All language subtitles for Tirante.El.Blanco.2006.1080p.BluRay.x264-KaKa

For two days we have been sailing
in the sight of two continents,

Europe to port

and Asia to starboard.

We have left
the waters of the Mediterranean,

also those of the Sea of Marma.

And far, far behind us lies our homeland.

The Emperor of Constantinople

has solicited the aid of
Tirante and his men

to turn back the Muslim's menace

which threatens the land of Byzantium.

Each day that passes, the world goes
stranger to our eyes.

In a few days, this vessel will sail
up at the Golden Horn.

Soon to drop anchor, at long last,
in Constantinople.

On this day, the 29th of March

in the year of our Lord 1401,

we've reached the port of Constantinople.

Our horsemen and foot soldiers are few

though battle-hardened

and well instructed in the art of
strategies by our captain,

Tirante le Blanc.

We could not hope for great celebrations
on our arrival in Constantinople.

The Empire grieves Prince Michael,

who died in battle against the Turks.

To pay homage to Tirante

and show the trust
he has in our strength,

the emperor in person

made the exceptional gesture of
leaving the palace to greet us.

I both wish and ordain that
you lead my army,

as I've had the misfortune to
loose in battle my only son,

who was the comfort of my soul.

Me myself too old to bear arms,

it is to you, and no other Tirante,

to whom I yield the command.

My Lady, here is our captain,

who has come to pay his respects.

He is welcome.

My Lady, I shall have to trust the voice
that speaks me is that of the Empress.

Who are you, my child?

My name is Hipolitus.

And I must declare that only my holy
mother's beauty can compare to yours.

My lord, one that is
the captain of the Empire

has the power to open the windows,

to look everyone in the face

and to lift the mourning they bear.

Sire.

You may.

Your Majesty,

I've seen that the people of this city
are most sad and inflicted

by the death of the prince, your son.

That bravest of knights.

Be not so distressed.

For he died in God's service

and was defending our Holy Catholic faith.

Now we in turn must strive to
defeat the Turks.

And in so doing honor his sacrifice.

Cover yourself, Princess.

How are you?

Never would I've believed that
this land held such wonders.

The air in this land is thin.
It makes the head light.

Please.

- Is there anything you need?
- No, thank you.

What ails him?

He has fainted.

In Sicily he was struck
a mighty blow from a mace.

Since then he has these faints.

But he recovers easily

by touching a small bone of his ear.

I love...

How is your captain?

He is little unwell,

but I think it's only due to
the change of air.

We wish to tell the doctors
to visit him.

Black berries and currants of grapes
relieve many ills.

I do not know your names.

Elisha.

Agnes.

Placerdemivida.

My father is a renowned poet and it
pleased him to give me this name.

You may call me Pleasure if you wish.

My husband died in battle in the service
of the false Pope Alexander XIII,

also known as "the thief".

The call me the Peaceful Widow.

Your Highness.

Guard these words
in the most secret part of your soul:

Tirante le Blanc, the famous knight

has come to Constantinople
only to behold you.

And to serve you.

Alas!

How can I rejoice that you coming
here for his love of me,

and not for the evil Turks?

Nonetheless, I swear it is so.

Take my brace.

Deliver it to Tirante,
but keep a part for yourself.

My lady.

Holy Mary!

Pleasure.

Lady, lady...

Agnes.

Touch your head back.

Nosebleeds are a sign of good health.

Everyone knows that Tirante
always kneels through out

the entire mass.

Maria.

My lady.

Take my cushion to Tirante.

Yes, my lady.

Take care, you are beyond
the bounds of modesty.

My lady sends you this cushion
to give you more ease.

No human aspect.

She is an angel.

What is wrong?

Another would rejoice to
see his lady send him her cushion.

A cushion she denied herself
so she might please you.

I love, but I know not if I am loved.

I dare not hope
to obtain what I desire.

As fortune always frowns
on those who love truely.

Strengthen your resolve

and let no one knows your anguish.

Go to the Emperor and ask him to
give us lead to the Turkish camp.

Diafebus.

Give this book of hours
to the Princess.

Kill the horse first.
Then the Turk.

There.

First the horse, like this.

In the jugular.
With one blow.

Then stab the Turk in the eye
with your lance.

- Greetings, Diafebus.
- I'm well.

Quick, elusive, like a tiger.

Learn to leap...

Good.

You crouch down and to the next horse.

Good.

My Lord, we have a visitor.

The Princess has come
to bid thy farewell.

Stay here and I will assure
she comes to you.

- May I offer you some council?
- Speak.

When in her presence

labor is hard with this unharmed maiden
as she is doing battlefield.

I will.

Princess, allow him to kiss your palm.

Kissing a palm
is a sign of good love.

Here is my hand.

Tell me, Tirante,
and may God fulfill you your desires,

who is that lady
that torments you so?

