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Princess of Wales.

Does it scare you?

I asked my mother once why I
was not afraid of my destiny.

She said I may as well be
fearful of my own reflection.

There is no fear.

Our marriage has brought peace.

In the south, yes,
but Scotland...

They raid
across the borders.

They kill and rob your people,
rich and poor alike.

Butcher them.

Heh. My father has a
worse punishment in store.

He'll probably send my
brother Harry to them,

hitch him up to some
Morag or Mordina.

Ow!

I-I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

Uh, c-calm.
Calm, Arthur.

I am calm.

I may touch you?

Do I not please?

I cannot be rushed,
like some horse to stud.

We should sleep.

As you wish, my lord.

I'm glad you wanted
to kiss my neck.

You talk in your sleep,
in Spanish.

That's a pity.

I wish to dream
in English.

You should have woken me.

The banquet today

is for the toast
of Gaunt.

My father's idea,
celebrate our bloodline.

I warn you...

we'll be
required to dance.

I could teach you
the pavane.

Must be English.

Some person from
their consulate...

Ah.

he came and told me

I should meet
a Duke of "Rot-es-char."

Rotes...

"Rot-es-char."

...char.

Ah. He has lands.

They all have lands.

"I have
some countryside here

and some countryside
over there."

Ah, but they do
not all have wives.

Uh, good morning, brother.

Sunt tibi bene,

uh, as the old
Benedictines say?

Well, but can you
have a good night

if you're a celibate monk?

On your way,
little brother.

I'm just concerned
that she was too much for you.

What did Socrates say?

When... When men who are fond of
spirited horses master those beasts,

they find the rest of life
easy to cope with.

And did you master
your Iberian thoroughbred?

Gentlemen, last night,

I was in Spain.

Yes. Yeah.

Rosa.

I will need a fresh fire
in this room.

Last night's
burned so fiercely.

There was much to burn.

Fetch me
more oil of rosemary.

Yes, highness.

Good day again,
exotic maid.

I am on business
for the Infanta.

Our lady,
the king's mother,

has issued a decree that eligible
noblemen, such as myself,

should be introduced
to the Infanta's ladies.

Uh, Her Highness
chooses me my husband.

No. Your matchmaker is Lady
Margaret, the king's mother.

No one marries in this court
without her sanction.

The Infanta's ladies will be
married to high-ranking Tudor men

so she's certain
of your loyalty,

or else you will be
tossed out from court.

I will choose my husband,
alas, my lord,

from men, not boys.

Uh...

Be sure Arthur manages
the tenant lands.

Ludlow Castle is
his formal seat now,

and its estates are the
responsibility of the Prince of Wales.

Of course.
We leave tomorrow.

I notice you avoid
the princess Catherine.

Why is that?

I-I do not, my lady.

I expect you or Sir Richard
at court regularly

to report back on the
prince and princess

and how they fare
in Ludlow.

I imagine, my lady,

the king's mother has her own
methods of observing them.

The girl has a simple job
to do... conceive.

See to it that all elements of
the house are conducive to it,

and waste no time in
sending news when she does.

We can shame the Spanish
into sending

the rest of the dowry
once the prince...

Once the child
is with child.

Oh, and I do observe,
Lady Pole...

comings and goings,
whispers in corridors.

Do you whisper
in corridors?

What would I possibly have
to whisper about?

Our newlyweds
look refreshed,

don't you think?

Well, reasonably.

They are working hard
for England.

We are gathered
here today to celebrate

the first day of the union

between the crown of England
and the kingdom of Spain.

When we look upon
these two young people,

we look upon
the future of the throne

and to their heirs.

Arthur, Catherine...

you are both descendants

of the first Duke of Lancaster,
John of Gaunt.

England and Spain
united in you.

The Scots
are almost here, Your Grace.

If the wind changes and
you're still staring,

you'll be stuck
like that forever.

Poor thing,
climbing under the sheets

with my cadaverous brother.

What do you say,
Chaplain Woolsey?

Oh, Harry, you've changed
little since your school days.

Is it this light, or does she
look especially ordinary today?

I don't know this.

It's a galliard.

A long, long road
to this day,

but it is here,
by God's will.

And by the king's will,
Your Grace, and by yours.

Is every word you say
a rebuke to me, Maggie?

