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No, Arn! Don't go up there!

Arm

Arm

Arn!

Arm

Dear Lord, we give You our word.

Father Henri has promised me that you can stay here.

Are you going to stay here, too?

It's the will of God, Arn.

Do you understand that?

Varnhem is your home now.

To read is the foundation of all knowledge.

it was your mother's will -- and God's --

that you be raised here in this monastery.

Well, now you're grown up, you must do the Lord's calling.

The time has come for you to go home, Arn.

You must go back to your family.

You let your cattle graze on the King's land.

It's not the King's land.

We'll see what the tribunal has to say.

Eskil. Father.

It's good to have you back.

The tribunal is now in session.

Magnus Folkesson, you are not a man.

A public insult must by law be redressed through single combat.

I will do battle with him tomorrow.

THE KNIGHT TEMPLAR Based on the story by Jan Guillou

Episode Two

Do not despair.

They haven't buried me yet.

Let the combatants step forward.

Arm

It's too late.

He has accepted the challenge.

Am I to fight a nun?

I never figured your father for a coward.

Death to the Sverker!

Cut him down, Arn!

Kill him!

Kill, kill, kill!

Arm

Aah!

Kill, kill, kill!

- Arn... Uh?

Stand up.

Today you have shown that you are one of us.

You are a Folkung now.

Wear this with pride.

Ooh!

Thank you, Father.

Wear it with pride.

Now for some beer!

Look at you!

What do you think of her?

What'?

You must have met someone who caught your fancy?

No.

Well, one.

Good, little brother. What was she like?

I don't know.

You don't know?

What was she doing?

She was singing.

"She was singing"!

Good! Good! Really good!

Hello.

Cecilia!

Yes, Mother Superior.

Shh!

Welcome, Magnus.

We are honored by your presence.

Algot, we appreciate your hospitality.

Eskil.

Algot.

A new face, I see.

Yes, it's Arn, my youngest.

Arn? The last time I saw you, you were just a wee lad.

He's certainly grown up.

Please...

I wanted to join you at Axevalla, but I am beholden to the Sverkers.

No one doubts your loyalty,

and one must avoid trouble when one can.

Algot is beholden to the Sverkers.

Katarina, more beer for the boys.

What do you think of Katarina?

Do you think she "sings" well?

I bet she wouldn't say no to a "dance."

Algot has two daughters, but he can only afford one dowry.

The other daughter will have to be a nun.

Katarina...

Pity I drank too much last night.

Maybe the fair Katarina would have kept me company otherwise.

Did you see how she looked at me?

Katarina?

I think she fancies me.

She's a trifle wanton...

but I like that.

The convent will probably change that, though.

Unfortunately.

Give my love to Mother.

Don't be sad, Katarina.

Soon it will be my turn again.

Welcome home, Cecilia.

Thank you.

How was Katarina doing?

She seemed so glum when she left for the convent.

She's always glum, Mother.

But when I said she looked as dour as Mother Rikissa, she laughed.

I promised we would go see her.

That could be arranged.

Cecilia, have you...

Cecilia!

Hello.

Oh, I've missed you so.

Cecilia...

Cecilia!

Cecilia, come back here!

Cecilia, what have I told you about riding off like that?

Who's that?

Magnus Folkesson's youngest son, Arn Magnusson.

Arn, Algot Pålsson is here.

He's brought his daughter along.

That's not Katarina, it's Cecilia.

Welcome, Algot.

What brings you here?

We were nearby, so...

I just wanted to see the place.

It's been so long since I've been here.

If you like, Arn can show you around.

If it's all right with Algot, that is.

I'd like that.

Come on.

I understand you met my sister.

What'?

Katarina.

Didn't you meet her?

Oh, Katarina.

What do you think of her?

You're not much alike.

- You're very different.

Father doesn't like me riding alone, so he sent a groom along.

I see.

Hi. What a beautiful horse.

I asked Brother Guilbert

if it was sinful to love a horse as much as I love Chamsiin.

What did he say?

He said that anyone who can't see that horses have a soul

doesn't know much at all.

No.

Come on.

Catch me, if you can!

Am...

Arm

- Boo!

Stop it!

"You have stolen..."

What was that?

What did you say?

"You have stolen my heart,

my sister, my bride.

You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes."

I do believe you have stolen mine, Arn Magnusson.

Miss Cecilia!

Meet me here at dawn.

No hello?

Do we know each other?

It was my bird's fault that you were sent to a monastery.

Knut?

I thought you were in Norway.

And so I am.

It's good to see you again, Arn.

This is Arn, the hero from Axevalla I was telling you about.

I'm glad you settled for his hand and left his head for me.

Was it with this sword?

Come, let us have a look.

Let the heavens above ensure that you and I stay on the same side.

Are you coming along to Arnäs?

No, I have business to take care of.

But I promise, I'll see you soon.

Algot!

Come on out!

It's me, Emund Ulvbane!

You owe a debt to the King!

It's time to pay it!

My father has promised me to a Sverker.

I understand if you don't wish to see me again.

I don't care what my father says.

I don't want a Sverker.

I want to belong to you, Arn.

Nothing can keep us apart.

Mother Mary is on our side.

I love you.

We'll be married this summer.

How?

I'll speak to my father.

