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This tale was told by chance, so it hardly merits praise.

But that does not matter.

There are many others like it still waiting to be penned.

Our tale takes place during a severe winter,

with frosts as passionate as Christianity at the time.

Better to huddle by the fire and remember times past.

Foolish deeds are scattered at random.

Why listen? Is there sense in what was written?

By chance, haphazardly,

for poetry's sake,

at the behest of a wandering echo,

and because the oldest things carry over into the present.

THE NATIONAL FILM ARCHIVES present the film rhapsody

MARKETA LAZAROVA

Based on the novel by

Screenplay by

Starring

Narrated by

Assistant Director Continuity

Producer's Assistant 2nd Cameraman

Production Designer Costumes

Design Consultants

Music Composed by

Recorded by Performed by

Sound

Edited by

Set Design

Make-up

Executive Producer

Director of Photography

Directed by

Produced by and Made at

PART I: STRATA, THE WOLF-MAN

How two Kozlik brothers hunted on the royal road.

How the neighbor, whose life was saved by a miracle,

turned this to good account.

One-armed man! How far is Boleslav?

How far? Can't you hear me?

Only caught one hare all day, a German one!

See that mare? Something, eh?

They're counts from Saxony. This one speaks Czech.

He's the old man's footman.

If we don't get rid of them we can expect a good chase!

Put him in fetters!

Stop, you beast! Mangy animal!

Greetings, Mr Lazar!

Greetings to you.

Look at you.

Beast

I took part of a harness.

You know my louts.

They wanted to know what was going on here.

Surely not misfortune.

They have to see everything for themselves.

I said we had to go on, but would they listen?

Shut up!

Pray!

God...

Almighty God...

Be blessed for bringing hope at the close of unhappiness.

You break souls like a potter, and mold them again.

For there is mercy in the depths of your anger.

You have permitted my sins,

but do not allow your servant Mikola� to commit mortal sins.

Remember my daughter Marketa, and deliver me from evil.

Without me, she will fall prey to impure worldly might.

About Kozlik, Lord of Roh��ek,

who had eight sons and nine daughters,

and about the captive chosen to become the Bishop of Hennau.

Jan!

Put the mare in the stable. I don't need the stallion.

I'm almost out of oats

Slaughter it!

Mikol��!

Go away!

Alexandra!

Adam, give me back that chain.

Who is that?

Tell me. Who is Lazar?

Carrion-vulture! Mangy dog!

What is wrong with you?

How could you let a ghost from the road fleece you.

I didn't. He came and went, a few straps...

Why did you let him get away?

Why didn't you murder the scum?

Without a prayer!

- He had no weapon. - Like those two?

We can ask for ransom.

You scum. Will you go get it?

Or will you invite his relatives from Saxony here?

They must go! Both of them!

NQW!

See, brother?

If his father hadn't run off you could've gotten them all

What? Who escaped?

Come with me!

And you get out of here!

Why didn't you tell me that?

So they escaped! No one has ever escaped from you!

You dog-head!

Know what you've done? Look.

Look!

See?

So? You said they had to go.

We're frozen to death.

Frozen stiff. If someone tries to get us... for example...

... for example...

... through the window.

Adam!

Stop!

- But in the courtyard you... - Do what I said.

How Kozlik fared in Boleslav with the Royal Regiment Captain.

(At one time this man was a merchant who brewed from hops.

Thus, they called him "Beer. ")

... catching flies...

I'll get you

Did the beasts chase you?

- My son... - The fawn. See him?

You fawn. We'll starve

So? Why?

Take the boys, and follow the trail.

I left my knife and hat there.

You should have known better.

- It's like an icicle! - I want a drink!

Couldn't Jan go to Boleslav?

You act as if you were fifty!

Have them wake Mikol��.

Did they take your horses?

Captain?

Where's the captain?

Where's your good man, people?

- What do you want? - Lord...

The lord is a noble but he steals.

- I come in good faith. - No, you shed blood.

- You'll come to a bad end - Don't threaten me.