Is every word
you say to me a threat?

I know nothing about these plots
against England you imagine.

I don't know it.

Your Grace.

It's like a pavane,

same path,
same pas ensemble.

Lady Pole.

Lady Pole.

I beg forgiveness for
what was done in my name.

I throw myself
upon your mercy.

I did not know.

I-I cannot speak of it.

Get up.

I am here,
only because

an innocent life
was taken, your brother.

Edward was innocent.

I was a child, too,
when it happened.

I am so sorry,
so sorry.

- Hey, hey.
- Oh!

Ah! Hey, hey!

Leave her alone, brother.
You're drunk.

- It's the Scots!
- Aye.

You disgusting heathens.

You dare to foul
this day?

Your Highness,
these men are guests.

Welcome, gentlemen.
Welcome.

Now, as you recall from...

It's... Come on.

Why are they
looking at me?

Where did you learn
the vihuela?

Many people taught me...

many things.

Mi príncipe.
Mi príncipe.

Do you love me?

I love you.

I love you.

Have courage, child.

...and I can
assure you that she is.

Aye.
Then it's agreed, Your Grace.

I'll dispatch a message
to Edinburgh.

To let the king know
we have a treaty.

Then she'll suit him?

She's young.

That suits him well.

Meg, you know these...
gentlemen.

They've ridden
from King James.

Scottish thugs, Father,

men who raid our land
and kill our people.

William Dunbar is the most
celebrated poet in Scotland.

And an eloquent
ambassador.

King James and I
have brokered peace

between
our two countries

that will put an end
to our grievances,

a peace that will be sealed
with your marriage.

Just like that?

Like that.

Our
countries have been at war

for two centuries, girl.

You knew that one day

a husband would be
chosen for you.

A gift of goodwill.

Uh...

Wait!

A wild girl
for a wild country.

Meg, this treaty
with Scotland

turns the sword
into a wedding band.

You throw my body to them

for their old king
to pounce on.

Catherine would kill them
with her bare hands.

You did not
enjoy the day, did you?

Was it Harry?

I did not ask your brother
to write to me...

nor did I know it was him
when I replied.

I feel foolish enough
that I was tricked.

Can we not just put it
behind us, Arthur?

The letters
are now ashes.

I understand now what it
took for us to marry.

Your cousin, Edward of
Warwick, was executed.

Don't talk about that.

To clear the path for us.

On your own mother's
command.

You blame my mother
for this?

Blame your own.

Is that why
you can't touch me?

When we reach Ludlow,

you will learn
to perform your duty.

I am trying to perform
my duty now, Arthur.

You won't let me.

I will sleep alone
tonight.

Should I warn my ladies this is
what it is to be a Tudor wife?

The cold and the damp shrink
all desire and all joy.

I have seen things
that you,

hidden away in your
dark little country,

could never dream of.

I am the daughter of the two greatest
monarchs this world has ever known.

If you challenge me...

I shall defeat you.

Perhaps you already
have, Catherine.

Meg.

I am ordered to see you
off and wish you well,

but I wish they'd ordered
me to come with you.

Still, they say
the sweat is back.

Maybe I'll be lucky
and drop dead.

Meg, let us say
goodbye properly.

We are sisters now.

So strange. You knew about your
wedding since you were a girl.

My mother told me stories of
England since I was this high.

Now, I thought at first
they were child's tales,

but she was
turning the soil,

and planting this country
in my heart.

Now, even though it
is strange and new,

it still feels
like mine.

It was
my mother's gift.

It was
a gift I wanted.

And you never doubt?

Whatever awaits you
in this life,

you must fijar...

fix your place
in the heavens.

And what if you don't want the
place that others pick for you?

Then pick your place,
not theirs, sister.

That rose petal gets to be
the King of England,

and dull-eyed Meg gets to be
the Queen of Scotland.

My darling, you have
the heart of a lion

and the soul of a poet.

God has gifted you
a thousandfold.

He has
great plans for you.

Ah, Meg, are the Scots
to your liking?

Have you learned
to "toss the caber"?

Ignore him, Meg.

Give those Scots
merry English hell.

What do we do in Ludlow?

Uh, there is no better way
to learn how to rule a country

than by ruling
a principality first.

My lady,
the king's mother

has given many instructions
to keep your days filled.

