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THE HUNDRED HORSEMEN

This red and this green are alike.

But how to distinguish red from green? I...

Gentlemen, do you know it's forbidden to enter here until I've finished?

Wait for the inauguration then look and criticize.

I repeat, you've no business here. It's forbidden.

You like my fresco?

Me, too, I find it quite successful.

I was commissioned to celebrate the election of the new mayor.

But it's not just for this. I'll explain.

This fresco, with these figures, is intended for future generations.

So one day, they won't say that what happened was just a tall tale.

You know how it is, people forget so quickly.

Speaking of truth,

I've included myself in the mural.

I'm here.

Lovely portrait, isn't it?

True, I'm a little embellished, but what's the big deal?

But who will care in a 100 years

if this self-portrait is like me or not?

Great... But never mind that, let's get things sorted. So...

Up there, it's Burgos.

Here, the fief of the Count of Castile, you see?

Down there however...

As you can see, this is Cordoba,

where the Moorish King reigns over half of Spain.

And we live in the middle, right here, in no man's land.

Well, our land.

But forgotten by both Arabs and Christians.

Much better, you say.

Sure. That's what we said too.

We dealt with one side and the other.

But we didn't pay taxes to either side. We were a peaceful people...

Enough!

Stop it!

You two, stop it! Get up!

We did nothing. - Go away!

Go away!

Alright...

Silence!

Listen to me!

Please, listen to me!

200 pounds, 4 ounces. - And 4 ounces.

4 ounces! You weigh wheat like a merchant his spices.

The sacks are extra.

What? Must we pay for the sacks now?

The labour is more expensive. Listen to them.

That's your business. A foreigner shouldn't pay for it.

Everything must be paid for.

This is the law of trade.

What? I've always bought the wheat with sacks included.

Well, this time they're extra. Or do you want it loose?

This is an abuse of power, pure and simple!

D'you think you scare me?

Look, my sleeve is trembling!

So, you'll pay for the sacks?

You can forget it. - Really?

Unload the carts! - What are you doing?

Unload. - Wait!

Wait, don't touch those sacks!

You'll ruin the load!

I'll hold you responsible.

Wait!

This is all your fault!

Exploiting these unfortunates isn't enough? Want to get rich on my back?

Don't you do the same by buying and selling?

You do no work, risk nothing! And you dare to shout!

I'm not shouting!

I'm not shouting.

But if I wanted to shout...

I'd shout, and no scrawny chicken would prevent me!

Rooster with no comb!

You give yourself airs because you're a man.

Big deal!

It's not even worth wringing your neck!

Future mother of toads and salamanders!

Now I feel better.

No! Gentlemen! - We won't get anywhere this way.

My dear fellow... - I don't care! - We can't pay any more. - Yes, you can!

But listen, we can't do anything... - Bullshit!

Gentlemen, the price has increased!

No way down?

Gentlemen!

I think the matter in question is not worth the breath we're wasting.

I assure you, Mr. Mayor, and may my tongue fall,

that farmers won't go back to work until they get satisfaction!

Dear Manuel. Put yourself in my place...

Don Jaime, can't you see? I'm speaking with the Mayor!

Manuel, come and listen to me.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Please!

Wait! Before you reach an agreement, I'll have my say.

After all, I bought your wheat. Am I not a good client?

Of course. - Good day everyone.

I'll be with you in a moment.

So.. - The price has increased! I'm forced to pay for the sacks!

No, this is too much! - Of course! Labour is more expensive.

Because of your claims, we'll lose our customers!

He's absolutely right!

You earn enough! Why raise the price? - Good! Well said!

Just now, some woman, a real viper wanted me to pay...

Very well!

Who sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind. - It's her! - Daughter.

The henchmen of this gentleman threaten us, me and our farmers!

What? This is...

This is too much! It's your farmers. - They resorted to violence, see?

And we're here, talking! It takes the whip! - The whip?

Yes, it's the only way you'll listen to reason.

Father, they're entitled to a decent wage.

Enough brat! What do you know about it?

I know how to treat these beggars. - Really?

You call this negotiation? Come, we're wasting our time here.

Who had this bright idea?

Manuel, dear friend, come on!

This is a misunderstanding, don't leave now!

We were almost agreed. Gentlemen.

It's all thanks to you.

Well, I won't pay the increase!

Nor for the sacks either. Got it?

They want to get the whips out. We won't let it happen.

They'll regret having opposed us! We won't give in!

Fellow citizens! My Friends!

I have good news to announce.

Your demands have been accepted.

Please forgive me, Don Fernando. Let me introduce my daughter Sancha.

She studied at Burgos. And even learned Latin.

This is my future son-in-law, Don Jaime Badaloz.

All my best wishes.

Listen. They're silent. I've convinced them.

Well, regarding the sacks...

The fact is, the same wheat was already requested by Sheikh Omar.

The same conditions, a higher price and sacks extra.

Come on, do you take me for a greenhorn?

What's with this Sheikh Omar?

May Allah bless this house.

My Master the Sheikh sends his regards.

Here's the money for the wheat. Say I was here first.

It's all there, sacks included.

How can we help your master? - Are you the mayor?

No, it's him. I mean him.

My master is Sheikh Abengalbon, son of Abengalbon the Great.

Then it's not Sheik Omar. - Oh, well... - One or another, what's the difference?

What's he called, your Omar?

Abengalbon, son of Abengalbon the Great.

