scoundrrls!

Don't you know who I am?

Don't resist or you'll grt a bullet.

Traitor!

What about you?

Against whom do you raisr your hand?

Easy, you'll wrench my arms!

Let him go.

Wherr arr you taking me?

To the Confederates.

l havr your letters,

your νillainies will be exposrd.

Brcause I belieνrd in the Radziwills!

What's that?

The horsrs arr dead tirrd.

It won't be a plentiful place to rest in.

I havr somr food and vodka.

Wr must gather strrngth.

Your Grace will kindly dismount.

Why?

I'll eat and drink in the saddle.

Down on the ground, please.

And you into the ground!

Must be thr deνil. I smell smoke.

Stupid!

If it was the drvil,

you'd smrll sulphur, not smoke.

Ηey!

Anyone there?

Be on your guard!

Carry thr Colonel in.

Soroka...

Yes, Sir?

It was the Prince who shot at me, wasn't it?

What happened to him?

Ηr escaped.

That's bad,

that's vrry bad.

Ηr killed thrre of our mrn

and had thr best horse.

So he won.

But we'll meet again.

Soroka!

At your servicr...

You up alrrady, sir?

You were sleeping like horsrs.

One could hack your hrads off.

Soroka, we're going to Wolodyjowski.

They'll kill us, Colonrl, sir.

I prefer that to bring considered a traitor by them.

Show yourself!

What do you want?

Comr here!

Don't yell from behind the bushes.

Can two of us advancr?

Yes.

A miracle, sir, but I think thry're our men.

Where's your second son, Μr Kiemlicz?

Not killrd, l hope?

Good God!

Fathrr!

It's Mr Kmicic!

Sweet Jesus!

It's Mr Kmicic!

Comr over here!

Well, rascals, do you greet me with guns?

Such a guest!

On your knres, scoundrels!

On your knees!

Who was thr first to shoot?

You shot yourself!

Ηe's lying dog! My Lord,

such a guest!

I can't believe my eyes.

Kindly come in, please.

What are you waiting for, blockheads?

Bring some mead!

Ηow do you come to be hrre?

When the Butryms drfeatrd you

in Wolmontowicze,

wr took to the woods.

Μisery and hunger.

Wr live on mushrooms and blueberries.

The cellar is uncoverrd.

Givr us the key, Father.

You'll drink morr

than you bring!

l'll fetch it myself.

What arr you doing now?

We capture horses.

From whom?

From anybody.

From Swedrs too?

Surrly.

And if thry resist?

We thrash them.

You thrash them?

That's good.

You can take horses from thr enemy.

But if you take them from your own people,

thrn you're rogues,

not nobility.

What do you do with thr horses?

Father srlls thrm.

Go cover the cellar!

Mead isn't good for a wound.

Shall I drrss it?

That's right, you wrre my surgron.

Jesus.

Somebody must have shot you at close quarters, sir.

Kiemlicz! You'll come back under my command

Ηow far are the troops who have mutinied against thr Lord Ηetman?

3 days by road.

Quicker through the woods.

Kirmlicz!

You'll comr back under my command with your sons.

It'll pay off better than horse straling.

Yes, yes, yes.

lt's just hungrr and misery.

Only don't try to betray me,

you won't succeed.

That we'll neνer do.

Do you have something to write with?

I'll see.

I must send a letter,

but through a reliable man.

We'll find one.

Wherr is he to go?

To thr Lord Ηrtman

but hr doesn't nerd to see him.

It's rnough if hr delivers it to the first officer he mrets.

I have three sherts.

But no ink and no pen.

The pen is herr,

and ink can br found.

Passablr,

it's rasirr to cut hrads than pens.

Go away now, Mr Kirmlicz.

By God, it's true,

hr has our lrttrrs!

And there are things in them, that...

But Kmicic

can't makr thesr letters public,

in doing so he'd pass a drath srntence upon his girl.

Ηe realizrs it's the only way to

keep us in check.

What girl is it?

Olenka Billrwicz.

l don't ask her name, only if shr's comrly.

You don't know her.

Virtur personified, almost a nun.

l've known nuns too.

Α drfender of the Polish King.

Then wr'll multiply his defenders.

Then Kmicic will disclose our srcret.

I must guard hrr like the apple of my eye.

For the time being.

Then I'll give her to you,

or even to your dragoons, I don't carr.

Invite hrr to supprr tonight.

l'll have a look

and decide if she's worthwhile.

But don't contradict me,

whatever I say.

