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Raging fire of corpses,

forces of the air, of the earth, of the sea and of fire,

I call on you.

If it is true that you have more power than humankind,

come to my aid, here and now.

Satan, Asmodeus and your thousand names.

How much do you need?

- 500 escudos. - Speak to Lord de Veyre.

Halt!

State your name.

Captain Santos Fern�ndez Corrales.

You're under arrest. Your weapons.

Follow us.

Your bow isn't very tense today. What's wrong?

My heart belongs to you, Madam.

You bring peace to my senses,

and I could not do without you,

but I have to leave for Burgos.

- With the monarchs perhaps? - Yes.

With the monarchs.

Follow me,

and ask in exchange whatever you may desire.

A house, possessions, servants,

and even an allowance.

- Are you a friend of the king? - More than a friend.

You could say that the king and I

are one and the same person.

I want to be a lady-in-waiting.

Don't you want to have me near?

It's dangerous.

For me or for you?

For both of us.

Whether here or in Burgos, I need protection,

exposed as I am

to the rumors and condemnations of the townspeople.

I am a Moor.

The only protection I have

is that offered by Captain Corrales.

Before you spill forth, I demand an answer.

Whatever you want.

It is September, 1506,

when the new sovereigns of Castile

make their entrance into Burgos.

- Ana Sainz de Torrijos. - Amalia Zapico.

- Cristina de Acevedo. - Beatriz de Bobadilla.

Mar�a del Llano Vilches.

They are too beautiful.

They have been chosen from the most noble families,

as is fitting.

Very well.

Welcome.

I wish the Castilian court to be noted for its austerity.

Extravagant hairstyles and ostentatious garments

are forbidden.

I want simplicity.

You may leave.

Are you happy?

Very.

The people love us.

The people are delighted to have a king as handsome as you.

And so am I.

Come.

Put your hand here.

It's moving.

Tell my father that if it's a boy, I'll call it after him.

Kiss me.

The King of Castile.

Can Parliament really decide who governs Castile?

Officially, yes.

But the effect of this meal on our mood

will be more influential.

You and I shall decide. I abandon Castile unconditionally.

I want to attend to my affairs in Italy.

Germaine, who was reared at the effeminate French court,

is not adapting to being the wife of Ferdinand of Aragon.

She finds us coarse and austere.

I want a son.

The doctors say that a woman's womb can refuse to procreate

when there's a lack of affection around her.

They may be right.

Also, why should I hide it?

My marriage to Germaine did not please Castile.

They accuse me of betraying Isabella's memory.

Tell me aboutJoan.

Joan is pregnant again. She is in good health but is prone

to certain obsessions, to outlandish behavior.

Save your excuses. My daughterJoan is mad.

How do you think I should act?

You want to exclude her from government,

and I don't object.

I have said so to your father, the emperor.

Perhaps you should see her in Burgos and judge for yourself.

No, I don't want to see her in that state.

Moreover, it would be cruel to confront her with Germaine.

But, I admit,

it's also unfair to prevent Germaine from meeting

her stepdaughter, the mad queen of Castile.

More wine?

De Veyre...

Do you believeJoan is mad?

It suits Don Ferdinand that his daughter is mad.

And do you believe that it also suits me?

That is not the question.

Who does Joan want for king? Her father or her husband?

For the moment, you have the father's permission

to declare that his daughter is mad.

Congratulations, Sire.

Leave us, Elvira.

Come here.

You are frozen.

- Do you feel unwell? - No, Madam.

Beatriz...

- Are you jealous? - I don't know.

As all women are, I think, Your Majesty.

What do you think of jealousy?

Jealousy accompanies love, Madam. That's the saying.

I believe it's even more than that.

I believe you aren't in love if you aren't jealous.

Come close.

Closer.

They say that you know a spell for provoking jealousy.

No, Madam.

Be still.

The hand of Fatima.

Come.

Look straight ahead. Keep your eyes on the horizon.

Do you see that officer commanding the guard?

What do you think of him?