Of course, Abengalbon.

But it's not Omar. - No. Abengalbon.

Son of Abengalbon the Great. Greater than Omar.

Exactly. He asks permission to cross your noble country,

and stop here sufficient time to rest and eat.

I see now why they calmed down.

Tell your master I am honoured at his request,

and please to accept my humble hospitality.

Embroidery of pure silver! I never saw a man as elegant as the Emir of Granada.

Have you ever been to Granada?

No, at my age one travels so little.

All is luxury and refinement.

Palaces, mosques, perfumes... We have much to learn.

Sancha, are twenty places enough?

If not, too bad, they had only to say.

Hopefully. - You see, Don Ramiro,

a few Arabs and everything is settled. Hear that silence.

I am pleased to welcome you to our small town.

Too small to deserve such an honour.

Thank you so much.

Your welcome touches me greatly.

How will this all end?

Why not ask Sheikh Omar. - You think all this is funny?

All I want is to go.

To Burgos? - Anywhere, as long as I leave. Wake up!

Then tell the Count of Castile what happens here.

Sure, if I meet him on the way.

Always cheerful. I envy you.

Why shouldn't I be? I've escaped a great danger.

That of falling in love with you. Fortunately, you're engaged.

All like you, in the capital?

All but the old and children.

So that makes you a man?

Before we met, I would have sworn so.

I'm delighted to have left you in doubt. Bon voyage.

Now, in exchange for your hospitality, let me offer you a token of our gratitude.

May your happiness be as pure as the water...

God knows where that cup came from! - You're crazy.

The Sheik is a great lord.

For you.

May it bring out, if possible, your beauty even further.

A beautiful brocade, pure silk!

Must measure at least ten yards.

You can use it for your wedding dress, dear.

Did you see? - Yes...

A beautiful woman is like a sky full of stars.

Everyone can look but it belongs to no one.

But when a man feels loved, it is as if the sky...

is his.

How does one call the son of a sheik? A Prince?

What should I call you? - Call me Halaf.

And this is for you.

Sir... - What is it Mohammed?

There is a man with sacks of wheat.

He says he's paid and wants to leave. - True, he bought our wheat.

Our soil produces the best wheat in the whole region.

I understand. Since he's paid, everything is in order.

You see, we are scrupulous people. We like to control everything.

We love logic. And even more...

Sorry, this is yours. Make good use of it.

What elasticity!

It's wonderful - Save it for those who feel it!

With your permission...

There she was with her two huge melons and her backside that looks like a lute!

"You're so cocky because you're a man!"

It was time to prove it!

Come on, forget it. - Are you kidding?

I like real women, not those with spurs and cockscombs.

They say that masculine women are hot-blooded.

Hers may be boiling, but I don't care.

Bon voyage and good luck. - Farewell.

Who gives will receive forever.

What you do will be done to you forever.

God is the only judge, eternally.

But the poor will be poor, forever!

God's road is straight, the devil's false. - The devil is here!

The Lord's ways are inscrutable. No one knows His purposes.

The devil is an angel fallen in hell.

You come from far away? - The monastery.

Many of you? - About 60.

What do you do at the monastery? - Await the end.

This is the prophesied year. The beast advances,

but a great light will shine and the Lord's face will appear.

Be ready, my brother.

Who gives receives, what you do will be done you forever...

6 carts of wheat. I dashed here as soon as I saw them leave.

Beware! If it's not true, I'll cripple you for real. Leave me!

Let's prepare the ambush.

So? Still nothing? - Shut up.

What do we eat if they don't come? - Raffia, that's it. - Here they are!

The carts are coming!

Paco and Pablo, on the rocks! Choir in place!

Sing well, you rascals!

The others with me!

# ...swinging from a rope

# you'll learn on that day

# that your ass is weighty

# Don't take offence, matey,

# if we stick out our tongue...

Bandits!

Flee!

Abandon your riches. You'll save your soul, but above all your body!

Cowards! Come back!

Thieves! Bandits!

Don't touch my wheat! You'll pay for this!

Enough! You want to be hanged?

Try it! Scoundrels! Gallows birds!

The Moors! Flee!

I'm here!

No need to pick up my sacks. My men will.

Thank you, Captain. I never thought...

Viva Abengalbon! -Thank you.

Be so kind as to untie me. Thank you for saving my wheat.

Your wheat?

What, didn't you know? I paid for it.

I know. But since the bandits took it from you, it's no longer yours.

Use your brain.

What? By what right do you take ownership of my wheat?

The wheat of the bandits, you mean.

I wish you bon voyage.

Thieves ! Bandits! Brigands!

Highwaymen!

A fine escort!

Cowards! Yellowbellies!

Cretins! Sissies! I should hang you.

I didn't know the Moors had followed him.

Hang him! - Leave me! - That'll teach you!

I should hang you all. You're big, strong, all muscle.

Look at me. It's all in the brain.

You're the scum of war. Fugitives, deserters, cowards,

all that war leaves behind as cows when they pass.

We fight poorly on an empty stomach.

So go where you want to fill your filthy bellies!

We're going. With all these Moors, it's too risky for us.

Other fruits? - No, thank you.

I hope you'll forgive the frugality of the meal.

As you know, we are a humble and simple people.

So you're leaving us?

I hope that we will leave in your hearts a good memory. We did all we could.

When do you plan to leave? - Stay until our wedding.

But that's more than a month. - We'll advance the date.

If you would be my best man.