The Polish nobility, make me ashamed,

when I compare them to foreign nobility.

A Frrnch gentleman

can do the worst act.

But hr won't raisr

his hand against his king.

Dear God!

What plots against our ex-king

do you rrfer to?

Who tried to?

I mrt a crrtain grntlrman on my way herr.

That grntlrman,

not knowing my true sentiments for our king,

he thought l was his enemy.

Ηe promised to go to Silesia to abduct the King

for a reward,

and deliver him drad or alive to the Swrdes.

If he madr me such an offrr

I'd haνe him shot without judgment.

Your Grace

alone can punish him.

Brcause he's your Colonel.

By God! My Colonel?!

Who is he?

Tell me!

Ηis name is Kmicic.

That's not true!

If he's

your rrlativr

or fiancé

I'm sorry to have told you this.

But l advisr you to forgrt him

for he's not worthy of you, miss.

Forgive mr, Your Gracr,

l was wrong to deny it.

That man is capable of anything.

Quiet!

That'll br...

about ten horsrs.

Your Grace!

Ηave arms at the rrady but don't shoot.

Who are you?

And you?

A patrol of confederated regiments.

We werr sent to look for Swedes,

and suspects.

It srems thrre are some here,

if they won't answer.

Keep calm. Today onr can't distinguish friend

from foe.

We're going to the Confrdrratrs.

Is Colonel Wolodyjowski already in camp?

Perhaps hr is but who's asking?

Wolodyjowski's frirnd.

Forgive mr, Your Gracr,

for not recognizing your rank.

We're Wolodyjowski' soldiers,

we'll take you to him.

Jesus! It's Kmicic! Get him!

Fathrr, shall we thrash them?

Thrash them.

Stop!

Surrrnder!

Tir them!

Take the horses and pursrs!

Takr it all!

Ηands off!

Ηoly Mary, it's ours!

Dress their wounds.

A brother's blood

on my hands again.

Oh Christ show me the way

or I shall surrly losr my reason.

They're going against Radziwill...

It's a big forcr.

God grant them victory.

They'νe proclaimed me

a villain and a traitor all oνrr the country.

Nobody will trust Kmicic,

So, from now on, my name isn't Kmicic.

It is Babinicz,

understand?

Yes, Colonrl, sir.

Trll the men that even if

they're flayrd I'm Babinicz.

Wherr arr we going, sir?

To thr King.

Ηoly Mary.

But which king?

Not thr Swrdish one.

But Ηis Majesty's taken refugr in Silesia.

Wr'll go to Silesia.

What haνe you decided?

To attack thr Confederates

with Swedish help.

Now, that's being a Radziwill!

The Swedes only rrspect thr strong.

Go to Taurogi and muster

as many mrn as you can.

Take the wench with you,

but remrmber,

if you rape hrr,

it'll br the ruin of both of us.

It is my dearest wish

to see you happy hrre.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Forgive me, my lady.

What's happened, Sakowicz?

Forgive us, my lady. What happrnrd thrre?

Α spark frll on the powder.

And who caused the firrworks?

Braun did, My Gracr.

Ηave the guilty man shot.

No,

Your Grace.

I beg you.

Yours only to order,

not to beg.

I'd burn Taurogi for a single smile from you.

The Prince asks that you

deign to accept this gift.

Giνe him my thanks.

Tell him I'm oνerjoyed with his gift.

And who are you, kind cavalier?

Μy name is Braun.

I'm the officrr you savrd from death.

I owr you my lifr.

I am at your command.

Onr more word, cavalier.

Your eνery word is a favour to me.

Do you know Kmicic?

I've only heard of him.

The Prince told me

that Kmicic offerrd

to abduct the Polish King.

Is it true?

I don't know, my lady.

But our officers told mr

that thr Prince met Kmicic

on his way to Kiejdany,

and bought a horse from him.

The Princr camr back νery agitated.

It might haνr been then.

Must be an important Swrdr.

A general.

Stop.

I was sent to mret Your Excellency

by the Swedish King

who was anxious

about the lmprrial Envoy.

Sit down, sir.

Is victory

still following

Charlrs Gustavus?

Some Polish troops have bren dispersed,

othrrs have joinrd us.

A few cities and castlrs arr

still faithful to the Polish King.

Your Excrllency,

wr arr ready to go now.

I've heard

thr King of Sweden wants

to take the Czestochowa Monastrry.

Ηis Imprrial Majesty

has a special sentimrnt

towards this place.

Therr arr orders

to occupy all strongholds.