- Here. Have a drink. - I came to talk.

Too late. The royal patience has run out.

Since when has the King worried about poor yeomen?

Even a king must drive flies from his face.

You want to catch them, Captain?

I'm glad the regiment doesn't have to hunt you down

Guards!

Your showing off is worthless, peddler!

God!

You crone!

What do you have against the captain?

I couldn't find

... the chink in his armor.

God's will was not with me.

About the visit to the neighbor at Oboist,

and about what Lazar's daughter learned.

Where is your master, wise people?

Come out, Lazar. Greet your guest.

Or shall I help you, you fox?

Welcome to Oboist.

Hurry up. Things look bad.

The Royal Captain has left Boleslav.

But if we lay in wait for him together as my father said,

- near the place -Why me? - ... where I gave you your life!

I have nothing to do with the King. I don't kill or rob.

Did you inherit that?

The King knows about you, highwayman.

Oh, God!

- If his soldiers get you - I'll redeem myself!

Not until Judgement Day!

- But don't rely on royal mercy! - The King is just.

But those who stop his regiment will hang at the roadside.

Gracious God, Mary, and Jesus!

If You are omnipotent, show your strength at Obofi�t�,

make my father change...

You knave!

Thieving carrion!

Show him!

Stop, that's enough!

Leave him alone!

You knaves! You've made a mistake!

Don't you know Kozlik has more sons than sheep?

God, Marketa!

Marketa!

I would be none the richer for killing him.

Let him be. Let him go.

Let him die according to God's will.

Such a pagan, a liar. He is against the King.

Get out of the way!

Marketa...

Do you hear me, Marketa?

I hope you don't believe him I've never spilled blood.

Perhaps in self-defense.

To take what a wealthy man leaves... who isn't weak?

The just are allowed to trespass seven times a day

as God says.

And here on earth,

what you don't take, you don't have.

Don't jump to conclusions.

Even God's love is stronger than His holy justice.

Learn to forgive, Marketa.

Ask God to forgive us.

God will hear the one who has been promised to Him.

He will not refuse you.

About Kodiak's retreat from Roh��ek,

and the fall of his sons and daughter, Alexandra.

It's Jan. Damn it

Get that horse!

- What is it? - Get that horse!

- Lazar scum! - Kill them all!

- Off with their heads! - Father! -He deserves it!

- You look a sight! - Shut up!

- Lazar will pay for this. - Stay out of others' debts

He stood against them alone!

Christian!

Lazar's dogs are scared of their own wind!

- Are you going to leave Lazar to the will of God? -So, what?

The captain is after us, and you want to burn Lazar?

- We'll get you by dawn - Lazar won't escape us

As the snow melts, so does evil.

Alexandra!

Don't summon the grim reaper!

Get out of here!

You'll fall into the captain's hands, Jan. He's coming to Lazar

By the time Beer gets here...

- He'll never find Obofi�t�! - Come out!

Asses!

Where did you see the regiment?

- Half a day's journey from here. - What do you mean?

- In deep snow... - Tell me!

Maybe it'll take a day

It won't be good if the captain settles in Obofi�t�.

Seven, no more!

That's quite enough for that Obofi�t� scum!

I want Lazar alive! Understand?

And spare the horses!

Did you at least kill one, mutton-head?

I didn't expect this from you.

Why are you still here?

Get me a horse!

Move it!

Go on!

Did you really not kill a soul?

What?

Leave it up to us, and go.

I want him to go with us.

About the campaign which became a funeral.

How the captain reflected on the senseless death

of his aide who was killed by Kozlik's sons before Obofi�t�

and is buried at Roh��ek.

- Stay out of the courtyard! - I just want to feed the birds!

Don't go into the courtyard!

What is wrong with you?

Half as much meat would do.

And all those spices...

Oh, God...

What have I done? The larder is empty, and spring is far off.

In Kozlik's league? You didn't want that!

What league? Push out the devil, and a demon slips in.

It's brisk!