We'll see what fate decides.

No one is master of his destiny.

Once a man fled his country to go to Damascus

because the sages predicted the visit of the angel of death.

Well, that very day, the angel of death decided to go to Damascus.

A word, Sire. - Continue, we are all friends.

We have captured a bandit.

A bandit ? Are there bandits in this region?

Well, very few. - Why didn't you tell me?

But Sire, these are country bandits, not very wicked.

I want to interrogate him! Bring the Alfaqui!

To us, dance is an expression of rhythm which animates the universe.

And those women always follow you?

Yes, always.

They are like rays emanating from the sun of power.

You again, Pedrito? This is the third time.

What shall I do with you? Speak. - You know him?

An old acquaintance. Do you really want to be whipped?

A moment. The Alfaqui is the voice of Allah. The voice of truth.

Only Allah knows the truth.

How many are you? - Probably a dozen rejects.

Please. Go ahead! - It's the truth!

How many are you? - A dozen.

You lie. You are more.

Twenty! I swear on my mother's life.

Come on! - Maybe fifty, sir! - How many?

Remember now? - A hundred.

But let me go! - That's enough. Take him away.

Keep him at our disposal.

Mayor, did you hear?

A band of at least 100 men threatens your safety and ours too.

It was easy to guess there were more than a dozen bandits.

They wouldn't have attacked carts carrying enough wheat for a whole army.

Maybe they wanted to resell it. - So the situation is more serious.

It means there are people dealing with these bandits, traitors.

Go! Kill him! Aim for the heart!

You're lucky not to have a soul, child of sin!

By now it would have flown to its creator! - Stick it!

Take that!

I told you to do it faster. - Yes, Your Excellency.

I should kill you three times like Sheikh Tarik

during the Battle of Santa Cruz. Dirty dog!

Father!

Who is it? Finally!

The wheat, I've already sold it. You know how much? Name a figure.

Father I... - I know you don't like trading...

But we can't trade anymore!

What else can we do, with a truce with the Arabs? I didn't ask for a truce!

But something terrible's happened. - Come on.

They left me alone! Tied up! - Incredible! Unheard of!

Intolerable!

They were in uniform? - Yes!

Did they resort to arms? - Yes, but not against us.

They took everything from you? - Everything.

A belligerent act. A belligerent act!

If a civilian steals, it's banditry.

If a soldier steals, an act of war.

This is how you break the truce, and that triggers war.

To arms, my son! The Count of Castile can't wait to start his war.

We are the destiny of our country!

We are the arm that fights the oppressor! Eat.

Good day, Your Excellency. - Good to see you! - Thank you, sir.

We are in a living museum of war.

It reminds us that war is the true state of man.

How's it going, old man?

Very well, Your Excellency. While the truce lasts.

Why? - When a war breaks out

we are hidden to not frighten the young soldiers.

Politics, my son...

Politics will even hide the heroes of war.

Let's go.

Make a bow. - Why?

Salute the insignia of power. Hey!

What a joy to see you, Don Gonzalo!

Your presence delights the eye. - What fine wind brings you?

The young man?

Don Fernando, my son.

A pleasure!

I still remember the Battle of Alcatraz

when your father sprang in pursuit of the Moors!

If you'd have joined them,

you too'd be sporting today a glorious injury.

I hope soon to have another chance to show my valour, gentlemen.

Don't ask, it's a military secret.

Rather, what are you doing here? - We are waiting.

We wait to be received by the Count of Castile, our lord.

Our patience is matched by our dedication.

In that case, we'll keep waiting. How's the chicken?

Cold, and no salt.

It will be worse in the war, my son.

It's thanks to your shrewdness, Ambassador,

if I can toast today to another 25 years of peace.

My patience was rewarded.

You know, waiting is my way of governing.

Look, he eats.

It's good, because fasting causes temptation.

With us it's the opposite.

We let them fast until their will is weakened.

Thus purified, they realize the uselessness of the world,

and the insignificance of their requests.

With occasional meals,

we have managed to extend their waiting for months.

This allows us to receive the most persevering

Whoever quits waiting is either haughty,

and believes he can go it alone, or a sceptic, who doubts our efficiency.

In either case, he'll be brought to trial.

Who are you?

Demonic ghost, stop! In the name of Archangel Michael, stop I said!

Stop!

You're there! I thought so. Come back immediately.

A moment!

There's someone inside.

What's going on?

Lord, excuse me,

It's a newly invented warrior, but not yet completed.

That's fine...

That's bad... Bad!

That's a warrior? Then you've never seen a warrior!

Where's the skin, the skin the sword pierces

and bleeds like Christ side?

Everything is inside, even the head. Look.

Long live the Count of Castile, our Lord!

Congratulations. - Thank you, Excellency.

That gives me an idea. Listen to me.

The thing that kills without being seen can work.

But it will have to be improved, greatly,

so that a man can kill without being seen

and without seeing.

Understand me.

The day when we'll have abolished physical contact between combatants,

this dirty thing, dirty,

made of blood, sweat and violence...

That day, I say, war will become a pure epiphenomenon

purified of any feeling that's truly inhuman,

truly ideological.

It will be an exact science,

in which the exercise of pure destruction

shall be entrusted only to the technique of specialists

and to the enlightened minds of leaders.

Perhaps there will be no more need for armies.

People will be able to die in their fields, houses, workshops.

Unaware, without any hatred. A clean death.