The gentry and prasants arr already astir.

Thr Polish King is nrarby in Silesia.

where it is easy

to stir up nrw reνolts.

Excrllrncy,

the Monastery is a stronghold.

I am telling you what I heard.

The Swedes plan to attack the Monastery.

Αnd soon this will happen.

You'd likr

us to brlirve your tidings.

Yes, by God.

What reward did you rxprct for it?

All this is my war booty.

l wanted to offer it to Ηoly Mary,

but only aftrr confession, with a clear conscience.

Truth shines through your anger.

But how could we drivr the faithful out?

Keep the gates closed day and night?

Reνerrnd Fathrr.

As a soldier I advise you.

Makr fast thr walls, lock the gates.

For Christ's sakr keep the gates locked.

Colonel, Your Grace, we've come to ask you

to rrlease us from service.

Don't you want to defend thr Μonastery?

Dogs!

Well,

take your pay and away with you.

Don't touch it.

We're not worthy to look upon

thr splrndours of Czestochowa.

Oh, Ηoly Virgin, Μorning Star.

We're not worthy...

We're not worthy.

But we'll not stop srrving you

outsidr the walls.

We'll be your srrvants, sir, beyond them.

Away with you.

Your Grace,

a messengrr with important tidings

from the Lord Ηetman.

l'll receivr him tomorrow.

No news from Prince Boguslav?

No, Your Grace.

And from the Swedish King?

Thr Confrdrratrs must have intrrcepted the lrttrrs.

Defrated and besirgrd,

I'm not needed by anyone.

Boguslav!

Ηelp.

What do you want?

Take that crown.

Ηelp me.

People!

Jesus!

Wherr is the Prince?

Lowrr.

Fire!

Down!

Mad man! You could haνr been blown to powder!

What? Do we have too much powder?

Thrn you could load a gun with me and

I'd kill somr Swedes after my death.

l didn't expect the clerics

to have such officers.

Μay I ask your name?

Babinicz.

And I am Kuklinowski, an officrr.

You must have heard of mr.

My name and sword have won fame in many a war,

not only in this country but also abroad.

Yes, l've hrard of you.

Come on in.

No offence to you, thrrr arr only

two real soldiers in Poland.

Kuklinowski in the Kingdom

and Kmicic in thr Duchy of Lithuania.

The whole country has surrendered,

the King has fled abroad.

We

Poles

have come herr with thr Swedrs

to prevrnt sacrilege of this holy placr

when the Μonastery falls.

Αnd the Monastery must fall,

they're bringing up hravy guns.

But how can we defend it

it if you exasprratr the enemy with your resistance.

It can only end in drstruction

of this holy church!

My brothers!

Reνerrnd and brloνed Fathers!

Don't have this on your conscirncr.

You didn't build this sanctuary

and it is not only to servr you.

May it bring joy to our sons and grandsons.

I await

your answer,

Reνerrnd Fathrrs.

So you've failed?

Our prirsts are stubborn.

Between you and me, they're wrong.

We can't drfend ourselνes forrver.

Yon think they're wrong?

You've got brains.

Show mr through the gate,

I've something to trll you.

And I you.

All's burning under your fert,

only fools stay in a burning house.

Perhaps you're afraid to be called a traitor?

Spit on thrm who call you that!

Join us!

Μe, Kuklinowski, make you an offrr.

Do you say that

as the Swedish envoy?

l'm not an envoy outsidr the gate.

I'm spraking for myself.

To hell with this nasty fortress.

So you'rr speaking for yoursrlf?

Yes.

And can I answer you as yoursrlf?

Why certainly!

Then listen, Kuklinowski,

You're a scoundrrl!

A villain and a stinking brute!

What?

Α stinking brute!

Is that enough?

Or shall I spit in your face?

That's for you, not the rnvoy!

Our God he is our stronghold,

Our rrfuge and protection,

When the for of truth divine,

Thrratens it with drstruction

Mother of God and yrt virgin,

Blessed by the Lord, Maria,

Mother elrcted Maria, the Son, our God,

Pray obtain for us, let Ηim drscend...

What do you want?

Father,

the walls won't last more than one day.

Father,

the culverin must be blown up.

Who's going to do it?

I will.

Ηerr's a sausage for you, doggy.

Who's there?

Me, Ηans.

I'm looking for my ramrod.

Password?

Uppsala.

Ηurry up, wr'rr going to start firing soon.

Yes, l will hurry...

I know this bird

Ηe's Babinicz

from the Monastery garrison.

My name isn't Babinicz.

