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Eva, do you love Azya?

Well, tell me. Do you?

I don't know.

But you don't deny it. So you do love him.

Don't worry. I told Michael of my love first.

And so what? All's well.

You must really have loved each other.

How was it? Tell me.

He told me of his love in the lumber room.

Go on, what then?

Then he grabbed me, and began to kiss me.

That scoundrel! What did you do?

I was too afraid to scream.

You were too afraid, then you do love him.

What happened afterwards?

Father came, and hit him. Then he beat me.

And then he had him flogged. He couldn't walk for two weeks.

Everything's going to be fine. Leave it to me.

You won't go with your father. You'll stay here and be able to see Azya.

He'll take you to Hashkov and fall at your father's feet.

Father will never agree.

He'll have to. Azya is of royal blood.

Actually, I'll come with you, and beg your father to consent.

Do you have any letters?

There are none. I was ordered to relate everything by word of mouth.

Rise and speak.

War is certain. We're supposed to move for Adrianople in the spring.

Where will the Khan be?

He'll cross the Wild Fields and storm Kamenets.

You are welcome under my roof, Halim.

You have brought me good news.

What's wrong?

It's been two weeks since father left, and Azya says nothing.

When he looks, his eyes are so wild, I'm not sure whether it's love or hate.

He's wild, so he loves wildly.

You cannot take her from him, Effendi.

Silence, dog!

Who's there?

It's me. May I come in?

I wish to talk with you.

Please, sit down.

Do you know what this is about?

No, I don't.

Sometimes, one has a love secret hidden in the heart,

but they are afraid to speak of it.

Do you understand?

What exactly are you talking about?

I've kept Eva here on purpose, so that you could have a chance to see her.

I understand.

And understand this, if you do not tell her of your love,

I will not let her go to Hashkov.

I also intended to come, so that I could intercede for you both.

But since you're acting this way...

Do come with us, gracious Lady!

You really love her that much?

To death! To death!

Eva loves you, too.

After the darkest night, God sends light to earth,

and commands the sun to rise from the sea.

In two weeks, she will be mine.

Forever.

Son of Tuhay Bey, you are great and mighty.

Halim, you're leaving today.

Tell our frontier troops to harass the Poles.

Their Yampoi and Rashkov troops will chase them.

I want the road which we'll take, to be free of troops.

Michael.

What, honey?

You know, Azya is wildly in love with Eva.

Really?

Michael, do you still love me as you did?

My dearest love.

What?

Michael, in a few days, Azya is taking Eva to Rashkov.

I know.

Michael, let me go with them.

What? Get it out of your head.

Michael.

You're not going...

You're not...

You're...

God speed to you.

Farewell, Basia.

There are horse tracks in the snow.

It's doubtful that the Tartars would move in winter, but I have to check.

I'd come with you, but Eva and Miss Wolodyjowska are coming.

Don't be so hard on Azya, father.

Don't tell me what to do.

He's a good officer.

It's none of your business.

Father...

Alright. God speed to you.

Men are all like that. Michael won't even look at me when he's on duty.

If you're going to love a soldier, he might as well be a good one.

It's been three days since we left, and Azya has said nothing.

He didn't even have time for me when we stopped.

You know, you should speak with Eva.

I have to watch the men.

Of course, but Rashkov is near,

and before you speak to Nowowiejski, you should talk with Eva.

Speak.

Their troops have left.

What about the old man?

He stayed at Rashkov.

Move!

There are no troops at Mohilov.

None at Yampol.

Nor at Rashkov.

I am the only Lord here.

Azya, what's with you?

Just say the word, and I'll put Akkerman at your feet.

And all the hordes that roam the steppe.

You don't even know that you're the only one I love!

Now you're mine, and no one can take you away from me!

No! No!

Mine!

Effendi!

What is it, Master?

What happened?

Go after her!

Bring her back dead or alive!

I can't go on...

In whose hands are we? In whose hands, I ask?

In mine. The son of Tuhay Bey.

Azya!

Whom you have reared...

...and whose back bled under your hands!

Traitor! Don't touch me!

I'll be avenged! I have a son!

And a daughter! For whom you had me flogged!

And whom I'll now give to the lowest of the horde!

Azya! Azya, I've always loved you!

Father!

You dog!

Azya! No!

All that I have left now,

is to avenge my father's death and my sister's shame.

I'm going deep into the Turkish lands.

There, I'll sit in hiding and wait.

War is certain in the spring.

The treacherous Lipki Tartars know the roads.

They'll be in the first line of the Sultan's force.

In their own land, we'll catch them off guard.

Either I'll get Tuhay Bey's son, or I'll be killed in the process.

Nowowiejski.

Put out the fires!

Put out the fires!

Put them out!

Commander, they're here!

There are only a few horsemen. They're driving the herd to pasture.

They march at night. It's too hot during the day.

Our Lipki Tartars!

Are you sure?

Lipki.

Well, friend. Talk. Or you'll go to hell with roasted feet.

Have mercy, I'll tell you everything I know.

Where's Tuhay Bey's son?

A mile from here.

How many people does he have?

600 Lipkis.

You're not Iying?

I wouldn't dare! He's got no more than that.

The Murza's tent is easily recognizable because it has a horse's tail on top.

Are there any women in his tent?

Did you hear me?

I'll tell you everything! I'm innocent! I just followed his command!

Well?

The Murza gave your Excellency's sister... to the horde.

Well, brother. Your time has come.

For what you've done, you'll die in agony.

Begin.

Begin, but slowly.

Together!

Dying already?

Stop! Take the horses away.

Put him up. Be straight.

Now you're going to hell, brother, but before you do, you'll roast for a while.

Christ! He's going to his death. That's where the Turks are!

Give unto him eternal rest, O Lord.