Suppose we call Omega one million dead:

Two Omega dead..

It impresses no one. And it's victory!

So true.

If I may call you back to reality, my Lord, this confirms our peace plans.

Because on this you can give good hit, but won't do the least damage.

No more battles, no more wars. - What, no more wars?

Sure, father, don't you understand? Wearing this, a man cannot lose.

If everyone had one, nobody could lose anymore.

There would be neither winners nor losers.

And no more wars! The hope of the world is this!

Help! Get me out of here.

Take this thing away.

Gently, please. Careful.

Let me revenge an infamy. The truce was violated, the Arabs invaded a village.

I know. - We know. - And you do nothing?

We are committed to respecting the truce.

The Arabs will massacre the survivors.

Make war for a few survivors?

They stole all my wheat carts! Fernando, tell them.

This is true. Six wagons of wheat.

Then you're driven by self interest. - No... - The wait did not purify you.

You ate my bread, and now you demand an army for your worthless carts?

What are you then? A warrior or a merchant?

A warrior! That's why...

So then, obey your Lord and stand to attention.

The world is governed by reason, mayor. What does the proverb say?

The tremor of a camel hair affects the universe.

Exactly. Chance does not exist.

It's the personification of our laziness, that's all.

In the sky a mathematical order rules.

Should we allow chaos to reign on earth?

Well said.

It's a waste of energy and, of course, money.

Watch, instead.

With a little practice, each group,

mowers, tillers, milkers,

by indulging in a single task, acquires great skill.

Especially if they're monitored all day.

The meals are consumed at the workplace, it saves time.

So the lords gain. But what about the farmers?

How dare you interrupt his Excellency? Apologize now!

Calm down.

I'm sorry. - Boor!

Also my son likes to raise questions. Curiosity is a feature of youth.

I am convinced that there is no greater happiness for man

than to contribute to the well-being of an orderly community.

Yes, but if farmers refuse?

So long as we're here don't worry. And remember, in the order that we practice

everything is dominated by one privileged caste,

the warriors, whose task is precisely to enforce that order.

The circle is closed, as you see.

What is not forbidden is compulsory. It's the secret of our power.

The Count agrees with us. Otherwise, he would have arrested us.

You too agree with me. - Me?

Why else did you come with me?

Because you ordered me to.

And then...

because someone doubted my manhood.

What?

Make your sword talk!

It's not about swords.

Fernando! Hey, Fernando!

Let's see you against your old father.

Hey, don't we ever eat here?

First the mind, my son. En garde!

What's that? Defending yourself? Attack!

How can I attack on an empty stomach?

A soldier always attacks.

This village, how many people?

Scarcely a thousand. - That's quite a lot.

There are rivers, streams?

Yes, there are rivers.

And castles?

Castles? - Castles, no.

Really? Take that!

Sorry. Did I hurt you?

Nice shot.

Take that!

Get away, filthy beast!

Where will we end up? 50 gold crowns!

Don't you see? It's for the reclamation.

Reclamation? But I didn't ask for any of that!

Be careful! - But it's a trifle! - Okay, I understand.

By way of arrogance.

Here's how it'll end: they'll bring us all to our knees!

But didn't you say that 10 Arabs could ensure peace for the village?

But not eternal peace, my lady.

And then I said 10, not one more.

I haven't got any notice yet. - You will. - No, thanks.

We'll all receive it. - Not so sure. - All of us!

I am delighted to see you all together. I have great news.

Production will be doubled.

Within six months at most.

What? Six months? - You think it's too short a time, eh?

Leave it to us.

Within a year, your crops will have tripled.

In here. Quick!

Don't tread on the veg. Be careful!

Silence! You're all here?

Except Pedro, who was scared. - Are you sure the well has dried up?

Of course. It's often served as a hiding place.

You didn't see anything. Swear. - What would I have seen? - Good.

I hid the valuables in a hole behind the cabinet.

You hope to save them? - Yes, if you don't talk.

Don't be fooled. They'll strip us of everything.

This cannot last. I fear the worst.

Who would dare..? - They whipped two peasants today,

for stealing an egg. An egg, understand?

It's the last house to be searched.

Good, hurry up. And rummage everywhere.

Nothing here.

Over here!

Come out!

Are you Manuel Fugaro? - Yes, why?

The amount of cheese delivered by you is much inferior to the programmed quota.

But, I don't know...

The well has dried up,

but it's not empty.

Go down and see.

The well is filled with cheese!

Cheese?

Yes.

By order of Sheikh Abengalbon, son of Abengalbon the Great,

and at the request of Mayor Don Alfonso Ordo�ez,

go to the public square

where a public execution of justice will be carried out,

to discourage the wicked and reassure the good.

Stop it!

Continue so long as the offender remains conscious and can feel pain.

Punishing is a duty for those in command.

Stop it!

Manuel!

Dead, he's dead!

No!

This is for you. - Too small.

Quick!

That's my father's. - He never uses it...

Come on!

To the village!

Flee!

Let's go!

Cowards! - Get them! - Stop! Come back!

Quick! Let's flee!

Rush over! They're fighting in the square!

We have 12 dead and 20 wounded.

The rebels lost... - Their losses will come soon! But surely not in combat!

The mayor asks to see you. - The mayor?

He still has the nerve to call himself that? - The bandage... - Leave me alone!

Father, calm down. Justice is a dish best served cold.

I've come to congratulate you on having escaped this danger.