My lady,
the maiden's face you see here

holds my life and death in her hands.

I have never heard
of such a gracious declaration.

I do not understand, my lady.

He loves me.

Alas, my lady!

What stony paths
I see your highness threading.

Tell me, my lady.

Is it proper
for your highness to court

your father's servant
who arrived here

dressed in borrowed gold and silk?

Would you be so kind to tell me
the title that he holds...

Is he a king, a duke,
a count or a marquis.

For one such is he would you wish to lose

your high reputation?
A maidenly state.

Will you know the truth?
To be better you've died

or would never left your mother's womb

then for you to fall into the
arms of a man who seeks only fame!

Is is not harsh
to be scolded with that reason

by the one who suckled me?

What would she do if I had seen
done something truely dishonorable?

No fear of the widow!
No father no mother

could fetter my dancing feet.

Much love a knight if he
is virtuous and his love is honest.

But, when a maiden loves
a knight for her pleasure

Such love seems to me
much better than any other.

There are two kinds of love:
virtuous and sinful.

And it not will be me who
tells you that one them is bad.

By nature
women possess three qualities.

Yes I know, for I have them myself.

First, we are covetous.
Second, we are glutinous.

And third, we are lustful.

I am all three.

And you?

You have an air of cold composure.

Even so I am lustful.

I have two liitle crickets
for me to sing at night,

but they are well hidden here.

One thing is what I seem,
the other is what I am.

- And what do you think I am?
- You are pleasures incarnate.

A simply touch can make you quiver.

Made by the hand of a man, or woman.

Here comes the knight
to bid Emperor farewell.

Go see the knight and approach him.

And be sure he understands you well.

What dress shall I wear?

The one for ceremonies.

I pray the God of all the world
will give you victory with honor.

And makes you as triumphant
as Alexander.

She begs you to meet.

I am sure
who are admitted by nature

if you seek the love
of the Emperor's daughter...

Such a dare deserves a severe punishment.

Love moves the heavens.

But I see how lack of piety
condemn me to utter devastation.

And thus my heart
has committed so a great offense,

with my hand I shall cleave it in two
before the sun sets.

That I promise!

If my tongue has offended you,

I pray you
will not take my words so hard.

I pray you pardon me for it.

If there is anything you want
of me, you need only ask,

I assure you that
your wishes would be granted.

My lady, there is one favor.

If it is honest, I am willing.

My lady,

all that I ask is that

your highness grant me the favor
of the shirt that you are wearing

that lies close to your fair skin,

and that I may bare it

with my own hands.

God's truth!
What are you saying?

I would gladly give you my shirt

and jewels and clothes, and
everything I have,

but it would not be proper
for your hands to touch

what no other man's have.

- Stephanie.
- Yes, Princess.

- Tell Tirante to wait.
- At your order, my lady.

She begs you to wait.

A handkerchief.
A handkerchief, please.

- Again?
- Again.

It is Princess's health blood.

This happens to her often.

How could such a gallant knight

lead such dirty ruffians?

I pray to God that those ruffians
free us from the Turks.

I know you're not sleeping.

We know the reason
for your wakefulness.

- Your father is old.
- Your mother is adulterous.

She spends her days
rubbing between her legs.

Your brother lies rotting
in the ground three months.

- Who will inherit the Empire?
- The Empire will fall upon your shoulder

before you use of reason.

Will you be the one to battle the Turks?

It's time to change flags.
Cross for half moon and red for green.

Our maidens will become wenches
raped by dogs.

Muslim dogs.

Tell me what I must do.

It all belongs to a noble house.

The Emperor will never accept him,
much as my mother

the Empress.

- They will accept him.
- We will made them accept him!

Are you sleeping?

No.

No, wakefulness is
the curse of the old my dear.

The maidens tremble when
they hear talk of war,

so I demanded a favor, Your Majesty.

Speak, daughter.

Although a maiden,
I would go with you to the battlefield

to see and feel
and know about that war,

should the future require it.

For it is well known

that first one who comes to the world,
are the first one in the grave.

Although I'ld wish you to live you forever.

My daughter,

if your desire is so great,
I will gladly take you.

But first ask your mother
what pleases here more:

To stay or to go.

Daughter. Carmesina.

Your mother says Tirante
is in love with you.

Are you of him?

I love him as one of the household,
like all the others.

My thought are far from anything else.

Oh... We shall all go.

Go.

We've conquered nine and a half
of the ten parts of the Empire.

We need
but only attack the castle

and march the 25 leagues
to Constantinople...

And take that old emperor by the beard
and throw him in prison for ever.

His daughter Carmesina,

shall service our maidens.

And the Empress,
shall cook for our soldiers.

You are a descendant of Prophet Muhammad
and you are his voice.

Give a moment thoughts to
the moderation that

your father Mohamed III is remembered by.