He seems handsome, Madam.

He and I played at games which were not so innocent.

We invoked Venus with a spell.

My God!

Why am I telling you this?

I've only known you for a few days.

Beatriz...

- Swear that you will be discreet. - I swear, Majesty.

Not a word to Elvira.

- She's such a grouch. - As you wish, Madam.

And not a word to your uncle Juan Manuel.

No, Madam.

I'm going to put Philip to the test.

Will you help me?

- Yes, Madam. - Your spell.

Cast your spell.

Is something worrying you, Sire?

No. It's nothing.

- Are you feeling better, Sire? - I'm well, thank you.

We must talk.

Come in.

You dare to come here,

and instead of reproaching you I'm trembling with joy.

I bring a message from the queen. She's waiting for you. She wants

to make you jealous.

I am already jealous,

but of her, because she has more time with you than I.

I fear that, like the queen, we have all lost our reason.

Alvaro de Est�niga.

I hear you have been in Italy.

Yes, Majesty, fighting the enemies of Spain.

Gonzalo de C�rdoba is the best captain in the world.

What he would give to hear you say those words, Your Highness.

How long is it since you said farewell to me in Laredo?

August, 1496, Majesty.

Why are you trembling? It isn't the first time I've kissed you.

Have you forgotten?

You don't forget what marks you for life.

We were children.

Tell me, what do you think of me now?

Now,

you are the queen, Madam.

Your father was my Latin teacher.

Do you remember the words you said to me one day?

In Latin.

Animula vagula, blandula.

Do you remember?

Little, wandering and tender soul.

I became enraptured...

Come here.

Sit down.

Put your hand on mine.

Obey your queen.

That's it.

Very good.

Don't take it away until I tell you.

Whatever happens.

Apparently, the soldiers of the Great Captain

do not aspire only to great exploits with arms.

And I regret that you cannot even blush with shame.

Sire.

- I can assure you that... - Silence!

I give you three days to leave Burgos.

Go back to Italy

and ask the Captain

to give you the most dangerous missions.

Forgive me.

I don't understand, Madam.

The king is jealous.

Wait.

You couldn't have served your queen better in Italy.

Thank you.

Elvira!

Elvira!

Elvira, come and embrace your queen!

Oh, Elvira.

He has banished Alvaro de Est�niga to keep him away from me.

Yes, Elvira, he's furious, he's jealous.

The king is jealous!

Jealous.

I made him jealous.

I'm so happy!

What's wrong?

May I speak, Majesty?

What news do you bring?

Madam,

for several days now, the Moor...

No, be quiet. I don't want to know any more.

Go away, I shall reward your services.

Speak.

Madam, what I have to say will grieve you deeply.

Continue.

The Moor is not in Tudela as Your Highness believes.

Where is she?

I know that you know.

Where is she?

She wrote a letter which was secretly delivered to the king.

On receipt of the reply she came to Burgos.

I cannot enjoy one day of peace.

The Moor in Burgos.

A letter to the king.

She wrote to the king! You hear, Elvira?

- You know its contents? - Yes, Majesty.

Do you have it?

Give it to me. Give me that letter!

Leave us.

Do not read it.

Not read it?

Not read it? You have never been in love!

You've never been jealous, you're heartless!

Look at how I obey you.

"Sire, you granted my wish

to be one of the queen's ladies."

And the king answered.

And that woman is here.

And because she is beside me, Philip is here too.

- Madam... - Be quiet!

- Granada is far away. - Flanders is farther, believe me.

De Veyre...

Excuse me.

Sire.

Come in.

Where did she get such strength?

She's more nervous than ever.

Now she wants to make me jealous.

She watches you like a child.

It is she who is jealous.

She is mad.

Do not say that about the queen.

It's my duty to tell you the truth, Sire.

If you insist...

What is the truth?

The queen is mad, as was her grandmother,

Isabella of Portugal.

And, if you allow me, Sire,

as was her mother, Isabella of Castile,

whose fanaticism and obstinacy you cannot doubt.