If it had happened otherwise,

you'd be drinking now to our massacre.

I am the mayor of this village.

You were up till now, by our generosity.

From this moment on, no more!

The people elected me.

The Count of Castile affixed his seal on my appointment.

Neither you nor I can do anything about it.

But you signed an agreement with us.

I signed the pact

without having the authority.

Out of fear?

Indeed.

If you are still mayor

deliver to me 24 of your men to be executed,

to avenge the death of my 12 men.

If you are a good trader, you'll agree that this is a fine price.

A mayor of Spain is well worth 12 of your warriors.

Vermin! Who do you think you are? I know your sort.

You're the worst of all. You'll be executed with the others!

Then I'll have the privilege

to show the others how to die.

Take him!

Do not touch me!

Father... It is written:

"An act of clemency gives more fruit and flowers than an act of violence."

Yes,

but it is also written:

"We talk with the enemy in one case only:

if he's stronger."

Have you seen?

You chose to leave.

Sancha...

I...

The betrayal of the Christians forces us to settle here.

You can go.

God preserve you from committing a sacrilege.

Look Halaf. They are making idols.

Did you make that?

I had some help.

What does the writing say?

That he will triumph...

and he will reign.

Like this?

Now it lacks only a stigma.

It is written:

"With his spear, one of the soldiers pierced his side."

In the name of almighty and merciful God,

Lord of hosts,

who brought the Israelites to the Promised Land,

we solemnly swear

to release the glorious land of Spain

from the dishonourable yoke of slavery.

In the name of Allah, the merciful and great,

Sheikh Abengalbon, our Lord,

son of Almighty Abengalbon...

orders all residents

to surrender all arms before sunset

and any object usable for offensive purposes.

Whoever does not honour this edict

will be tortured, and if needed, sentenced to death.

Why the hell didn't they wake me?

Pedro!

Jesus be praised.

Forever. Remain seated.

You slept here?

You ordered me to.

Yes, my marriage with Sancha.

She lost her father, poor thing.

But why not wake me up?

Want some? - No, thank you, Father. But where is Pedro?

I told him to wake me up at cock crow.

The cocks haven't crowed. - Really? - No.

Damn, no one does anything here!

Where have they all gone? The house is empty.

Pedro!

Sancha!

Laurencia!

Father Giacinto, what happened?

All possible evil, but there is always God.

There's no one! They took everything, even the mattresses!

The roosters haven't crowed, I told you, didn't I?

What? - The roosters!

Roosters! Cock-a-doodle-do!

Wicked, going away like that!

Come, Sancha, you must eat.

You can't continue like this.

Excuse me.

I need to talk to you.

Alone.

I said alone!

You too.

Sancha, listen to me.

We must fight now!

You more than others, because you have two reasons for doing so.

You can't go on like this.

You fight pain with action! Do something!

We need your help. Understand?

We need your example!

You shouldn't have left.

But I'm back!

Look! It's me!

Fernando, in the flesh!

Wake up, I beg you. Do something!

Sancha...

This is good! Go on!

Get lost!

Out of my sight!

Sancha!

What are you doing here?

We need you in the fields! To work!

I said get to work!

We need a man in charge here.

Who knows how to cook? - Me.

You're in charge of collecting food. Anyone hiding food will be punished.

As with the Moors.

And the wood? - Later.

Is there a blacksmith? - Me.

Good. You, collect weapons. You two, install a forge.

Who's a carpenter?

Listen to me, you two. You're carpenter?

Yes, also. I'm a gardener, stable boy, carder, milker and farrier assistant.

But what can you do really well? - The watchman!

Take 20 men and 10 mules, and go get wood.

The hardest you can find. - What for, sir? - Weapons!

One of you go up there. - I'll go.

No, what are you doing? I said one! Stop! Come back here!

Come on, you.

I'm talking to you. Go up there.

Beautiful beast. - Allow me to take it.

Well, basically, we can't... We can't complain.

With that, shall we make steaks? - Why not?

Out, that one! - That too for steaks?

You want them all on your plate?

Let's go.

All in the saddle!

On your feet!

What do you see? - Nothing.

What do you mean nothing? Look better!

What do you see?

I see the fields.

The mountains, the sky.

And the Moors?

The Moors?

Look out, Don Fernando!

No, no! This damn wall wasn't there!

But it's the weakest point for an attack! - Take it down!

Tell me, son, what do you think of moles?

Moles? - Yes.

You've the mind of a mole.

You entrap yourself in your own burrow.

We have to defend ourselves. - Defend? We must attack, my son!

If it's them who attack? - Exactly.

How can I counter-attack with cavalry if you block the way?

Unblock it!

Take it down!

Fools!

Lumberjacks my foot!

Lighting a fire to warm the soup! You should burn your ass!

This way they'll draw in the Arabs! Fools!

Father! Look!

Stop!

A fire.

Look.

Another fire.

Impossible.

Another!

No doubt about it. This is a encirclement manoeuvre. A fine trap!

These rebels are led by a formidable strategist.

We'll not let them encircle us.

It's useless to continue. Turn back.

Their leader is no novice. You must surely know him.

I swear I don't.

I've already told you I don't believe you.

I must know who is the leader of the robbers.

You're from the village! You must know!

And if he's not from the village?

Even so.

This man must be famous. Even if he's not from the village you must know him.

Maybe he's from far, far away.

You won't tell me he's from heaven, maybe? Answer!

Neither the sky nor the earth. - Hell, then?

