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When your time is due,

you may leave your service in the Holy Army of God

and return to your former life.

This is your way out of here.

Will you forgive me?

Only God can forgive you.

Abbess of Gudhem, what do you say?

I have had my punishment.

At the next full moon, I will leave the convent and go to the Queen.

Enemy troops are heading north.

They must be up to something.

You need a man, Cecilia.

I have sworn to wait for Arn.

And if he never returns?

Then I will not take a husband.

He's alive.

Arn is alive.

You're free to leave.

But if you leave, you will leave as a deserter.

THE KNIGHT TEMPLAR Based on the story by Jan Guillou

Episode Five

Halt!

Halt!

We'll raise our tents here.

Master, we cannot set up camp here.

We need to find water.

The men are exhausted.

Raise the tents!

I swear, upon all that is holy, to come for you.

I will wait for you.

The Knights Templar will break camp at dawn.

They have gathered a great army south of the Horns of Hattin.

They plan to meet us in the desert.

After a great defeat comes a great victory.

God willing.

Blanka!

I'm so pleased to see you!

It's good to see you again, Cecilia.

King Knut.

- This is for you. - Thank you.

Come meet our sons.

This is Erik, our eldest.

Welcome.

This is Jon.

Welcome.

And Little Knut.

Magnus...

Mother.

Magnus, don't just stand out here in the rain.

Come on, the Royal Advisor is dying of thirst...

Here are your chambers.

Let Astrid and lngegerd take care of you.

Astrid, I'll take over.

You have every right to find fault with me, Cecilia.

I have been a dutiful queen...

and mother...

but I have neglected my best friend.

Listen... you haven't neglected me.

This is for you.

For me?

Blanka...

You will lack for nothing here.

It's all so foreign and strange.

I don't know how to...

How can I explain things to Magnus?

You don't have to explain a thing.

I have to say something.

Well, here comes our dear guest of honor!

Please have a seat.

You look wonderful, Cecilia.

And her future would be wonderful, as well,

if she only had the sense to listen to good advice.

Brosa would have me be the next Abbess of Gudhem.

It's an honorable assignment, Cecilia.

Have you lost your mind, Brosa?

If Cecilia has not wished to take vows during all those years in a convent,

why would she want to do so now?

The church has great power, as much power as a king.

We need to instate a Folkung in every important office,

to rein in the influence of the Sverkers.

If you find the prospect of life at a religious order that appealing,

I'm sure Varnhem would accept another Brother with open arms.

My wife has a sharp tongue,

but both she and I know that you mean well, Brosa.

Cecilia...

Welcome to Visingsö!

Thank you.

I hope I'm not intruding...

Not at all. Do come in.

Have a seat.

Just like your father's...

You must have wondered.

Your father...

Your father and I...

I know.

You don't have to...

Brosa says he's dead.

Brosa knows nothing.

He's alive.

He's alive in my prayers.

In mine, too.

Fire!

Fire!

Cecilia...

Showing up like this...

Who does he think he is?!

Calm down, think...

Choose your words carefully; he's the cousin of the Danish king.

I'm not afraid of Sverker Karlsson's errand boys.

My name is Ebbe Sunesson.

I bring tidings of friendship from Denmark and the Sverker clan.

The Danish King is mindful of the need for peace...

in your kingdom, as well.

He would like you to reconcile with the Sverkers.

If he expects me to turn over the crown, he is sorely mistaken.

If Sverker Karlsson wanted the crown,

he would have taken it away from you long ago --

like you once took it from his father.

Let's be sensible.

Our families have fought for generations.

We have all lost kinsmen.

I don't think any of us desire more bloodshed.

Is the King unwell?

Well, he'd be in better shape with less beer in him.

Pray tell, who is the Queen's friend?

I am Cecilia Algotsdotter.

She's been a lay sister for many years at Gudhem.

A nun?

She doesn't look like a nun.

That's my mother you're talking about.

Is that so, boy?

And where is your father?

He's a Knight Templar in the Holy Land.

Then you have my condolences.

What do you mean?

Jerusalem has fallen.

The Knights Templar were slaughtered like dogs.

All of them.

Every last one.

- You lie! Magnus!

I may sin from time to time, but I never lie.

If you can defeat me, you may call me what you like.

Magnus, Magnus, calm down.

The fever has finally broken.

We have been worried about you.

What about the others?

No.

Why am I alive?

Ask my brother. He was the one who saw you.

The defeated salute you, o victorious king.

If all our enemies were like you,

it would be difficult for us to win this war.

Please, be seated.

So, now you've saved my life.

As you saved mine.

It was written that we should meet again.

I have Jerusalem in my hand.

The city will fall when I wish it.

The Christians killed everyone when they took the Holy City.

My people would wish the same.

If you choose the path of revenge,

the Christians will come back in greater numbers than ever,

and the war will never end.

You speak wisely, Al Ghouti.

To show mercy is the mark of a great king.

God has a plan for you, Al Ghouti.

It is time for you to return home and keep your promise.