You are not in Flanders now. Don't say that in Castile.

Sire, if I dare speak to you like this, it is with the hope

that you will finally assume your mission as sovereign

and free Castile from the burden of superstition and fanaticism.

Be quiet.

Be quiet, please.

My lord de Villena, I suppose you are aware of everything.

She is known by the assumed name of Beatriz.

But her real name is Aixa, a Moorish name. Nothing else.

Even Philip is unaware of her true condition.

It doesn't matter.

Henceforth, she is my niece Beatriz.

My niece, by order of the king.

Only the king can bring his mistress to the palace.

My lords.

I am sure you will all fulfill the promise,

which you sealed at the time with your signatures,

to protect the king should it be necessary to put away Queen Joan

and the people did not approve of that serious decision.

Well.

The king has decided to confine his unhappy wife

and duly informs the noblemen of Spain through my person.

The king-archduke's insistence

could lead to terrible ills.

His Majesty is doing what he must, Admiral.

The ambition of certain Flemish nobles, led by you,

is to give Philip the throne of Castile.

That is the question here, and none other.

What you call ambition

is simply good sense.

Moderate your words, Admiral.

If Queen Joan is unfit to reign, to who else but him

does the crown belong while Prince Charles is not of age?

Only Parliament can decide on such an important matter.

Valladolid recognized Isabella and Ferdinand's daughter

as queen of Castile.

Will you permit usurpation

and injustice?

Those who do not fear Philip's anger

accompany me to an audience with the queen.

You will see that those who say she is mad

are mistaken or are lying.

Madam, the noblemen wish to speak with you.

What shall I tell them?

Shall I send them away?

I am calmer now.

Show them in.

My lords...

A painful duty brings us before you, Madam.

- What is it? - The kingdom

is under great threat and only you can prevent it.

Speak.

The king is abusing the affection of his faithful wife.

That is so, Admiral.

The king is the most iniquitous of men.

- Is it possible? - God in Heaven!

I did not say that.

No matter! I say it.

The Flemish are plundering Castile.

Your people are going hungry.

It's the eternal hunger, Sire.

At last.

- Are they all here? - Beatriz was not in her room.

They are looking for her.

Madame de Torrijos,

write something here.

Did you hear me, Madam?

The fate of the kingdom could depend on this discussion.

We are here as representatives of the assembly of nobles.

Yes, I am listening.

You said the people were going hungry. Continue.

The king,

backed by some noblemen, is claiming that your state of...

It isn't you. Maria del Llano, your turn now.

Is their writing so important?

- More than anything. - More than saving a kingdom?

More than that.

Nor is it you.

You, Amalia.

Madam, listen to me.

Some doubt your capacity to rule.

You must rule

- and clarify matters. - Yes, later.

It isn't you, either.

- The king is plotting against you! - How dare you!

- He wants to help Castile. - Cristina de Acevedo.

- Why aren't you writing? - I don't know how to.

You don't know how to write? Untrue, gentlemen!

Do you believe this lady does not know how to write?

Get out of here.

Out, out, out.

Where is Beatriz?

Send her to me.

But she is our queen, gentlemen.

You've seen and heard it. Can you deny the evidence?

Could she be madder?

Come here, Beatriz.

- Write whatever comes to mind. - You know it isn't necessary.

- Is this your letter? - It is mine.

You are frank, at least.

What have you done to the king?

What spell did you cast on him?

The king loves me.

The king loves all who flatter his instincts.

The king loves me, and I love the king.

Be quiet!

Kneel down before the queen of Castile!

- Kneel! - The king hates you and loves me!

I'll only kneel before him.

I'm dreaming. What is this slut saying?

I believe she is defying me.

The king enjoys me, not you.

You say that to my face?

A queen can receive no greater offense!

Soldiers!

Attention! Line up!

Your swords!

Defend yourself!

Defend yourself, or I'll have to summon your master Satan!

Defend yourself!

God of vengeance, destroy this witch!

Kill her and her lover with the black death!

Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

Kill her!