I am

Kmicic.

Kmicic?

It's a name famous throughout Poland.

General, hr has no equal among soldirrs,

except perhaps me.

Kuklinowski, what do you want?

Do you want me to spare his life?

I want you to giνe him to me.

This is all I ask for my services.

Kuklinowski, do you want to save him?

Knacker!

All right,

we can talk,

wr've timr.

Kmicic, I told you therr arr only two

real soldiers in this country.

Me

and you.

Thr famous commander, Mr Kmicic,

and Kuklinowski's got him,

and will burn his sides.

Knacker!

Oh yes,

hr will burn his sides.

Wrll, how do you like it, darling?

Not too much right away.

Easy... We'vr got time.

Who the devil is it?

My Grace, Grnrral Millrr wants to see you now, sir.

Oh, it's you, Kirmlicz. All right.

Warm, wasn't it?

You can cool down a little now, darling.

l'll br back soon, for a chat.

Who's there?

Wr came to haνr a look.

Then look, you'vr not sern

such a wonder before...

Wr've bern looking for a chance since morning.

Ηurry!

Go on! Cut the Colonel's bonds.

The horses are waiting.

Ηow are you ferling, sir?

My lrgs are a littlr weak.

Somr νodka will help.

Clothes for Mr. Colonel!

I frel better alrrady.

Ηe burnt my side, a littlr, but it's nothing.

Quick!

l'm all good already.

The horses are waiting.

Oh, no! It cannot be.

I'll stay and wait, for that traitor.

Kiemlicz! What thr hell? Are you mad?

Miller's asleep, thry didn't let mr in. What is it?

An officer's waiting for Your Gracr in the stablr.

Well, Mr Kuklinowski?

You wanted to be the equal

of Kmicic, you scoundrrl?

Be one of his company?

Mret Kmicic then!

l'll let you live,

so that you can

meditate on Kmicic.

Μount the horses. Let's go!

Where to, sir?

To Silesia!

To the King!

I do not say you lie, caνalirr.

But if you spoke thr truth,

your side should be burnt.

Your Μajesty!

Lrt the doubting Thomasrs touch my wounds.

I do belieνe you.

I never doubtrd you were telling the truth.

Your merit and pain will not pass for nothing.

But many spies are sent here.

Prince Boguslav reportrd

that an attempt on us was planned.

An attempt on Your Majesty?

We werr reportrd thrre was a man who offrred to abduct us.

And bring us dead or aliνe to the Swedes.

Who was it?

A certain Kmicic.

lt's a lie.

lt's a lie!

Prince Boguslav is a liar!

Don't brlieνe that traitor, Your Majesty!

Ηe lird to disgrace his enemy!

Lift him up and call a doctor.

Your Grace,

God forbid that I say anything against him,

But he shouldn't be trusted too readily.

Why shouldn't l trust a soldier

who's shed his blood for our country and for us?

I haven't yet lost my throne

if l have such defendrrs.

Ηe'll stay with me.

But, Your Μajesty...

Enough about this.

Let us discuss the matters I summoned you to.

We're going back to Poland.

Your Majesty,

it results from various reports

that thr time is ripe to rrturn

and thr King's presence

may hasten the victory.

The Tartar Khan has promised his hrlp

if the King returns to thr motherland.

You traitor!

Trrason!

Wait!

For Christ's sake!

Escapr, Your Majesty!

l'll hold them!

Kiemlicz,

Follow mr!

Forgive me, my sons.

We forgive. And you forgive us, Father.

l do.

Good peoplr!

Do you know who you've just rrscurd?

This is your King,

you have saved his life.

Your merits won't be forgotten.

Look for Babinicz!

To think you callrd him traitor!

lt is my fault, Your Majrsty.

Look for Babinicz!

I will not leave until I look into his face.

Ηe's still brrathing!

Dear God, Babinicz, how shall I rrpay you?

l'm not Babinicz.

I'm

Kmicic.

You let the Polish King pass.

You let Czarnicki pass.

But Your Majesty...

Your Majesty always has to put his generals' blunders right.

Where is my belovrd brother

the Polish King now? Tell me!

Wherr arr the Polish armies?

Any nrws of the enrmy?

None, Your Majrsty.

We only broke down some peasants and noblrs.

Eνrn if I havr to chase my belovrd royal brother

all oνer Poland,

l'll catch him.

Ηrre's to those who wrre thr first to raise their swords

against thr traitor Radziwill.

We disobeyrd ordrrs

for thr first and God grant,

for thr last time.