In my humble opinion, Lord

they have no real leader.

How dare you doubt what I say with such certainty?

Get out!

Father, if they wanted to trap us

then why light fires? To warn us?

Exactly.

This means, my son, that this mysterious strategist

who comes neither from heaven nor hell

feels strong enough to challenge us.

Or so weak he uses low cunning. - So, in addition, he's smart.

This is all the more dangerous. These fires were on our way.

So he was aware of our intentions.

He wanted to let us know.

He's very crafty.

Careful that this enchanted place doesn't undermine your will.

Do not take my caution for indecision.

Meanwhile, the fields are abandoned.

The wheat is fully ripened.

Who will harvest it?

Quite soon,

the rebels will all be subdued.

We'll lose the crop if we don't harvest the wheat.

# We're not beautiful ladies,

# not pious, chaste, nor honest.

# Nor are we stupid or crazy or naughty, but we are cheerful girls,

# No husband to pick at leisure

# these three fruits of pleasure.

# You who win at wars

# are prisoners of love.

# You win with your arms and we with our charms.

Stop!

Hi, Moor. - Where are you going?

What do you think? Here!

We came to keep the soldiers company.

Get down. You like work, huh?

In joy, one works better.

It depends on the kind of work.

Now go cut the wheat, then we'll see. Hurry!

You and I we'll meet later.

Let's pray. - Yes let's pray.

Comb the mountains to root out the enemy!

You in the valley.

And you, on the other side.

Once you know their numbers, come back to report.

Wake up! - Ready! Here we are.

You can enter their camp as you want.

And the food?

It's crammed into a hut in the back, easy to access.

Fortunately their leader is a moron.

Come on! - Food!

Hey, beauty, food ahoy!

Hurry, we're going to eat!

A keen eye and quick reflexes. These are the qualities of an officer.

To the kitchens! We don't need idiots like you.

You must lead men!

You have to lead them to attack, and you're afraid of a stick?

Sorry, Don Gonzalo.

Sorry, my eye! We're at war.

Like this?

Yes, promoted.

A sense of discipline,

morale and a taste for initiative.

These are the qualities of an officer.

See?

Dung, two days old.

Horses malnourished.

Three horses, maybe four.

Abdelluah!

Is there dung up there?

Head straight, chest out, military bearing!

Alert!

Follow me.

Alert!

Password?

Come on, let him through!

No longer need password?

I didn't say that. How did you find us?

Actually, I followed the road.

I want three sentinels on the peaks bordering the entrance!

But, did you fight at Alcatraz?

By God, father! Welcome to the Christian camp.

Christian? I see neither Christ nor cross.

Father, I have to do everything myself. Goats!

Thief! Rascal! Clear off!

Thief! Rascal! Get out of here! Clear off!

Oh! Congratulations!

And you dare lecture the others.

It's they who stole, not me, believe me.

A fine example you set, Mr. all-pure! What's more, you're a liar.

Be quiet, you plucked chicken!

The hero afraid of a chicken? We're in good hands!

Shut up, frog!

Toad! Cock without a comb!

But with double wattles! - Fernando!

Fernando!

Keep them.

Fernando!

Looking for Fernando? - Yes.

He must be with the horses. - Okay, thank you.

What are you doing here? - Let's flee! Take everything.

Let me go.

Thief!

Help! Alert!

Thief!

Cursed thief!

You'll pay for this!

Fernando! Fool! What's going on?

I caught them stealing.

They were in the food store.

These are the ones who tried to steal my wheat.

Who's the leader? - This one, father.

Talk about a leader.

Yes, he's the leader. Hang him!

Excuse me, I want to talk to you. - About what?

About a book.

Tie them up!

Take a seat. What book is it?

Just a moment.

This is the time to join forces.

Whether it is those of violence... I mean, of power, or of knowledge.

I think I can represent knowledge. and that I can be very useful.

You know this book?

These are the commentaries of Caesar. His war diary.

Saved from the fury of barbarians and the ignorance of Christians.

But this is Latin. - I'll translate.

"Caesar made a pact with the barbarians in order to win the war."

So what?

That small barbarian, your prisoner..

He'd be more useful to you alive than on the end of a rope.

Horses! - Bandits.

Wait, Father. How did you know I fought at Alcatraz?

I was there myself before donning the cassock.

I, in the forefront. You in the rear.

Eat before being hanged.

Wine.

Hey, the chief wants wine!

He ate. Now he's thirsty.

Watch out, it's Don Gonzalo!

Get up!

Stand up, I said.

Oh, yeah...

Listen, this time I won't hang you.

But I need some horses. - How many?

The most possible. - You have them.

Mind you, I won't pay you. - I never paid for anything either.

You must all swear on the cross to return. Wait.

You are Christians? - By God, you think we're heathens?

You swear? - We swear.

If you do not return, I'll hang you all.

But how will we hang them if they don't come back?

Let's see who is a good offic..

Promoted!

Let's see...

To the kitchens!

Come.

What's he doing? - Shut up, idiot! - You're squashing my head!

The door was locked, I alone had the key.

I checked that the door was closed.

Come on!

But how did they get in?

Very good. Help him get out.

Only a child could pass. - Don't talk such nonsense!

Don't lose your head!

Will you get him out or not?

I've done nothing wrong!

Where were you? I'll fix you!

Angels, seraphim, cherubim... They call them that!

These are small intangible genii who can slip anywhere.