Madam, seeing you like this, your enemies will be convinced

that you are mad.

That is the sad heritage

bequeathed by Isabella of Portugal to her granddaughterJoan.

That queen was mad, and the queen of Castile is also mad.

That, my lords, is the sad truth for me and for Castile.

You may leave. My thanks to all of you.

Sire...

When you speak in the assembly of nobles,

you should do so with the authority and resolve

of one who is assuming government because of the queen's incapacity.

Excuse me, I don't feel well.

Should I summon the doctor?

Leave me be.

I want to rest. I need to think.

Be seated.

You know the sad reason why we are gathered here.

The queen is demented, and is thus unfit to govern.

We can extend her life only by keeping her in close confinement.

Are you ready, my lords,

to announce publicly that Queen Joan is mad,

to recognize me as the only legitimate sovereign of Castile,

and, should my enemies foment disturbance in the kingdom,

to lend me whatever aid I may need?

We shall all do what Your Highness wishes

for the good of Castile.

All of us.

Is that not so, my lords?

- Aye! - That is so!

Are you going to allow them to toy with you?

To question your capacity to rule?

They have stated that you are mad.

Do you know what that means? They are saying the queen is mad.

If only it were true.

If only I were mad.

If only it were the fruit of my madness

and not of my husband's treachery.

Leave me.

Halt!

- I request an audience. - You cannot go in, Sire.

An audience in the name of Heaven and Castile!

Let him come in.

Arise, Alvaro.

What do you wish?

I am but an unworthy soldier, but today I speak for the people.

They ask you not to give way to the greed of the Flemish.

There is a plot against you. The king wants to dethrone you

and imprison you forever.

He wants you off the throne, and also out of your bed.

A bed that another will soon occupy.

This document recognizes the queen's incapacity

and authorizes you, Sire, to order her imprisonment.

Thus, all those here present,

constituting the assembly of nobles of the kingdom,

name you regent of Castile

until Prince Charles comes of age.

Take the throne, Sire.

We will solemnly take the oath you demand of us.

The crown is yours.

Hail to the king!

Hail to the queen of Castile,

of Leon and Granada, Seville, Galicia and Gibraltar,

of Murcia, Jaen, the Canary Islands and the new Atlantic lands,

heir to the throne of Aragon and archduchess of Austria!

Why are you surprised?

Were you not expecting me?

I know you are dealing with serious business.

It has to do with locking me away for the rest of my life.

It has to do with bestowing on Philip of Austria

the crown which belongs to me alone.

It has to do with Castile. It has to do with me.

And knowing you had a grudge against my poor, black dress,

to make you happy,

and to seem like a queen to you, at least once,

I have put on, as you see, my most dazzling robes.

Lord de Veyre...

You are responsible for having inspired in this puppet

the senseless dream of becoming the master of Castile.

Your madness excuses you, Madam.

Do not hide, my lord Juan Manuel.

A descendant of Saint Ferdinand the King

covering up the excesses of an archduke of Austria.

You too have come here, my lord Marquis of Villena,

Duke of Escalona.

Perhaps these gentlemen do not know

that your ancestor Diego L�pez Pacheco

was one of the assassins of Lady In�s de Castro,

that your noble father gave poison to Prince Alfonso,

that you had your first wife killed.

If Heaven would grant you sufficient understanding,

you might see that you can offer nothing but oppression to Castile.

Yours is truly a glorious race!

I am well aware

that these doctors here want to lock me up as a lunatic.

But I will not allow it.

Kill people, my lords. That is your right.

But you may not yet bury them alive!

Be quiet!

This assembly has already decreed your arrest.

As for you, Philip,

what can I say

to console you?

You are pale.

Ambition is devouring you.

You need a lot of strength to act in accordance with your greed.

Enough, Madam.

Leave here. Don't force me to use violence.

Yes, by God!

It is time I began to reign!

To love a man is to love as all women do.

A queen should love like God and love an entire people!

Open the doors!

Marquis...

Soldiers, break up that mob!