The road will be firm.

Like a barn floor.

Something smells good...

- It's Arni. - Coltsfoot and butter bur

- The marshes are frozen. - Butter bur heals wounds.

I know, Marketa.

You're not leaving, are you?

Don't worry. I won't leave your little nest exposed.

You won't catch up with Kozlik in the woods.

The King's law is longer than Kozlik's course.

I come from a good line.

I know what my coat-of-arms commands.

Your property and Marketa are under my protection.

Sovi�ka.

- Does it hurt? - Your hand is blessed.

Such healers are rare.

- Not a healer but an angel! - Who marked you?

- The Angel of Mercy. - No, you can't do that!

Sorry. A sincere mind does not seek words.

A bird's breast weighs heavily on the knight's heart!

So long as some remains when I signal the attack.

The time has come, Captain.

Marshall, I see you mean business.

Your advice was always worth shit!

What is there to advise, peddler?

You lead your regiment like cattle from shed to shed.

- Some heroism! - The King needs the law upheld.

The King entrusted me with the captain's mace.

I travel the land waging a merchant's war.

While your noble talk marches to the mortuary.

Noble... One babbles, the second murders, the third...

What did Kozlik want?

He wanted to buy my horses.

- So are you stealing horses now? - That's not fair.

I don't even have enough food for my own geldings.

Are you reproaching us because of a few oats?

Royal protection isn't free. Some have even starved to death.

You'll make up for it. We know about your tricks

- Just gossip. - Fine.

Just don't end up like your neighbor.

Catch him! Kill him!

Shut the gates!

Stop staring, and go to bed!

We didn't come a-courting.

Roh��ek is empty, Captain.

- The birds have flown away! - Shall we follow the trail?

It's fresh

Haste is not a good helper.

Jesus, why do you punish me? So many people!

- The horses! - Horses for the Cornet!

Wherever will we put them all?

- They won't help us! - Where to put them all?

Out of the frying pan...

Some reinforcements!

They have no provisions.

You reproached me for being foolish and imprudent.

Are you waiting for reinforcements?

You count horsemen like you count coins.

Well observed, Sovi�ka.

Wait, that doesn't look like...

Those aren't...

The King entrusted me with his soldiers and horsemen.

- Your blood's frozen in your veins - And I look after them. -Halt!

Fear is in command!

Halt, you damned soul!

God. See that fool? Won't even put on a fur!

- Snooping around, Captain? - Looking for silver, peddler?

- Mangy dogs! Shut up! - Get out, but leave Lazar here!

We're lighting his way!

- Devious pole-cats! - Stay away from Roh��ek.

Or your life will end.

- Just try it, pig face. - We'll make a gelding of you

Come out! Show yourself!

- I've stuffed myself enough! - You bloated peddler!

I'll find you and impale you

I'll get you all, murder you without mercy

And I'll cast your legs into the woods, fuckers!

- You are repulsive! - Fuckers!

Sons of bitches!

God shows us that punishment does not like to wait!

No soldiers will rest, nor cattle, nor arms.

I shall hunt them like never before.

If they are killed defending themselves,

I shall take their children!

How Lazar, rid of his worries with his neighbor,

(whom the captain chases through the woods)

gave his daughter away without a dowry.

Lord Lazar...

His reason has been dulled.

His speech is muddled.

He brays like a donkey.

- God has also given you a graceful daughter. -I know.

And a fool instead of an heir.

That is blasphemy.

I am giving you what is most dear to me.

She has been looking forward to staying here.

She has said goodbye to everyone at home.

Long yearning, great joy. She got her reward.

Easter will be here soon.

I also donned the habit before Christ's Resurrection.

Don't take me for a bad man. This past year has been awful.

The soldiers came, and you know about my neighbor.

Farmers who were not affected are richer now.

God knows her dowry must be fitting. Her coffer is full.

There will be money, but nearly all my livestock are gone.

We are not your confessors.

Your grace.

You will be here again before the last snow melts.

Come, child.