You have a long journey ahead of you.

Ibrahim will be your guide.

It is a great honor to serve Al Ghouti.

I hope you will not only remember me as an enemy, Al Ghouti.

No, my king; that I could never do.

Do not take the vows. They cannot be undone.

We will always be friends, even if I wear a habit and a cross.

But I cannot stay here.

Magnus is a grown man.

I must devote my life to something.

The convent is the only life I know.

Welcome back.

Cecilia.

It is you...

It is you!

It is you!

Love“.

Love is for drones and weaklings.

Love is for old maids and slaves.

But you are a man!

You are a warrior, and yet you say that love is the supreme duty.

Have you lost your senses?

First and foremost, you are a Folkung!

You have certain rights and privileges, but privileges entail obligations,

and you have an obligation to your clan!

I made a promise.

A promise!

You were but a child!

You defy your king and your clan, all for a promise you made

not long after you stopped wetting your pants.

First and foremost, you are a Folkung!

Eskil, talk some sense into him!

I know how much your love for Cecilia means to you.

But there is some truth in Brosa's words...

There is much merit in Brosa's words.

You would be better served by an alliance with a Sverker.

Ingrid Ylva is young, and she's fair of face...

Fair?

That has nothing to do with it,

if she is as fair as a flower or as ugly as sin.

- You cannot think with your cock! - Brosa!

Sit down.

Am...

As much as I hate to admit it, Brosa is right.

If we are not prudent, if we do not establish the right ties,

we might end up on the threshold of war.

I swore to the Lord above to marry Cecilia.

Bah!

It's a holy oath, Brosa. You cannot alter that fact.

No man of the cloth will marry you, not as long as I am the Royal Advisor.

The crown appears to rest heavily upon your head.

I should never have taken you along that day.

If you had not been known as the friend of a king-slayer,

you and Cecilia would never have been judged as harshly.

I chose to go with you.

I did it so Cecilia and I could be wed.

I haven't forgotten.

I promised to support you with regard to Cecilia,

but my hands are tied.

Brosa will make the bishop do his bidding.

The King has great powers,

but you know as well as I do that I cannot defy the church.

Arn, there will be no wedding.

I don't understand why he's doing this.

Birger Brosa, the stubborn old goat!

I've had enough!

I'm fed up with other people meddling in my life.

I just can't see why he's doing this!

Tomorrow the council meets, and the Archbishop will be coming.

Yes?

We'll have to speak to him before Brosa does.

Milady...

Your Grace.

I must speak to you. It's most urgent.

There she is.

I know how enduring Cecilia Algotsson's faith has been,

and I am convinced that our Lord

has welcomed Arn Magnusson into His kingdom.

He's not dead, Your Grace.

He isn't?

For 20 years Cecilia Algotsdotter prayed to the Blessed Virgin

that she and her beloved Arn would be reunited.

I assume that you will not go against the decree of Bishop Erland.

That you will abide by his decision.

Arn Magnusson?

Excuse me for bursting in like this, but a miracle has taken place.

A miracle.

We have living evidence of this, twice over.

Arn Magnusson, who served in the Holy land,

and Cecilia Algotsdotter, who has faithfully served our Lord.

They are now party to the miracle of divine love!

These two are meant for each other, and I intend to marry them myself!

Love is patient and enduring.

This is for you.

Arn Magnusson, Cecilia Algotsdotter...

...with much joy and relief,

I may now give you my blessing at last.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Magnus.

Father.

BLANKA'. Look.

Our friends feast as if there were no tomorrow.

Even Brosa would have enjoyed this.

Magnus tried to persuade him, but he refused to come.

I'm surprised he turned his back on so much beer and meat.

It's a great...

It's a great honor to be here tonight,

in the company of such fine men and women,

not the least of whom is that man over there...

the greatest warrior of the Far North.

So, on behalf of Norway...

dear Arn and Cecilia...

congratulations.

Cheers!

Cheers!

Oh.

Are you cold?

No.

No.

It's too hot.

Yes.

Have we changed that much?

Our souls are unchanged.

You are the Cecilia I remember.

Our new home, Cecilia.

This is a good spot.

Welcome to Forsvik, Mistress Cecilia.

Thank you.

So, what do you think?

Birch columns!

It's beautiful.

Look...

A gift from our Saracen friends.

I expect we are the first household in all of West Gothia

to have our own indoor brook.

Not to mention a birch grove in the bedroom.

Was this the spot?

Don't you remember?

You wanted to win my heart.

Arn! Arn!

-Boo!

Instead you almost made it stop beating entirely.

But it worked.

SIX YEARS LATER

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Ooh! Whoo!

Going off to practice your archery with Sune?

Then I'll keep on training our men.

Off you go!

Sigge!

Your turn.

Aim for the middle.

Good.

Ha!

Not bad.

My turn.

Ow...

Go find that arrow, you hear.

Off you go!

And don't come back until you've found it, you little rascal!

Alde?

Sten, have you seen Alde?

Yes, just a minute ago.

Alde?