The question now is how the Sverkers will retaliate.

We have to find Knut before he stirs up even more trouble.

Brosa?

Is there something wrong?

Knut has returned.

- I know. - He killed Emund Ulvbane.

I've heard that you're running after Algot Pålsson's youngest daughter.

Stay away from her.

Everyone knows that you and Knut are best friends.

Keep your distance; she mustn't get any ideas in her head.

Algot cannot give his daughter to an enemy of the King.

Just accept it.

Cecilia can never be yours as long as Karl Sverkersson is in power.

Knut!

You aren't safe here.

I won't be staying. I'll be on my way to Visingsö soon.

To the royal castle?

Karl Sverkersson's days are numbered.

I intend to reclaim what's mine by right.

- And I could use a good archer. - No, Knut.

Have you forgotten?

Don't you remember how he killed my father?

Knut...

If you don't want to be involved, I understand.

But...

I'm also thinking about Cecilia, Cecilia Algotsdotter.

I've heard that she's been promised to another.

I will be king.

And if I can count on your support, you can count on mine.

How do you know that he'll be here?

Rest assured, he will.

He'll be here.

Tell your people that Knut Eriksson is now the king of West Gothia.

Let him go.

She's yours.

What are you doing here?

People can see us.

Has something happened?

Do you still want to be mine?

Have you lost your mind?!

Killing the King before we know what kind of support we have...

I knew Knut was a hot-head, but you...

Why?!

You should have reined in your son a long time ago.

Don't you want to see Knut as king?

He's not on the throne yet!

A blow of the sword isn't enough to seize power.

Eliminating your foe isn't enough.

You need to think like him and his kinfolk.

He has the clans of Erik and Folkung behind him.

But the Sverkers have Visingsö.

And they have the church.

You have yet to slay that serpent.

Cecilia!

Where's Mother?

I wanted to see you alone.

I have something to tell you.

I am betrothed to Arn Magnusson.

What's wrong?

I knew it.

Knew what?

Father cannot afford to pay for two weddings.

Of course he can!

No, he can't.

Forgive me, Cecilia.

I'm happy for you.

I'm sure things will turn out fine for you, as well.

When is the wedding?

No date has been set.

But it will have to be soon.

You're the only one I'm telling, so promise you'll keep my secret.

I'm carrying his child.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And this Arn Magnusson is Knut Eriksson's best friend.

Yes, Mother Rikissa.

Those cursed bluecoats!

And there's more.

Before Arn met Cecilia, he had...

carnal knowledge of me.

Most Reverend Lord Bishop,

it is with a heavy heart I write this missive,

when the sorrow of our deceased king still burdens us,

but in these times of trouble,

we of the Sverker clan must stand united.

And so I am forced to put pen to paper.

By way of a confession, I obtained information vital to our kinfolk.

It regards the best friend of Knut, who slayed our king,

the infamous Arn Magnusson.

Here, in the diocese of Skara,

lives a young man with an angelic face

and a black and sinful heart.

With fine words and false promises he has enticed a young maiden

to indulge in sins of the flesh...

and caused her to be with child out of wedlock.

But there is more.

This young man

has another wicked deed on his conscience.

He had already lain with the young maiden's sister.

That one man would take two sisters is indeed an abomination.

Such a deed is not easily redeemed.

Arn Magnusson, of Arnäs,

and Cecilia Algotsdotter, of Pål's Farm,

are, from this day forward, excommunicated.

No clergyman in all of West Gothia may have anything to do with them.

They are sentenced to do penance

at the abbeys of Varnhem and Gudhem...

for half a lifetime -- 20 years.

Let go of me! What have you done?!

What have you done, Katarina?!

Cecilia!

Arm

Cecilia...

No matter what they say, I never slept with your sister.

I've never loved anyone else.

I believe you.

Katarina...

I should never have told Katarina.

I swear by all that is holy to come for you.

Cecilia!

Do not take the vows.

They cannot be reversed.

I promise.

I will wait for you.

Cecilia Algotsdotter!

No, don't make me!

No!

Take it.

Refusing to eat won't help.

Have you ever had doubts, Guilbert?

About eating? No,never.

Doubting is one way in which God tries us.

When I killed two men, I walked free.

But for loving I am punished?

How can that be the will of God?

What you are speaking of has nothing to do with God.

These are the plots and schemes of men.

Ora et labora.

Prayer and work, Cecilia.

That's what lies ahead for you.

If you imagine that your stay here

will be as comfortable as it was before,

you are sorely mistaken.

You are surrounded by Sverkers now, and you will do penance.

Look at me.

Look at me!

I will tame you, Cecilia Algotsdotter.

Guilty or not, you have been convicted of an abomination,

and no man can lift that sentence.

But you will not stay here at Varnhem.

I have written to the Bishop,

and he has agreed to our request.

Under the name of Arn De Gothia,

you will journey first to Rome

and from there to the Holy Land.

Father, I...

You will be a Knight Templar, Arn.

A soldier in the service of God.

God has a purpose for you, Arn. Never forget that.

Daydreaming again?

I suppose you think your beloved will come for you.

But that will never happen.

Arn Magnusson has been sent to the Holy Land, to the Crusades.

That's a lie!

You'll never see him again.