I shall have sheep, too. If the cloister waits.

Just like the good Lord.

The just Lord.

The all-knowing.

Greetings, noble.

May your house be filled with health and happiness.

May your oxen thrive. Give me a coin for God's sake!

- If you've something to give. - Hear him, the vagabond.

My feet are frozen stiff.

The monasteries used to be poor, but now?

- People only take. - What do you regret?

There will be no children to carry on the line.

You were the one who vowed me.

It'll be sad here without you

What have we here?

It can be fixed.

The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.

See her? She's a nun!

Slow down!

Praise to the Lord.

A thaw is coming.

For the mercy of God...

Boys".

Do not act like beasts!

Why are you taking revenge?

Mikol��!

Don't sin because of us.

Remember the Lord!

Lord, have mercy on these wretches!

I'll never forget this, Mikol��!

Mikol��...

Christ...

- Have mercy! - Enough!

We are at your mercy, and we cannot protect ourselves.

Do not commit murder!

Do not commit murder, Mikol��.

- I'll redeem myself! - With what?

For God's sake, no!

Take what you want, but don't harm Marketa!

Don't be an animal!

She has been promised to God!

My Lord enabled me to repay my debt. We're even.

Since you're tolerant,

and you'll be my creditor grant us this virgin.

The good Lord will be glad to share her!

You can't do that!

Get up.

Go on.

Straba is thirsty for blood. Keep him out.

- Why is he crying? - He mocks people and himself.

They threw his mother to the wolves.

He grew up and became a human among wolves,

and a wolf among humans.

Disdain fosters his pride. Dislike breathes hatred.

Scorned by all, Straba scorns them all in turn.

He disgraced the holy ancestral places with a grimace.

He does not want to bow to people or the gods.

He is free like a wolf, like an animal in the woods,

but he still has a human heart,

and that heart is full of sorrow.

He grew up, and those whose word is law would have him cast out.

What happened to him?

He heard the men's counsel, and laughed.

The quiet laugh of a wolf.

He was beautiful.

He chose the most comely of maidens.

She feared him, yet she feared her father even more.

The father decides whom you will submit to.

Straba raged, and spilled the blood from her throat.

They pounced on him, and put him in irons.

A horrible punishment awaited him.

Burn him at the stake, said one.

Another said let stallions trample him.

They could not agree on how to kill him.

Then the oldest one pronounced the sentence.

May he have no place among humans, free as a wolf.

His punishment would be in himself.

Woden cast down lightning, but there were no clouds.

And Straba?

Helaughsu.

with the quiet laugh of a wolf.

He leaves, baring his teeth with that quiet laugh.

Arrows had no power over him. He was free as a wolf.

His life was not measured by the solstices.

Yet he was alone.

Those who do not suffer cannot experience delight.

Life has no value without pain.

At the time he longed for pain, and he sought death.

He returned to those who had cast him out.

But many years had passed, and they had all grown old.

They only knew him from the ancient tales.

The young men came at him with arms. One remembered, shouting,

Stay away from him! He has come for death and we shall deny him.

All retreated and mocked him.

He had returned to die, yet death was denied him.

Their mockery burned. He trembled like an aspen leaf.

He searched for the place where his heart was.

He seized the closest knife, and stabbed himself there.

But the knife broke, and no blood was drawn.

He was alone again.

Does he weep?

No. Weeping is the gift of relief.

Men do not know it.

Their pride pursues eternal punishment.

Straba is from their line.

His ancestor came from the woman he wed.

Shut up, crone!

Don't summon evil.

All of you bear the mark of his blood.

But the curse cannot touch the seventh son.

What are you doing?

- Why have the guards stopped? - The captain's crossed the ford.

- Look! - Where?

What a mess!

Where are you supposed to be?

Are you on watch here?

Where did that whore come from?

Put the shoes of nails on her.

Let her go to hell! Why didn't you bring me Lazar?

WW didn't you?

Such dishonor, Kozlik!

Act with chivalry!

