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It's him.

The devil with the red cross: Al Ghouti.

Why does he help us?

Al Ghouti.

How long has she been confined?

Several days and nights.

Help her out of here.

What's this?

Mother Rikissa ordered us to bleed her as often as possible.

I'm not here to scold you.

Cecilia...

There is no point in being stubborn,

you must accept your fate.

Mother Rikissa... only wants what is best for you.

This bastard was born in sin.

My baby,

give me my baby... I want my baby! No!

No!

No!

Greetings.

You saved our lives, Knight Templar.

Thank you,

I only did my duty.

You speak our language.

Then you will understand that I do not wish to be...

indebted to a Christian.

God truly moves in mysterious ways.

Only he knows why he sent an enemy to our rescue.

You could have killed us as easily as you killed the bandits.

Those bandits had robbed many Pilgrims

and it's our mission to protect them.

Take not another's life.

...it is sacred in the eyes of God.

Save in the cause of righteousness.

Al Ghouti,

I've heard of you. You are a great warrior.

I am Yussuf, and this is my brother Fahkr.

We are merchants on our way to Cairo.

Taking this way around the Dead Sea without an escort

This is the shortest route.

But not the safest.

We've sworn not to raise arms against each other,

so let us be honest.

You are warriors like us.

Leave us

I'll go see to the horses.

Do you know who I am?

You are Youssaf Salah-al-Din al-Ayyube.

The one we know as Saladin.

And you are not afraid?

You have given me your word, as I have given mine.

You are a man of honour, not like your brothers.

How is it that you speak our language?

I've been here many years.

And you do not wish to return home?

He's-

Cecilia!

Yes, Mother.

I have...

Unburden yourself, my son.

I have...

I have disobeyed and ventured outside the monastery grounds.

There was a girl singing.

She spoke to me, Father.

That is the end of your confession, my son?

All my sins I you forgive.

Te absolvo. In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Sit.

Arn, listen. You did nothing wrong.

You've grown up now,

sooner or later you'll have to experience life outside these walls.

The world outside, Father,

- I know so little of it. - Yes, yes but you better get used to it.

It was your mother's will and God's

that you should be brought up here in this monastery.

- Father Henri... - Filia mea.

She and your father had promised you as a child to God.

She said it was the will of God.

You had been sick, so they prayed for your life,

and God granted them a miracle...

So the promise was a sacred trust.

We can not oppose the will of God.

But I'm reluctant to raise a child to become a monk.

But who said that God send the boy here to become a monk?

Hold n tight,

and now... aim

and now try to hit the target.

Very good!

Good... Again... Good... Again...

Very good... Hey, look!

I told you: always in my eyes.

Go.

Arm

You see!

To read is the foundation of all knowledge.

What...?

In which hand does it feel most comfortable?

Both.

Brother Guilbert, why are you so good at fighting?

Once I used to be much better.

Again.

You seem to be training him to be a warrior.

Is that entirely wise?

I am merely strengthening the skills that

God has already given him.

I wasn't sure that you were ready,

but you are. Now...

you must do the Lord's calling.

Brother Guilbert and I have discussed this

and we have reached a decision.

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

You must go back to your family.

In Hoc Signo Vinces.

In this sign thou shalt conquer.

Before I came here, to this...

peaceful monastery, I sewed in another order:

God's holy army... the Knights Templar.

For twelve years

I fought with this sword in The Holy Land.

With this sword no one has ever defeated me.

You may never draw it in anger or use it for your own gain.

It has to serve God's good cause.

Your livestock is grazing on my land.

My livestock is grazing there, that's true.

Are you not aware of the boundries?

- I know where my livestock may graze. - Thailand is not yours.

The land at Forsvik has always belonged to our clan.

We'll see what the Council of Elders...

has to say about that.

See you there... liar!

And who may you be?!

Eskil...

Father...

Arn?

What the devil...?

I didn't recognise you.

It's good to have you back.

- Magnus. - Brosa.

Eskil...

And Arn Good to see you back at Arnas.

You haven't changed, Uncle Brosa.

Those monks had you for years.