You may go.

Tell the whole company to assemble in the clearing.

So there's no hope any longer.

The entire Turkish power is moving up on us.

What will you do with her?

You'll take her to Warsaw.

Wherever you go, Michael, so will I.

The siege has begun.

I declare the War Council open.

Take the floor, gentlemen.

What are we to debate?

Everything.

First, we'd like to hear what the command thinks.

The command is with everyone. I entrust it to the whole Council.

Pardon me, my Lord. I've spent my entire life in the service.

But I've never heard of anything like this.

In an emergency, there must be one leader.

I've decided to entrust the command to the Council.

And I maintain my decision.

May I remind your Lordship

that even the Romans, who were the greatest warriors,

had a dictator in times of war.

We have our own wisdom.

It says: Just as there's a greater flame

from an arm-load of wood than from a single log,

so will many heads provide better council than one.

I praise the modesty of Lord Potocki, and support him.

So it is decided.

We debate together,

we command together, and we answer together before the commonwealth.

Now, let's discuss the defense.

Lord Wolodyjowski is most experienced in this field.

Therefore I call on him to speak first.

We have 1,060 soldiers.

I propose we put them in both castles.

The nobles and the citizens will defend the city walls.

Does everyone agree?

Good.

Ketling should be put in charge of the artillery.

He is most experienced in this.

Agreed?

Good.

The enemy will move its main force into the castles.

Assign the command there to me, my Lords.

Good.

And how do you see this whole situation, Colonel?

Can we hold out?

That's what we're here for.

The lower castle will repulse the first attack.

That is, until it's blown up by mines. And it definitely will be.

Are you so certain?

It stands on a rock, so only a fool wouldn't blow it up.

What do we do then?

We'll move the guns to the upper castle.

It's on a cliff, that even mines can't touch it.

That's where the real defense begins.

What if, and God forbid, the castle is reduced to rubble?

Then we'll defend ourselves from rubble.

What other choice do we have, except to defend this place to the death?

We can negotiate.

What?

We didn't come here for negotiations.

We won't give up. We're here to fight!

Fight!

The Monsignore is protected by his robe. His place is in the church.

I could have been elsewhere.

And is this my reward for not abandoning my people in time of need?

Forgive us, your Grace, we meant no offence.

We were prompted by our eagerness to defend ourselves.

The Council is adjourned. Thank you, gentlemen.

In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit...

To your battle stations, dear brothers!

What is your Lordship's opinion, will we succeed?

You heard my Lord Bishop.

We may hold the fortress for a month or two. Maybe three.

Meanwhile, Sobieski will collect an army,

and grow in strength.

I vow and take oath, that being entrusted with the command of the upper castle,

I shall not let the enemy into its walls as long as I live.

Nor shall I leave its walls or raise a white flag.

Even if I am to be buried in its ruins.

So help me God and the Holy Cross. Amen.

I vow and take oath...

...to defend the castle with my last drop of blood...

...before the enemy ever steps into its walls.

So help me God and the Holy Cross. Amen.

Remember, Michael.

If, God forbid...

I don't know what would become of me.

Quiet, Basia...

There's dissent in parliament. The Hetman has no power nor army.

Cowards sit on the War Council. Seems like only cowards.

We have to give an example,

that will lift people's hearts and give them fortitude.

If the echo of these cannons does not reach Warsaw

... then the commonwealth will fall.

Light the tar rags.

Fire!

Mortars, fire! Fire!

Fire!

Throw the flaming rags!

I think, that the heathens have lost their courage.

Not for long.

They're pounding away, again.

Look at that.

Unusual guests at the walls.

Good morning, gentlemen. How is everything?

We drove them away with heavy fighting.

How were your losses?

As in any siege.

My God, so much Christian blood is being shed here.

They're laying mines.

That's the usual thing in times of siege.

Good God.

So we'll have to abandon the lower castle.

I told you it would only hold out against the first attack.

And what if we have to withdraw from the upper castle? Where will we go?

I'll go there.

Michael!

God in heaven! What do I see?

She wouldn't listen. I told her she'd get us both killed.

I begged her on my knees, but it was no use.

Basia, you have no fear of God! My faithful friend until death.

Grenades were falling like peas. I thought I'd burst.

From anger, of course, and not fear.

How about the townsfolk?

Brave. The rich merchants, whose stores are burning,

begged the Bishop to surrender the city.

I boxed the ears of the one who begged the most.

For that, the Bishop was mad at me.

Michael, did you hear that?

If only by your side.

Basia.

Listen, Basia.

What, Michael?

To tell you the truth, we're very happy together.

And I think,

that if one of us would die,

the other would grieve beyond measure.

Michael, have pity on yourself and on me.

When my time comes, which is a soldier's destiny,

you must say to yourself: it's nothing.

You must say to yourself: Michael has gone away.

Sure, it's very far away,

but it's nothing.

No.

Remember, Basia. It's nothing.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

We've hit their gun powder!

An order for the colonel! We're surrendering!

A letter from Lord Potocki, sir.

An agreement has been signed.

We must withdraw from the castle.

Each man is free to leave the fortress.

Set about carrying out the order, gentlemen.

Old friend.

Do me a favor.

Go to my wife and tell her from me:

Tell her:

It's nothing.

Ketling.

It's time.

Colonel Wolodyjowski.

For God, Colonel Wolodyjowski.

The alarm has sounded! War!

The enemy is on our land!

But you do not rise!

You do not seize your sword!

You do not mount your horse!

What has happened to you, soldier?

Have you forgotten your former valor,

that you abandon us in your sorrow and anxiety?

Who will resist the enemy?

Who will fight them?

Who will lift our sunken spirit?

One year later.

In the fields of Chocim,

the forces of the commonwealth routed the Turkish army.