Don't torture a defenseless girl.

I offer you my share of the inheritance.

Christian!

Christian...

Let me go!

What are you doing here?

Fools!

Bitches!

Chains!

Bring the chains!

PART II: THE LAMB OF GOD

Spring was fast approaching.

Shepherds and wayfarers began talking animatedly

because the sun angels could be heard in the wind.

Who could think of a sad maiden's tale now?

Who would heed the mad ramblings of louts?

The Lord, returning to the welcoming lowlands,

fixes His gaze on the simplicity of those who address Him.

What are you singing? What are you muttering?

- A prayer. - That's no prayer.

It's a sermon

I don't know. I don't understand...

Are you not living in sodomite sin?

You know she is no woman, as you are no lamb.

God does not like such things.

If only your voice were as good

as your simplicity is great!

Look".

See? The Lord is showing us the way.

We'll have milk and warmth

Perhaps a nice apple.

Come on, we're just in time.

Could it be a christening? Or perhaps a wedding?

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost,

Christ's holy intercessors raise their hands

for your sins to be forgiven.

The priest's prayers rise up to the clouds.

You have a wonderful estate!

Step back a little.

God bless you, nobles.

May this house be filled with help and happiness.

First, my lord...

What is it, little one?

May your oxen thrive. Give me a groschen!

If you have something to give, don't leave me with nothing.

My feet are frozen stiff.

I don't understand, but you have a nice lamb.

Only a sheep sent to me by a higher will.

But you found a nice fold! You got away in time!

- Out of the frying pan... - St. George, a just patron.

Where's the master?

The groom nailed him to the gate like a bat!

And he dragged the sheep away on a string!

What are you muttering?

That you've come just in time!

How Bernard found the soldier who robbed him,

and what became of the jests of Kozlik's sons.

Thieves... stinking swine... !

God, do not allow...

They've encircled me... They're strong as oxen...

What are they doing! Mangy animals!

Swept away to the hellish world!

Keep us away from those mangy hands! Little one!

Murder with terror until they are silenced!

May they die! Amen!

Holy Christ...

... where are you, little one?

Where did you put her?

Did St. George help you?

They'll rejoice, for You have lost an impious soul

Where is my sheep? Fucker!

The impious are preparing their bows and arrows.

His mouth is full of evil words. You're finished, swine!

Little one!

God...

... where are you, little one?

Little one...

Little wanderer...

Come out!

Come out, I say!

Foolish beast!

May the devil take you!

Hurry UP!

Quietly!

Get out of here, and take the mares with you!

He's walked into the trap.

Wretched beast! Outrun him!

You won't escape, fucker!

Faster, beast!

Kill him, the wretch!

- The mares! - Hold him!

Use the knife!

Wretch...

Do you call this a catch? And the others?

The carts? The provisions? God.

What'd I give the mares?

Stop!

Stop!

Stop. I say!

You, get up.

There's no need for haste.

Do you belong to the yeoman they call Kozlik?

Is he dumb?

Tie him to the saddle!

He'll lead us there

Let's keep going.

Let us carry on!

About the scourge on the chain

and Mikol��' memories which awaken Alexandra's noble beloved

and about the revenge of Adam, the One-Armed.

Drahu�e!

Come out!

Here.

Give each of the falcons one.

And give the buzzard two.

What are you lurking around here for?

Go home!

Are you hunting without hounds?

Are you waiting by a mouse hole?

You must know we are bound to him with fetters.

Tell him we'll share the suffering. It's God's wish

My lord would like...

to express his thoughts.

We wish to share the adversity. It is only polite.

We hope God will praise us for it one day.

An impure deed has poisoned his blood.

God marked his left arm.

Exorcism did nothing.

Adam will die, Kozlik!

Take him to the courtyard. Have Alexandra go there, too.

You will look into your brother's face until he dies.

Then you'll be buried with him

If he is saved, you will be protected, too.

God will decide.

Stop! Get back, you beast!

Where has he brought us?

Stop!