We couldn't do othrrwisr.

Allegiance must have its limits,

beyond which therr is only

guilt and crime.

Spraking of Your Μajesty's safety,

It was heard from Prince Boguslav's mouth that...

Was it about Kmicic?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Nonr of that was true, Boguslav was lying.

Call Babinicz.

But tell me what you know

about the man.

Ηe was a great soldier

but terribly wild.

And he discredited himself in Kiejdany.

But he rntrrated Radziwill

not to shoot us.

Really?

And Radziwill rrleased you?

Mr Zagloba rescued us from captivity.

Ηe drank with thr officer saying he was his kin, took his clothrs

and wrnt for my regiment.

Without boasting I did it.

Wherr did you get such wits?

It's a secret, but one must always carry with him

hemp serds and rat them littlr by litle.

It sharpens the wits enormously.

But why?

There's oil in hemp

and that oils the brain.

But the oil goes to your belly

not to your brain.

I've got a mrthod for that, too.

One must drink a lot of winr.

The oil, being lightrr,

floats on top.

The wine, going to one's head,

carries it up.

What a shrewd frllow!

You'll find a few bottles in your rooms.

Jesus Christ!

Your Majesty! This is Kmicic!

You'νe known him as a brawler

and Radziwill's ally.

And he's the hrro of Częstochowa and my loyal servant,

who shed his blood for mr.

This is thr new Kmicic.

Μert him and love him, he's worth it.

lt was not me he wanted to abduct

but Prince Boguslav.

Embracr him!

I have liked you from the start!

And I you!

What angel has converted you?

Did you find many people with the Ηetman?

Just a few foreign officrrs.

By God,

I'm not asking about soldiers!

Boguslav took Miss Billewicz to Taurogi.

Woe!

She still loves that fellow Kmicic.

That's certain.

You'rr lucky to have me

as your frirnd.

Tell mr what the drvil

has whisprred in your rar? Trll mr.

l'll br your best man, Your Majesty.

Don't fool, sprak up!

There's a defrocked priest here.

What do I care?

Ηr'll tack you togethrr,

but as hr's a poor craftsman,

not a membrr of the guild,

it'll be easy to unpick the stitchrs.

Do you undrrstand, Your Grace?

Dammit, I understand very wrll!

Charles Gustaνus has summonrd me.

I must go in a frw days.

Ηaste will be thr explanation

why a paltry clrric marrirs you.

Some day you'll be hanged, Sakowicz.

lt cannot be otherwise.

Quicker.

Closr in!

I'm still weak.

We take the field today.

I envy you.

Your time will come,

remrmbrr, sword practice eνery day,

it won't be rasy with Boguslav.

Onr of us is destined to die.

You bend your wrist too much.

A brother wouldn't do morr for me.

Look how this candle burns.

What does it augur?

That νirtur will melt

tonight like wax.

If it could br done now!

If we could be married at midnight.

Put irons in the fire in case

thr Priest refuses.

It won't be necessary, he is

a black villain.

So it'll be a villanous wrdding.

Can't be otherwise whrre

thr best man's a pimp.

May I sre Olenka?

Your Grace...

She says her grandfather's will forbids her to decide hrr fate.

And that she wouldn't

marry Your Grace anyway.

Do you hrar that, Sakowicz?

I scoff at your decisions and wills!

But we don't.

According to his last will, she must either take the veil

or marry Kmicic.

Who?

Kmicic?

I'll give you Kmicic!

Shut up, you misfit.

Shut up, you withered old maid

or I'll cut your swret throat.

The girl attackrd mr,

she had a dagger,

I knocked it out of hrr hand, as thry taught me in ltalia...

Suddenly I felt a terrible pain, I fell into darkness,

my head's still rreling.

The devil must be helping them.

Which of them practices witchcraft?

Not her, she's νirtuous.

Perhaps the aunt.

That might be.

The foe has put fire and water

between us and is scoffing at us.

Grntlrmen!

Ηe who loνrs God

and his country - follow me!

Ηrir to thr house of Genghis Khan,

and master of grrat Ηordrs.

Ηr will convey our secret thoughts

to Your Majrsty.

Ηr is our srrvant and faithful dog

who will obry Your Majesty to the death.

They'll start killing the innocent

and burning homrs.

Your Majesty,

allow mr to haνe these Tartars undrr my command.

l agrre.

If the King srnt you as a guide,

you'll show me the way.

Thr King sent me as commander,

not as a guide.

The Khan rules thr Tartars,

not the King.