Were you taught to read?

I see, so you can read...

Now to the land dispute between Magnus Folkesson

and Emund Ulvbane.

I understand that Magnus Folkesson is willing to settle.

That is the case.

And I am willing to pay Emund Ulvbane the sum of 30 pieces of silver.

That is more than one could ask.

For peace between neighbours is worth far more than silver.

The settlement has been accepted.

As the Council has ruled,

I must comply.

But 'tis a shame that silver outweighs honour and truth.

'Tis also a shame to be obliged to deal with a man without honour.

You, Magnus Folkesson...

You are not a man.

And your sons are no better.

They are but puny girls, a nun and a beer keg.

Mark my words,

The Sverker King planned this...

He whispered those insults in Ulvbane's ear.

Ulvbane knew every word to the letter!

The Sverker clan wants to weaken us.

I wish there were a way out.

But a public insult must by law be redressed through single combat.

Is there no other way?

I will do battle with him tomorrow.

May the Lord protect me.

Do not despair.

They haven't buried me yet.

Let the combatants step forward.

This sword is a blessed sword.

Arm

It's too late, he has accepted the challenge.

Am I to fight a nun?

I never figured your father to be such a coward.

- Death to the Sverker! - Cut him down,

Arn! Kill him! Kill him!...

Kill, kill, kill...!

Arm

Arn, Algot Palsson is here.

He's brought his daughter along.

It's Cecilia.

Welcome, Algot. What brings you here?

We were nearby, so...

I...l just wanted to see the place.

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

My father doesn't like me riding alone, that's why the groom is here.

I see...

People are certainly talking about you...

Really?

Everyone is talking about how you saved your family's honour.

It really wasn't anything...

I mean... Well, people talk too much.

What do you mean?

I had no choice but to defend my father.

Come on!

Catch me if you can!

Arm

Arn...

Boo!

You have stolen...

What did you say?

You have stolen my head.

You have stolen my head with one glance of your eyes.

I do believe you have stolen mine,

Arn Magnusson.

Brosa,

what's wrong?

We've spoken to Algot.

He says you ran off with his youngest daughter.

She is promised to a Sverker.

It's unwise to give her ideas.

Her father owes a debt to the Sverkers.

Yes, and they are angered by Ulvbane's defeat,

We cannot risk any more trouble now!

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

Cecilia...

Cecilia!

I don't want a Sverker...

I want to belong to you, Arn.

The Virgin Mother is on our side.

Nothing can keep us apart

My dear sister, I have something to tell you.

I am betrothed to Arn Magnusson.

What's the matter?

I knew it...

Knew what?

Father cannot afford to pay for two weddings.

I'll never leave this place.

Don't say that!

We won't leave you here.

I apologise, Cecilia.

I'm happy for you.

Have you set a date for your 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 absolutely sure of this?

Yes.

And this is the same Arn Magnusson who crippled Emund Ulvbane?

Yes, Mother Rikissa.

After the council, they came to our farm.

Welcome, Magnus!

The news from Axevalla precedes you.

Arn! Now you're the man of the hour.

And there's more...

That same night, before he met Cecilia,

he had arnal knowledge of me.

You do understand that that

this will not be the end of the matter, don't you?

Most Reverend Lord Bishop,

It is with a heavy head I write these words,

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

with regard to the young lad who humiliated the King's best fighter,

the infamous Arn Magnusson.

Here, in the diocese of Skara,

lives a young man

with an angelic face...

and a black and sinful head.

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 Arnas,

and Cecilia Algotsdotter, of Pal'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.

Cecilia.

Arn.

Cecilia.

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

I've never loved anyone else.

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

Cecilia.

I will wait for you.

Cecilia Algotsdotter!

No, do not make me! No!

Prayer and work, Cecilia...

That's what lies ahead for you.

If you imagine that your stay here will be as...

comfortable as things used to be,

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.

Multi sunt vocati, pauci vero electi.

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.

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.

De Gothia.

- Sir. - Back so soon?

I trust you have completed your mission?

I have, Grandmaster.

- But I have bad news to report - Oh!