Hold him!

Give me that!

Not so fast. Leave some for the journey!

There isn't far to go.

We're nearly at Roh��ek.

Give him to us, Captain!

That scourge is mine!

I'll do with him What I like!

The King gave me a decree, and you are his servant!

Give the rogue up! I order you!

I tell you, I won't let this through!

Must we beg you, Captain?

About the last supper where Bernard's sheep dies,

and about the hour in which death assumes power.

Who've you brought here?

You clown!

Come out.

Come out into God's light!

Lament, you boars!

Repent for your atrocities. Adam sends a confessor!

Who are you?

They took my sheep. I travel the world,

and people give us bread.

Who sent you?

God.

They laugh when I speak to my sheep.

God's wisdom pressed us into the dust.

We recognize love and God in this lovely world.

- Let us pray to the Lord. - Wait!

Not so fast!

Pour some wine.

Where is that brat?

Don't let him stand there.

Your Simon's a lot of use!

- Did you rub down the horses? - There's a lot of straw.

- I hope his skull freezes! - He could do it for the baby.

Just look after the spit!

- Father! - The spit!

- We have an unchristened child. - God bless us, noble lady!

If your soul is merciful, do not deny us.

I'll christen him. Give me grain, salt, holy water

Don't you use wine?

Not every kind.

Come here...

Have some!

- Try it. - Kozlik...

- Should I... - Drain the jug!

To your health!

- Father, I'll take you - Thank the Lord.

- This way, Father. - Very nice. I'll christen him

He likes his drink.

You go to sleep early.

The fields are barren.

- Like birds in heaven. - Are you hungry?

Like a meadow lily...

Like a lamb of God...

You with the golden voice! Have a drink!

Think of the children!

What do you want? Am I to give myself up, then?

- What will become of them? - Mind your own affairs!

- God acts in mysterious ways. - What will become of them?

Wolves!

If not for all his aides...

The captain would have either died or run off.

Where's he lurking? At our neighbor's.

- You destroyed his property. - He deserved it.

May God judge you,

Why are you invoking God?

- May the saints protect you. - Why are you invoking Him?

The captain is not far.

Are you threatening me?

Think of your salvation.

Think of your own, you old hag!

- Age has dulled our reason. - I don't deny my sins.

I drew my sword often, but I never harmed the defenseless.

My deeds will terrify me at the Last Judgement!

I will be afraid, but not ashamed!

I led wars with men against the King's will.

For 10 years he rebuked me with armed men.

I answered them as I would an enemy.

My sword is no shorter than the captain's.

Get up!

Wake up the priest!

Such rabble!

My little one.

Open up!

I want to talk to the father.

Little one...

- I'm listening. - I heard the signal of the wolf

Black beasts and deer are approaching.

Saddle the horses.

It was a warning, Kozlik!

- Get up! - Aren't you scared?

Stop!

Come back!

Come here!

Throw them the chains as a reminder.

Take the horses to where the stream branches.

Don't move until I say so.

Take Jifi with you.

No, I'll send Mikol��

Hence!

I said silence!

Have them take the lamb!

Why do you constantly try me?

Why can I not swallow my sinful saliva?

Whores!

In the name of God and the King,

yeoman Kozlik, known as "Goat. "

The guardian of justice speaks with you.

Our Lord and King.

Open the gate and lay down your arms. Your iniquity is over.

Go back to Boleslav!

My gates are strong, and I've lost the key!

You have wronged the next Bishop of Hennau.

The King demands to know what you have done with him.

Answer, and give yourself up!

Listen, Captain. The King is the lord of us all.

But war is the lord of kings.

War is the judge of my actions.

I may defeat your troops and talk with the king's envoy.

Perhaps I will be defeated and killed.

The right of victory will decide.

May your message be carried away by the wind.

- Halt! - War is declared,

and I have no scribe!

Thieving louts!

If you do not yield, you will be killed!

And your family will starve!

Before I storm your castle,

I'll kill one of yours as a warning

I know nothing of the Emperor!