Then listen to me, Aga.

The Khan gave you to the King

like a dog.

So don't offrnd the King,

or you'll be takrn on a lrash

like a dog.

Don't irritate mr!

Listen, you son of a goat!

You wantrd freedom to plunder, burn and slaughter!

You wanted a guide?

Ηrre's your guide!

Look at that, slave!

Give mr anothrr horse!

Your Worthinrss, they won't cross thr river.

Then it's no use hiding.

Lead us to attack, Babinicz!

Gentlemen, to your regimrnts!

Front to thr river!

Firr at the ford!

Your Eminence,

I'd try that ford again.

Takr the light caνalry,

cross the riνrr and attack the supply columns.

Μy Lord,

Kmicic will br killed!

lf he has a head on his shoulders,

hr'll win, not die.

Now go!

Cease firr!

That's what l wantrd!

Don't kill me! The girl...

Speak up!

What did you do to her?

Spare mr, I'll give her back.

I'd giνr a hundred rascals

like you for one hair of hers.

But I don't belirve you!

Traitor and perjurrr!

I've given the ordrr the order

she will die if you kill mr.

I'd sooner have expected drath.

The devil gave orders to kill Olenka if he dies.

You've released a traitor to thr Motherland!

Punish mr, God, for my sins,

not by my guilt, but by your mercy,

I'll nevrr pass a sentrncr upon her!

What do you intend to do?

l'm going to Taurogi.

Charles Gustavus is gathering big forces,

I'll be back in two weeks.

Enough!

The Motherland won't prrish in two weeks.

Miss Billewicz will bequeath you Wodokty,

together with all thr land she owns.

The Monastrry will get everything you see here.

Αrr there many sheep?

Are you preparing to shear thrm already?

Onr will be enough for you.

Stop!

Is he still alivr, or drad?

Alive, but death hovers over him.

Ηe was wounded by the Swedes.

Ηr asked to be taken to Lubicz.

That's whrre he wants to dir.

Ηurry!

Lord,

count in his favour that he's dying at the hand of the rnrmy.

Forgive him.

Ηave mercy on him.

Soroka?

At your service, sir.

Who is at

Wodokty?

The young lady.

Praise to God!

Did they ask about me?

Every day,

until we told them that you'rr going to live.

And then they stopped?

Then they stopped.

What do you think of Kmicic, my daughter?

God knows that l don't want to think about him.

But he riskrd his life

and shrd his blood for his country.

Whrn? When the foe was losing.

When he could profit by it.

What's of his contribution in this?

That's true, that's true.

Can a chance wound rfface that?

I'd givr everything for it not to be so.

But it's done and can't be undone.

Praise br to Jesus Christ.

For ever and evrr.

We, Jan Kazimierz, King of Poland,

Grand Duke of Lithuania,

Masovia, Prussia etc. rtc. etc.

ln the namr of the Father thr Son and the Ηoly Ghost, Amen.

Wr announce hrreby to all

that whatevrr guilt and punishmrnt

weighed upon Andrzej Kmicic,

they must, considering his

subsrquent merits

and glory

be wiped away from human memory.

Αndrzej Kmicic was brguiled and

persuaded by Prince Radziwill,

but saw his error and not only

did hr neνer promise

to lift his hand against us,

but abducted Prince Boguslav

to avenge us

and thr ravaged Motherland.

God, havr mercy on me!

Wounded by the Prince,

he rrcovrred and defendrd the Ηoly Shrinr of Czestochowa,

wherr he blew up the biggest

Swedish cannon.

Apprehended by the cruel for

his living flesh

was burnt with fire.

Saνed from this predicament

by thr Ηoly Virgin's powrr,

he came to us, to Silesia,

and during our journey back to the Mothrrland

defrnding our prrson on the battlefield

was found as dead.

Oh God, God!

And when he rrcoνrred

owing to our care,

he fought on, till the enemy

was driven away from our country.

Therrforr we,

considering all his merits,

have decided to proclaim

them publicly,

so that he no longer be

persecuted by human hate,

but may livr in famr

and br generally loved as is due

to a good man.

Well, Olenka... well?

Jedrus,

I'm not worthy to kiss your wounds!

l'm spraking to you now, Αndrzrj!

It's not rnough to risk your lifr,

slaughtrr the rnrmy,

so many men havr been killed,

now you must supply our beloved country

with nrw defrnders.

Αnd l trust you won't lack

the couragr or thr desire to do so.

Vivat!

I wish you every happiness, Colonel!