And even carry weapons?

They can do anything.

I know who sent them.

You two, look at that side.

Have you lost something?

Where were you last night? - My body was here.

What do you mean?

My soul was dreaming of the Lord.

Where is Don Jaime? Get him.

Is it true you practice magic? - The whole of Creation is magic.

Why does the sun turn?

That's how sometimes God sends his servants a small part of his powers.

And he makes weapons disappear?

And you think that God needs weapons!

I forbid you to laugh in front of me!

In fact, you're not funny.

Please, we'll achieve nothing like this. Let's be reasonable.

Don Jaime!

You wanted to see me?

What do you know of the theft of weapons?

What weapons, Excellency?

You know nothing, right?

Absolutely nothing. I've just got out of bed.

Then, to waken you up, go turn the well wheels, until further orders

Excellence, in my capacity as a gentleman,

I doubt I'd be any good. I've never tried.

You'll learn. Go!

Let's think.

Yes, let's think.

I didn't mean you.

What do you know about it?

You live in your dreams.

Call your leader.

Immediately.

Therefore, if one rejects a supernatural hypothesis,

it leaves only treason.

This is sad, but true.

Keep our eyes open. The enemy is among us.

Excuse me father, let's think. - But I'm doing nothing else!

Why should our men steal weapons? That would be suicide.

Suicide exists, my son.

Not without reason. - So explain it to me.

You want something? - No! I mean, yes!

They stole weapons. - I know.

Finally! How do you know?

You talk of nothing else.

Do you know who the thieves are?

How would I know? Let's think.

Don't try to confuse me with your sophistry!

You will receive 50 lashes. Soldiers!

I know nothing.

Our principle is to never lie.

Good.

Then, whip him for the principle.

Let's go.

Resting, dirty beast!

Can I stop?

It doesn't depend on me.

Think the rebels want to fight?

Them? Not on your life!

They're just afraid. It would be easy to deter them through dialogue.

It's worth a try. I'll keep you posted.

Farewell.

Stop here! Report.

We combed the mountain. We found the camp.

Come on, how many are they? - Many.

With a chief at their head. - We suspected so.

Now I have proof.

Their leader is a man, not a cloud of angels.

If you attack, be very careful.

I fear the spells of these monks.

Spells!

Where is Halaf?

Is that enough? Cover it well.

Is this also in Caesar's book?

No.

It's a little invention of my own.

I want to see how it works. - No. Come on.

What is it for? - You'll see it when the chance comes.

Gentlemen officers! Lances forward!

Charge!

Perfect. Well done!

Never mind about falling. The key is to strike. Once more!

Saddle up!

Lances forward!

Charge!

Hey, you!

The Moors!

Miguelito! My lance!

Allah bless this place.

What do you want?

Only peace. I propose a new pact, if you return to the village.

You're lying. You're here to spy on us!

I'm telling the truth.

I defy with lance and sword anyone who calls me a liar.

He will answer to Don Gonzalo!

Calm down. He's here to...

An insult is washed with blood.

Give me a horse and a lance.

No, me! - No, me.

Me.

My son... - Sir...

will you let my son Don Fernando Herrera y Menendez take my place? He's my son.

At your service.

Thank you.

Give me your lance.

It suits you. It's more manly.

You feel more feminine?

Show yourself worthy...

And return.

Return.

This is good.

Father...

Bless me.

Shield.

Give me.

Here.

Gentlemen, honour demands a fair fight.

60 lashes to whoever dares to move or say a word.

Go!

I am your prisoner. - No, consider yourself our guest.

A prisoner on your word. - The Moors!

The Moors are coming!

Better tie him. Tie him!

My sword! Saddle up!

Christians! Follow me! - Come on!

To your positions.

In Christ's name, go!

Victory! They retreat!

Victory!

We've won!

Miracle! The bandits return with the horses!

Move aside!

God bless the bandits!

Go!

Quick!

Go!

What say you, Don Gonzalo?

Not bad.

15, 16, 17,

18, 19, 20, 21...

Well? Always with sacks?

Who was born to count sacks counts them all his life.

I've had enough.

If I'm not mistaken, before, you liked it.

That was different, they belonged to me.

Now they are everyone's.

This is to say no one's.

I'm hungry. I've not stopped since dawn.

I too am here since dawn.

Very well. So you were awaiting me.

Actually, I've neglected you a little, but I can't help it.

You seem happy.

What?

The bread you touch is tastier.

Shall we get out of this hole?

Yes, I'll fetch water.

Thank you.

- Have you eaten? - Yes.

Stay a little.

I'm bored.

The life of a prisoner isn't much fun.

But you're not a real prisoner.

Much worse, I'm a prisoner of my word.

I cannot even try to escape.

If this wasn't the case, would you?

Of course!

I've not yet praised you for the duel.

You haven't yet said much at all.

You neither. I know so little about you.

What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything.

I don't know.

You're always in a hurry. I don't know your aim in life.

Yeah, what's your aim in life?

My aim in life?

Well...

Well, I don't know. For the moment.

But I'm sure that if you take life as it comes, the future will be more...

Well...

It would be more...

More...

It would be...

Don't you find?

Excuse me.

I had a moment of weakness. Let me go.

You should have them more often.

Insolent!

And boorish. - Right, boorish too.

And a bully?

Boorish and a bully.

I can't...

I mustn't...

Well, what do you say? What good was your defence?

It's by attacking that you win.