We will bargain!

If you wrong my son,

they'll need a new bishop!

What are you waiting for?

Finish him off!

Get back. Don't move!

Kill him, father!

Form a line!

Line up!

Get back!

Line up!

Here you are!

Stupid, mangy, asses... !

Cornet!

Round up your men and come back!

Get what you can! The animals!

What do you have in your hands?

Make a ladder!

Change mounts!

Cut them all into one!

Get the ropes!

I'll show you!

There you have it.

Where love led the Bishop of Hennau,

and about the soliloquy of madmen.

Get her!

Concubine!

Alexandra!

They did quite a job on you, the beasts!

There's not enough for two, but have some...

Never mind.

You wouldn't have a pinch of salt, would you?

Smells good.

We defend ourselves in need like she-bears,

but at other times we attack our loved ones like lynxes!

Why do you appeal to God?

They made a lout into a lord. Did you hear the captain?

Get up! Let's go find shelter.

They invited me to supper in a monastery.

It was Easter. Whores of Herod!

Stupid mercenaries. To cast out a beggar...

What was it called?

The monastery was on Turnov Road.

Don't you know it?

Suddenly it was full of soldiers. I was hungry.

But the captain!

Cornets... Drums...

Bad farmers clear woods. Bad kings start wars.

You're all pagans.

Hear that? What...

They tried to kill me in a pub in Boleslav!

What henchmen they were!

Stop staring!

Hear me?

Christ! Savior!

Holy Virgin!

Give him some water.

He didn't rob or steal. His head was cracked in two.

He just put loam on his wound and rode home!

- The gallows await him. - You mean the axe!

Noble blood gets the sword.

On the fate of men and the lot of widows.

Lady Katerina!

Lord Mikol��!

Praise be to God, at least you are here!

Come and rest!

We don't have that horse anymore...

- I didn't expect... - Do you know about...

What about Jifi?

- And Burjan? - Did you see mine?

Yes, I did.

- Eat this. - Are you fishing?

Whatever the flood brings.

I'd sell some in Boleslav

- What are you thinking of? - We won't get in without wares.

- Why Boleslav? - Is he alive?

- He's no use to us otherwise. - I know what Kozlik would order.

We'll bring a basket of fish

We'll be like farmers, and we'll charge the prison

He'd tell you to hide from the King's wrath,

and return later to rebuild Roh��ek.

Attack the prison with stones? The two of us?

A single wolf can defeat a pack of dogs if the time is right.

We'll storm Boleslav!

Shut up and fish. We would need a regiment!

Kozlik is dead. If not, he will get the axe.

No power can drag him from death

but God's.

- Then God will guide us. - He sinned like a soldiers.

Wish him a peaceful death to pay for his sins.

Do you want the executioner to take him?

We are both old and we await death.

You protect yourselves and your progeny.

Allow the aged a peaceful grave. Remember the living!

Spring shall pass, and soon we shall sow.

Keep going along this road.

Go home.

I took you from Oboist against your will

No one will reproach you.

Go.

Go. Cheer up Lazar and wait.

I know what happened, and that you are sad.

I know you love me, but we must save Kozlik from dishonor.

Your names are signed in hell. Be damned!

- Don't blaspheme! - May you never know peace!

Shut up! Don't invoke God.

He I hear you. .

Their time had come.

Kozlik woke me and said, "Take the arrows. "

I followed him. It was pitch dark.

They called to each other.

When their time comes, they battle for a mate.

- To overcome her? - No, a mate calls his mate.

- And she? - She submits to the stronger.

- Forever? - Yes.

- Only people know that... - And the defeated?

He must have known our scent.

Kozlik wouldn't let me shoot him

- Why is he called the "Goat?" - We've always called him that.

Once he beat me until I bled.

What happened then?

His antlers were bigger than branches.

He looked at us without fear.

Kozlik motioned for silence. We went closer.

It moved away, and we went after it.

Below the hillside there was a bare plain.

Grass, stones, lichen...