What is it you want, Philip?

My people have lost their reason, as I have.

You see, we lunatics abound in Burgos.

God be with you, my lords.

The mad queen salutes you.

Sire, I beg you.

Pay heed to prudence and pity.

Silence, Admiral!

I promise you'll rue your temerity.

Leave me.

Leave me, my lords.

I want to be alone.

I'll send you a palliative.

The balm I need to recover is all the blood of my enemies.

Calm yourself, Majesty.

Lord de Veyre!

The proclamation.

The proclamation.

The proclamation you prepared for the people.

I want to sign it.

Here, Sire.

Sign here.

Here, here.

You don't want me as king.

You'll have me as tyrant.

Sire.

Sire!

Can you hear me?

Have him taken to his apartments.

He has to be bled.

My love...

My love...

Your... forgiveness...

Your... forgiveness, Joan. To ease... my torment.

I don't want...

I don't... want to go... without... your forgiveness.

My love, try to speak more clearly.

I want to understand you.

Madam, the contact with the sheets will hurt him.

Allow me.

Bring me scissors.

My love.

- Cold... - Leave me alone.

Cold...

- It's cold. - Leave us.

Joan...

Joan...

It's cold, Joan.

Joan...

Joan...

Lord!

You'll live, my love.

My love, you'll live.

You'll live.

Is there no cure?

What can God's mercy not cure?

You mustn't let your spirit weaken. Trust in God.

In God?

And why not in you? Are you not doctors?

The king is young. He is only twenty-eight.

Would all my blood suffice to revive his?

Speak, for pity's sake.

We have done all that is in our power.

It is adversity, Madam.

Its ways are unknown to us.

All I have for his life.

My scepter for his life.

Let whoever covets a crown save him,

give him back to me.

Do you know of no one who cures this kind of illness?

A necromancer who works wonders?

Madam, ask the Almighty for help.

God doesn't want to hear me.

I can find pity nowhere.

Do not give in to despair, Madam. Have courage.

Have courage? Have courage?

When your wife or child is dying, I'll tell you to have courage!

God is taking him because I love him too much.

I'll make amends. I'll love him less if he lives.

What can I do? Bring his mistress to him?

Who knows? Her presence might revive him.

What can love not do?

If I were dead and he called me, I would answer.

Bring that woman at once!

SweetJesus!

What am I saying?

Queen Isabella, my dearest mother,

if, as your people say, God has you in His bosom,

intercede for this unhappy daughter you left behind.

Ask that Philip and I may die together.

Madam, the king wishes to see you.

May God still grant me a little strength

- so I can ask your forgiveness. - Don't speak, Philip.

It's cold.

Joan, it's cold.

Why?

Am I going to rot in an icy grave?

Or will waves of fire rain down on me?

That's what I deserve for my sins.

No, you're wrong. You're delirious.

Afraid...

I'm...

I'm afraid, Joan.

I'm afraid.

Give me your breath.

Put your lips on my forehead,

and forgive me.

- Your forgiveness, Joan. - No, don't go.

Don't leave me, my love.

Tell me that you want to live.

Say it. Say... I want to live, I want to live.

Say it, my love. Say, I want to live.

Say it.

Is he going to die?

It would be best if you left, Madam.

Philip wanted to be buried in Granada,

and to carry out this wish

the queen set out across the lands of Castile.

But the cortege didn't get very far.

In Torquemada,

it had to stop so thatJoan could give birth to a girl,

the posthumous fruit ofher passion for Philip.

She would never reach Granada.

Although Parliament never took away her title of queen,

Joan, at the age of 28,

was shut away in the castle of Tordesillas.

Philip's body was laid to rest in a nearby monastery,

and Joan was allowed to visit it from time to time.

Have pity, my love.

Have pity.

Almost half a century, 47 years,

were not enough for history,

imperturbable, unforeseeable,

to cloak Joan's heart with oblivion.

Did everything that I remember happen?

Perhaps I will forget your name,

but never the embrace that caused me to moan with pleasure.