Your nights, of course,
you can fill as you choose.

Board games, perhaps,

though not solitaire.

What did you tell him?

If just one of my
childhood stories had made mention

of this
awful English light...

Then let us change it,

and maybe it will lighten
the prince's heart.

Who's winning?

The tree.

I have realized
something.

I have seen
a portrait of her,

but she never saw
a picture of me.

You are
the sweetest of men.

Hmm?

You... You used to do that
to us as children.

No, it wasn't me.

Teddy used to do it.

Oh, it's all right.

I've had my own struggle
with Catherine,

but then I thought
she must be spinning

like a top in her mind
also, yes?

She just hides
her fear better.

Besides, I think
Teddy likes her.

What do you mean?

Oh, he's never far away.

If he were here, we'd all be
playing fox and geese together.

Oh, Arthur.

Aunt Maggie, my mother
asked me to spy on you.

Of course she did.

Your mother
and the king

see plots abroad
and plots at court.

But we out here have
a chance to be happy.

I should take confession.

Too much like a church?

Please, come here.

You are afraid,
because you do not know me.

I want you to understand
what I am.

I am your wife,

yes, but I am
also Infanta of Spain.

I know that.

But you do not know.

I grew up
in a Christian court.

We are Catholics,

and we made all
of Spain Catholic.

And yet there is
another side to us...

not in faith,
not in culture.

We eat at low tables.

We say grace,
but we live in rooms

studded with jewels...

of al-Andalus
and Ethiopia.

I believe in the one
true Catholic faith,

but I respect
the beauty of Islam.

I want you to know
these two sides of me.

Tell me more
about your home.

The Alhambra?

When you enter
the first room,

it is small...

like a merchant's house.

I was told it was grand.

Wait.

But then you pass
through the first room,

and you enter
the Golden Chamber.

When I was a girl,

the Golden Chamber
seemed as big as the sky.

I cannot remember a time
I was not betrothed to you.

We were both
small children then,

and now look at us.

Look at us, Arthur.

We are masters
of our destiny now.

And we have time...

to know each other
in all ways.

"I will never boast,
but cherish humility instead.

"I will speak the truth
at all times,

"and forever keep my word.

"I will defend those
who cannot defend themselves.

"I will honor
and respect women.

"I will be faithful in love
and loyal in friendship.

I will be generous to the poor
and to those who need help."

King Arthur?

Which makes you Guinevere

and Westminster Camelot.

Why not?

Who would stop us?

Una mesa redonda?
The Round Table?

And we'll make Stafford
and Wiltshire and Suffolk,

make them
all sit around it.

No more plots and secrets.

Fair taxation.

Something to work for,
then, together.

Hyah!

Lady grandmother.

Look at this.
It's a thing of beauty.

It's a page from my own translation
of De Imitatione Christi,

printed by Caxton
on his press for me.

I supported him when he
began his labors.

Lady grandmother,
my father is making a mistake.

What kind of men
serve this King James?

They have been here for months,
and they are drunk all the time.

Oh, Meg.

Do you know why
this is beautiful to me?

It is the mind
settled on a page.

A life settled can be
just as beautiful.

You should be grateful
that your life is settled.

Many would want it.

They leer at the married
ladies of the palace.

They even touch them.

They call me
"little fishy,"

their king's little fishy
who has been caught.

Is this dignified
for our family?

One of them relieved himself
against the Royal Chapel.

The king prays
in there every day.

Is this what they
think of us,

that our palace is nothing
but a street market?

Would King Henry of England
send his daughter to such men?

For peace, yes.

And you pay these brutes

huge sums of money
to take me away.

That is
no concern of yours.

King James is old.

Not that old.

He's old, and he'll die,

next winter,
if it is harsh.

And who will take
his place?

Someone who wants peace
or good old war?

My daughter bleats.

It may sound like reason,
but trust me,

it is simply bleating.

And yet I find myself
wondering why we're

paying out 100,000
crowns to King James

when he might
be dead in a year.

For the treaty.

But we can't pay
the dowry on Meg

if the Spanish don't
pay us for Catherine.

We can't afford it.

Spain will pay
as they promised.

Well, then let us
cancel the wedding

and hold on to Meg
until they do.

Thomas. Your thoughts?