This valley was more wretched than a cemetery.

Bones, limbs, a thousand antlers on white skulls.

He stood alone in the middle. Defeated, alone.

Alone.

Kozlik whispered, "Look... "

"The solitude of death. "

He raised his antlers, and called.

- Who did he call... - Shh!

Just a moment longer.

Take Alexandra with you.

Your thoughts stray to a place where punishment waits.

- What about me? - We haven't given up yet.

I will be judged over and over, even if I am punished.

Do not talk of punishment, and prepare the wedding.

My brothers will bring you a message from me.

God made me love you.

You are my wife.

Alexandra!

Alexandra!

Just a moment more.

Welcome...

You are...

Send her back! Go away!

Get out!

This is not the time to return.

- What are you doing here? - I came...

He sent you. You could've come long ago, but you liked to sin!

- You're his concubine! - No!

Look!

I cannot watch you writhe in pus.

- I didn't abandon my will. - Really?

Who defended me?

So, you come with reproach instead of repentance?

I came so you could judge me.

Do not judge, and you will not be judged.

Ask God for more humility.

I have not heard you renounce him yet.

Go! You broke the vow I made to God!

You are not even fit to feed the swine!

You'll be back. Trust me

The pain will subside. The torture will pass.

I'll speak for you when the time is right.

Wait!

you were my guiding light...

Do not abandon me, Lord...

Remember not my sins, but remember me by your mercy...

My parents have left me, but your hand welcomes me...

for my wrongs have risen above my head like a stone...

I cannot bear them...

You measured the days, nothing lies before You.

It is nothing more than vanity for every man...

Man is transient as a shadow...

He hurries in vain...

He gathers and knows not who takes...

Judge me, Lord. I abide and hope in Your sincerity...

Try me, burn my loins and heart...

The suffering of my heart becomes greater...

Lead me from my anguish...

Teach me about your path...

Lead me to those who guard me...

Do not give me to the desires of my enemies...

For he who breathes cruelty should stand against me...

Do not unite my soul with the sinful...

... and the murderous man of my life...

... and the murderous...

... and the murderous man of my life...

In his hands is ignobleness...

His right hand is full of spoils...

Extend Your hand from on high...

Thunder crashes, burning coals fall on him...

Throw him on the fire...

Into a deep pit...

So he can no longer stand.

Remember your mercy, Lord...

Remember your mercy, Lord...

... and the charity you have shown through the ages...

See my suffering and wretchedness...

... and stay close to me...

Your hand presses down heavily on me...

Take your rod away from me...

From your blows I perished...

My heart has melted like wax inside me...

My strength is parched, and my tongue clings to my mouth...

For you have placed me in the dust of death...

For you have placed me in the dust of death...

My wounds have festered...

for my foolishness...

Lead me in Your justice from those who watch over me

for there is no sincerity in their words.

Let them fall from their counsel. Help me.

For who will celebrate Your name in the grave?

Extend Your hand from on high...

Thunder crashes. Burning coals fall on him.

Marketa, daughter of Lazar,

do you take Mikol��, son of Kozlik, as your husband?

I do!

Mikola�, do you take Marketa, daughter of Lazar...

I bind your hands with the sanctity of matrimony.

What God hath joined, let no man tear asunder.

Let's go!

You were my dearest...

What have we here? Greetings.

Just in time. You'll find something better

Stand still!

It was mournful at Oboist

Stand still! I found her, starving...

What are you doing here?

Come on, dear lass.

Let us three wander together.

The Lord will provide shelter We'll have a merry winter.

Marketa, wait.

Little one! Stop, I say! Marketa...

Where are you going? Wait!

Marketa...

Is that all the thanks I get for saving your life?

Stop!

Marketa...

Stop, you rascal!

Wait, Marketa!

After some time Marketa bore a son named Vaclav.

Alexandra also gave birth, and Marketa nursed both babies.

They grew up to be fine boys,

but love and certainty fought against cruelty

and doubt for their souls.

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