What do you say? - Pretty, beautiful...

I mean your father's craving to jump into the lion's den. I don't get it.

That's how he is, what can you do?

Imagine if we could beat them without a fight...

Without a blow struck? - Right.

Why did they occupy the village?

I'd say, to seize our crops.

Right, Don Fernando! Finally someone smart!

And if there were no more crops?

If there were no more?

Angelito! Retajo! Set fire further down the slope!

You, follow me!

Sorry, brother, don't you smell burning?

"A large fire will come from heaven, and will set the earth ablaze."

"And Christ appears in all his glory!"

The Arabs have set fire to the fields!

Help!

Stop! I said stop!

They really did that? - Apparently.

By God, this is the time to attack from behind. The ideal time! Rally!

Don Gonzalo, what are you doing? Stop!

The rebels have burned the crops.

Bring the monks to extinguish the fire. - Good. Follow me!

They'll believe we've all left to put out the fire,

while the bulk of our troops will attack the camp.

Forward!

That's enough. You, burn Pedro's field, and you, that one there!

Extinguish windward! - This way!

Over here!

Set fire uphill!

It's them who set the fire! The bandits! Get them!

Stop! What are you doing? Go away!

Are you crazy? You're burning our wheat! - I'm doing this for you, fools!

Stop!

I ordered it!

Let everything burn! Let it burn!

The Moors! Save yourself! - The Moors?

Here are the arsonists! Get them!

It wasn't us! It wasn't us!

The camp's on fire!

To the camp!

Come on!

The Arabs put everything to fire and sword!

They've taken the women! All of them!

Gather the men!

Take the women to the monastery.

Sancha!

Don Jaime!

Please!

Sancha!

Leave her, she's my fianc�e.

I'm like the others. - Hurry!

That's not true! - Line up! - Sancha, come on! - No!

What's wrong? You're my... - I'm no one's

Sancha!

Come, hurry!

Don't be afraid! - Sancha, you have no obligations!

Are you sure?

Sancha, what are you doing?

You're undressing? You're crazy! - Why shout?

Undressing in front of women never was immodesty.

But there's me! And the soldiers! - So what?

You mean that you and they are men?

If you were real men, you wouldn't behave like that!

Get dressed! - No! Get off me, you fool! Let go of me!

Don Jaime!

Go to the rebel camp.

Tell them that out of generosity we invite them to submit and resume work.

If they don't show up at first sunlight, their women will go to Africa as slaves.

Take pity on the innocent.

Spare at least Miss Sancha. We must marry.

Perfect.

More reason to hurry and not betray us. Go!

Sancha, I do it for you.

Listen. We will be lenient if the rebels submit.

Your leaders have fooled you. It is they who will pay.

Look well at that wretch.

We caught him while burning your crops.

Any of you recognizing him as the leader of the bandits, must accuse him before me.

Did you hear?

He was destroying your crops.

If anyone recognizes him as the leader, speak.

He will save the others.

Guards, pick 10 prisoners.

Torture will loosen their tongues.

Halaf, swear on the Prophet. You saw that man in the bandits' camp?

Is it he who was in charge?

Father... - You fear the rebel leader so much as to threaten death to all?

Well then, look me in the face! It is me!

Not true!

I don't know this man!

Yes, you know him.

You know him... better than anyone.

Not true! He's lying! He accuses himself to save us.

I order you to be quiet!

If you give orders, obviously you have the authority to do so.

Hang him from the well's rope .

No!

Silence! Whoever speaks will suffer the same fate!

Let me go!

They're coming! A small group comes to parley.

Perfect, Don Jaime.

You two, go to meet them with an escort.

Remember I want unconditional surrender.

Why did you stop? Continue!

Your time will come too!

Very soon!

Little fool at the end of a rope, your army surrenders.

Cowards!

Come on! What are you waiting for? Finish me off.

First I want you to see your bandits kneel before me.

What are they doing?

Treason, alert! They're attacking us!

Follow me!

Father...

A horse and a sword!

You cannot fight in this state, son!

Here.

What are you doing?

See you soon, Sancha. - May God protect you.

Let's go too!

Servants of God, come on!

Come on, hurry!

Halt!

Line up, all of you!

Face to the left!

Charge!

Face to the enemy!

Lances forward!

Charge! Charge! Charge!

Charge!

Father...

Help me.

We won, huh?

Yes, we won.

Man is made to dare.

Am I wounded?

Yes, I am wounded.

I can finally show the signs of my bravery.

Man is made.. to fight.

I can't see anything. But it's dark here.

Yes, it's night, father.

But I.. I'm dying! - No..

But I'm dying!

The war brought ruin and pain.

Faced with its injuries, there are no winners or losers.

But it takes little time for love to triumph over hatred.

And for yesterday's enemies to learn to live together.

On land bathed in the blood of heroes springs up wheat,

harvested by Arabs and Christians as a gift.

A gift that is the symbol of the happiness

for which a hundred horsemen fought

at the sacrifice of their lives.

Here we are, let me remove the ladder.

The mural will be unveiled by the new mayor. Yes, folks, it's exactly him!

The new mayor, the man of coexistence.

Yes, since, once the dead were buried and the victor honoured,

he became very popular.

The slogan was: pacification.

And all made peace. Even these two.

Why, you doubted?

Yes, sooner or later you always end up agreeing with a beautiful woman.

So they all lived happily ever after, as much as can be on earth.

That is, not much.

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