- Saladin is here. - What!

He could march on Jerusalem at any time.

- This is not possible! - Saladin's troops...

are scattered across the country.

Surely we would have heard something

- if he had assembled an army. - Gentlemen,

Saladin is here and he is sure of his victory.

I have just spoken with the king of Jerusalem

and his spies report that Saladin is in Damascus.

Not anymore!

Grandmaster,

I don't know what De Gothia hopes

to achieve by spreading these rumours...

Who told you this, de Gothia?

- An eye-witness. - Who told you?

A man I trust.

So you saved Saladin's life

and then you sat down and shared his bread.

I gave him my word.

You gave him your word.

Now, what did you learn?

He is heading south.

That's where the attack will come from.

I will inform the king. We must prepare for a siege.

Tell me de Gothia,

what kind of man is he, our enemy.

He's like us. A man of his word.

I am glad that God has given me this chance to get to know my enemy.

You respect him.

That will not stop me from fighting him, sir.

It is a shame that you must lose this war.

- I have sworn to win. - So have I,

and we shall soon see which one of us is right.

Cecilia,

I know of your story.

You are no longer alone.

Al Ghouti. I will speak only to Al Ghouti,

- What the hell is going on here, - I will speak only to Al Ghouti.

Who is this?

- I will speak only to Al Ghouti. - What are you doing here?

Al Ghouti? I will speak only to Al Ghoutil

- I will speak only to Al Ghoutil - Al Ghouti!

- What do you want with him? - I will speak only to Al Ghoutil

AI Ghoutil

Al Ghouti! My master has sent me.

What does your master want?

He wants to speak with you.

- I am to bring him to you. - You speak his language!

- Let him go! - How dare you!

This man is to be interrogated!

As you wish.

But the Grandmaster will not be pleased. Be assured of that.

Very well, you make your little friend talk!

Release him.

Take me to your master.

It has come to my attention

that Cecilia deserves chastisement.

She has violated the rules and has spoken.

No, not you, Cecilia Algotsdotter.

There is another Cecilia among us.

Cecilia Blanka.

Come here.

This Cecilia will be known from now on as Blanka.

On your first night here,

you spoke to Cecilia Algotsdotter.

Now go stand over there...

Helena.

Step forward.

Three lashes. In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Sit down.

I wish God had brought us together under more pleasant circumstances.

So do I.

I am indebted to you, Al Ghouti.

You will lose this war.

You know that.

But because you have saved my life

I will be merciful.

Leave Jerusalem

without giving battle

and you and your brother Templars

will have safe passage wherever you wish.

My duty is to protect Jerusalem.

Even if the decision was mine to make,

my answer would still be no.

Then you will die.

It's all in the hands of God.

Who are you?

I am your future queen.

I am betrothed to Knut Eriksson.

He will soon seize the crown from the Sverker King.

And he will come for me soon.

Hopefully he will bring news of the Crusades.

Arn...

Does anyone have news?

I know nothing of Arn.

But little Magnus is doing fine.

Magnus?

Your son.

Didn't they tell you?

You had no idea?

That vicious Sverker witch!

Magnus... Is that his name?

Thank you.

He's alive!

The king of Jerusalem sends his blessings.

The true cross!

Thank you, De Ridefon. We appreciate the King's kindness.

And we will need its protection since Saladin's

already on his way to Jerusalem.

Grandmaster de Torroja.

The battle for Jerusalem does not have to be fought at Jerusalem.

- What do you mean? - Saladin's army... it is great,

but that also means that it moves slowly.

Which gives us time to prepare for a siege.

Which gives us time to stop him before he reaches Jerusalem.

To save time, Saladin will take the way across Mont Gisard.

There is a shortcut there that is used by the Bedouins.

- I think you know of the place? - Yes, I've been there.

A narrow pass through the mountains.

Saladin would never expect us to confront him there.

An ambush could do Saladin's army a great deal of harm.

Grandmaster!

We have no evidence that Saladin will choose that way.

Unless of course de Gothia...

has intelligence from yet another "secret source".

De Ridefort. This is no time or place for personal fights.