Forgive me for saying
it, Your Grace,

but no Spanish money
is forthcoming,

so perhaps we
should change course.

The Scots wouldn't
make war with us

now that Isabella
is our ally.

The treasury
is empty, Henry.

The Scottish peace will hold
without an expensive wedding.

It has to.

At least, for now.

What is this?

It's not very...

I've read the poets
and Aquinas,

but I do not possess
their abilities.

It is very fine, Arthur.

But not as fine
as others can achieve.

Others have not
achieved my hand.

They walk, play games,

and they're always...

Ah, come on.

But this means
that I dare not...

Have they found love?

They have found something.

So have I.

You found ruin,

but now it must be over.

Eh? I am gitana.

Once we came from
the east, and then...

A gypsy, I know.

And we marry for love,

and, um, they say
on English is...

Desire.

And we marry
for love and desire.

But here,

we marry for our future
and our safety.

We came here
to be ladies of the court.

We must marry into Tudor,

or we will be sent
straight back to Spain.

It's true.

We may not pick
just who we wish.

He must be Tudor.

So you will marry
Charlie "Barandon"?

No, not him. Someone else.

And first you will take
your ruin with the bowman?

Of course I won't.

Don't say such things.

But you must stop
your whoring.

Don't say it
like that, Lina.

You will stop your games
with Lord Stafford,

or you will not find
a Tudor man to take you.

I will not see him,
on my family honor.

I will not.

Uh, you are sick.

I am just warm.

Coming!

Isn't it a good day?

Lina! Lina!

Forgive me.

What are you doing to her?

Is she going to die?

Lina, I am here.

Lina...

And now you know of me.

Ai, ai, ai.

Come quickly! Come, come!

Where are my ladies?

Lina? Rosa?

I do not understand why he
is in this wing of the castle

and why I
cannot see him.

Arthur.

Don't come any closer.

No, you must not.

But what is the nature
of this illness?

Stoke the fire.

He must sweat it out.

Yes, right away.

Where are you...

Why is he leaving
the prince?

He's preparing him a draft.
They will not neglect him.

I am staying.

You can't, Your Grace.
It is the sweat.

Thousands died when the Tudor
army brought it to England.

It's all right.

I will come
and get you very soon.

News from Ludlow.

What is it?

I'll call for our escort.

We have a long ride
ahead of us.

I know how much
you love him.

I also try
to love him.

I know you love
the idea of being queen.

You still think
so badly of me.

No, it's not your fault.

You were bred for it.

But I have seen
so much ambition in my life.

My family have been
the victims of it.

Lady Pole...

Maggie...

come.

Pray with me.

You cannot risk this,
Your Grace.

This is
too dangerous.

Catherine, don't.

Everybody out.

Leave me
with my husband.

S-Stay away.

What can I do?

What do you want?

I want...

to live.

Your father
will ride to you.

I know it.

I'm sorry.

They will... They will
send you back to Spain.

And I dreamed of Camelot.

And... And Teddy was
a knight of the Round Table.

And he had
a place set for me.

Not Arthur.

Please, not Arthur.

Amen.

Amen.

His body
comes to London.

His heart will
be buried here.

Amen.

He found...

happiness with you.

I believe some,
Your Grace.

You will return
to Westminster with us.

We will see
if you are with child.

Pray God you are.

He liked honey.

I will make sure
there is bread and honey

after the funeral in London.

Maggie?

I told you
this would happen, Lizzie,

and you let Teddy and your own
brother die on that scaffold.

I told you
the Tudor curse

would grip you
and your children.

Where is his future now?

Oh, Arthur, to be born
into such a family as this.

You say too much.

Perhaps you and the king have
enemies after all, Your Grace.

Rosa says you sat with me
day and night.

Not all the night, eh?

I have to...
to sleep to keep my fine looks, no?

You saved my life.

For your trouble.

Forgive me, Highness.

I am told you were sick.

I am much improved.

I am glad.

I am so sorry for your loss.

He had hopes and dreams.

We are returning to London
in the early morning.

You wished to see me,
Lady grandmother?

Yes. Our deal
with Spain has altered.

Into what,
we don't know yet.

God has turned our faces towards the
north, gently, but firmly.

We will need Scotland
more than ever now.

What will happen
to her now?

I do not care
what will happen to her.

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