De Turenne, what is your opinion?

It is a wise strategy.

We could avoid a siege, if God be willing

We shall get a force out there at once.

We have nothing to lose, but all to win.

My lord.

Arn de Gothia.

The encounters that you've had can't be...

interpreted as anything other than the will of God.

You shall lead our brothers in this battle.

You will be in command.

I am honoured, Grandmaster.

We will wait in ambush here.

A sandstorm will soon be upon us.

It would be madness to fight in this!

It's a godsend.

Saladin will be taken by surprise.

Dismount!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

“Own.

You must send in more troops.

Sound the retreat!

Sound the retreat!

Sound the retreat! Sound the retreat!

Sound the retreat!

You have fought well.

Thanks to you, we have defeated

our greatest enemies and defended Jerusalem.

You have sewed our order faithfully and I want to make sure

that you receive your rightful reward when the day comes.

De Gothia...

When your time is due,

this is your way out of here.

May God keep you until then.

Cecilia Blanka,

I am here to fetch you.

Knut Eriksson has taken the throne.

I am to take you to the Royal Castle.

You are to be Queen.

Huger Brosa'

thank you for taking care of my little boy.

His name is Magnus and he's almost a man now.

What does he look like?

What does he like to do?

- Does he ride? - Yes, he rides...

- Does he know...? - No,

I did not wish to saddle him with shame.

Cecilia, come here.

Cecilia, he'll be back.

He'll be back...

Sir!

Instructions from headquarters, sir.

You're ordered to join Sir Ridefort in the desert

Burning days and freezing nights...

Do you ever get homesick?

I do,

but my time here is soon over.

At the next full moon I will return home

Cecilia,

the Lord has brought

you so that you may forgive me.

What am I to forgive, Mother?

My sins against you. I wished to crush the happiness you

and Arn Magnusson shared.

I tried to punish you because I never had love.

You are a good woman, Cecilia.

Kind headed and forgiving.

Your prayers might shorten my time in Purgatory.

Can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me?

Only God can forgive you.

I curse you, Cecilia Algotsdotter!

I curse you and Arn Magnusson both!

I have received news

that Saladin and his army have set camp here,

by Lake Tiberias.

There they await reinforcements.

We shall march directly to Tiberias

and take him by surprise.

- Is that clear? - Sir,

there is not a single drop of water on the way to Tiberias.

It is hotter than hell out there.

I must agree with de Gothia.

It will take us three days to cross the desert

Saladin's army is bigger than ours,

and he has the water.

We can not meet him in the desert

That is exactly what Saladin thinks

and that is why we shall defeat him.

We have the true cross, de Gothia!

Under it no Christian army has ever been defeated.

It was because of the true cross

that we were victorious at Mount Gisard

and now we shall be victorious again

or do you doubt the power of the true cross?

It's not the true cross that I doubt, Grandmaster.

You will obey my orders.

My condolences on the loss of your dear Mother Rikissa.

But even in times of sorrow we need to look ahead.

The new King's advisor, Brosa, put in a good word for you.

I have every reason to trust his judgment.

We would like a new, young abbess in our convent.

And now we have a vacant position, so to speak...

Abbess of Gudhem, how do you like the sound of that? Your own convent?

Thank you, your Grace. It is a very fine offer.

But I neither can nor wish to take any vows.

No?

My time of penance is almost over.

I have had my punishment.

At the next full moon, I will leave Gudhem

Abbey and go to the Queen,

to await my betrothed at the castle.

Tell Brosa that.

Sir.

De Gothia.

I would like of you to read this.

It's an honourable discharge, signed by Grandmaster Torroja.

The day after tomorrow my time here is due.

I am well aware, de Gothia, that my predecessor thought highly of you

for some reason,

but to me you are just another subordinate.

I don't think that you will mourn my departure.

- Departure? - My penance is over.

Departure?

When we are about to crush Saladin once and for all?

Departure!

Well, you are free to leave.

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

- Halt. - Halt.

We raise our tents here.

Master, we cannot set up camp here.

We need to find water.

The men are exhausted. Raise the tents!

Master, 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.

Fools, they are doomed to perish.

You're not bringing much with you back into the world,

Cecilia Algotsdotter.

The King and Queen await you at the Royal Castle.

And I've sent Magnus there as well.

So know he knows?

Yes, now he knows.

I heard you declined the Bishop's offer.

I understand if you need time...

I've had all the time I need.

Blanka!

I'm so pleased to see you!

- It's good to meet you at last, Cecilia. - King Knut.

- This is for you. - Thank you.

Magnus?

Mother?

Magnus,

don't just stand out here in the rain.

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.

Where am I?

Damascus.

Why am I alive?

Ask my brother.

He was the one who saw you.

The defeated salutes you, victorious king.

Greetings,

my most worthy opponent.

Sit down.

I have Jerusalem in my hand.

The city will fall when I wish it.

To show mercy is the mark of a great king.

The Christians killed everyone when the 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.

If all our enemies were like you,

it would be difficult for us to win this war.

It may be that one day

we could share this great city,

all men alike.

Take this dream of peace and unity...

with you home.

It is time for you to return home

and keep your promise.

I hope that you will not only remember me

as an enemy, Al Ghouti.

No, my king, that I could never do.

My name is Ebbe Sunesson.

I bring tidings of friendship from the Sverker clan.

Mark my words: we must act before the Sverker clan does.

It's just a matter of time before they lay claim to the throne.

Let them come.

We're not strong enough right now.

Pray tell, who is the Queen's friend?

I am Cecilia Algotsdotter.

She's been a lay sister at Gudhem Abbey.

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.

Let's be sensible.

Our families have fought for generations.

We have all lost kinsmen.

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

No, but we would like you to reconcile with the Sverker clan.

If you expect me to turn over the crown, you are sorely mistaken.

If Sverker Karlsson wanted the crown,

he would have taken it away from you long ago.

No!

Is the King unwell?

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

This is best for everyone.

Don't go back to the convent.

We will always be friends,

even if I wear a habit and a cross.

But I can't stay.

I must devote my life to something.

The convent is the only life I know.

Welcome back.

Cecilia.

Is it...?

It is you!

It is you!

Mother...

Have we changed so much?

Our souls are unchanged.

You are the Cecilia I remember.

Riders approaching!

So we meet again...

The famous Knight Templar...

or are you a farmer?

What a sweet home you've built for you and your pretty wife.

I suggest you deliver any message

you may have immediately, without dismounting.

Watch over her. The woods round here

are not as safe as they were.

Especially now as your King Knut lies on his deathbed.

He won't be able to hold the throne much longer.

How much time does he have?

I'm not sure,

but he's passing blood in his dung, and that's never a good sign.

The Sverkers have made Ebbe Sunesson their commander.

And he has the Danish king behind him...

as well as the Danish army.

We aren't ready to meet the Danes in battle.

There's only one solution.

What did you say?

I said there is only one solution.

One, two, three...

Good! Five, six...

One, two...

I have seen so much evil.

So much death.

I prayed to God never to see war again.

But if the Sverker King draws his sword,

- war will be upon us. - I'm here too.

I will be with you every second of the way.

God has a plan for you.

To go to war?

To make peace.

Sverker has declared war.

His forces will soon be here.

It will take more than courage to defeat them.

But I swear to you: we will be ready.

God be with you, Magnus.

I know you will return.

Everything's ready.

I don't know... our men are fearful.

Listen to me!

Cast aside all doubt.

Believe!

Believe in our victory.

We chose this place.

Not the Danes and not the Sverkers.

We chose this time,

not the Danes and not the Sverkers.

Believe.

God stands by those who are strong in faith.

That is why we shall win and peace shall reign.

Horsemen! Forward!

They're trying to scare us!

Prepare!

- Charge! - Charge!

Ready!

Wait...

Now!

It's a trap!

Now!

Prepare again!

- Charge! - Charge!

Now!

Charge!

For Norway!

Kill him!

Now ride off!

I will never leave you again.

You're hurt!?

Arn ...Arn?

The Virgin Mother never abandoned us.

I love you.

I love you.