Be cautious.

I'll besiege Byzantium and perish
Constantinople will be mine.

I want to wipe its name
from the face of the earth,

I will call it Istanbul.

It is right for Tirante to kill
but not to die.

The greatest battle
in the whole world is tense.

His sword is invincible.

Tirante's men are few,
but they battle hard and are cunning.

Although the enemy is strong

and powerful.

The Grand Turk is hard and fierce man.

He wants to break our
Christian souls and rape.

Only Tirante can save us all.

Eat not such empty words.

The Grand Turk is young and handsome.

A man of great learning.

You can save the Empire and
many lives by wedding him.

In formation!

Endure!

In the face of death!

Focus on the horses!

Endure!

Where is our captain?

Sire, Tirante has remained
to secure our victory.

I have returned with the prisoners.

- How many dead?
- The physician should see that injury.

This day Tirante deserves
Caesar's laurel crown.

What a great victory in
the hands of Tirante.

May St. George and the Holy Father

grant you the blessings
that you deserve.

Your victory is an emblem
of our Christian faith.

What are you waiting for,
you pretty woman?

Take care your highness
not to accept the

wished king from a foreign land
to please your father

or some Moorish or Turkish king

who will see you and your children
to worship Allah.

Tirante is who Your Highness need,

He is the one who can keep you and
the whole Empire safe from evil.

Into my arms.

Pay honor to victorious Tirante.

Siege of peace
lies in thy victory.

If the Grand Turk wants Carmesina,

he will now have to pay a high price.

I am at one with
the Emperor's words of gratitude.

Thank you.

Enjoy forever
the favors of Mars and Venus.

What is happening?

Lust.

I kiss the hand that leads us
to victory over the infidels.

- Give me guiding point to visit you.
- Speak with Stephanie.

Wake, my ladies.

The day has come to depart.
And the Emperor is already prepared.

Lord help us!
Why these dark circles under your eyes?

We shall have to call
the physicians at once.

There is no need.

It is but a river breeze
which upset me last night.

Mind you that your heels
are not paining you.

You know what the physicians say...

That the pain starts in women's toes

then spreads to their feet,

then to the knees and thighs,

and sometimes comes in a secret place
and there attaches great torment.

Good morning, my lady.

Show me your tongue,
and I'll tell you what else you got.

You lost blood last night.

I do not deny it.

Oh, I had a nose bleed.

Wether from your nose or your ankle,
but you've surely lost blood.

What are you laughing about?

Come Highness.

I shall only tell you I've dreamed,
if you give me permission to do so.

You have my permission
and you are absolved of all guilt.

I dreamed I was sleeping in a chamber

in the company of four maidens

and that Estefania suddenly appeared
leading Tirante and Díafebus.

Let me be.
Let me be, Tirante.

Have mercy.

I implore Tirante the knight,
to be merciful.

What happened then...
I could not see,

but I could hear.

Please,
do not me harm, my lord.

Do not seek to defeat me, my lord.

I can't, I can't.

Forgive me.

Have mercy!

Have mercy, ah ye kill me!

Tirante.

I have allowed you here because
of the great love I have for you.

And to give you a little solace.

You have obtained this amorous gift

but now,
you leave me consumed by true love.

I beg you take your fill of
the favor you have won.

And if I dared
to delight in that favor,

the harm and distress I would
cause you,

when virginity is lost,
it is lost forever.

Trista!

I am dying!

Oh bed.

Who saw you then and who sees you now,
empty and idle!

Have you dreamed more?

Tell me everything.

By the Holy Mother, I assure you

I shall tell you forth with.

Be gone, cruel man of little love.

You have neither pity
nor compassion for maidens.

Go, ravisher of my chastity.

Plunderer of my virginity.

Mary help me!

My wedding is coming
my mother or my relatives,

weddings have been deaf.

This is my Blood
and it must be repaired.

By love.

Your worship

accept me as your future husband.

Kiss me in token of good faith.

The memory of what then happened is
scarier to you than it is to me.

I do not need tell you.

What of me!

Must I close my eyes
and beheld by none?

Others love has so disturbed
my senses that I shall die

if someone rescues me.

As with Stephanie
and as with you.

You are lying. Lying, lying.

I am as untouched now as
I was yesterday morning.

Your maidenhood is untouched,
and that is what counts.

I am very happy that
Tirante respected me last night.

And I promise here and now

not to grant him anything
in a silent wedding.

Take some water, my Lord.

It heals the wounds considerably,

but also opens
the mouths of the veins.

Allows you to clean sores,

is very effective and implemented
on the muscle in health,

which gives strength.

- Did you use water from the lowest part?
- Yes, sir.

- Two short boils?
- Just as you ordered.

Good.

And Holofernes wanted to offer
their own dishes

and she should drink of his own wine.

And Judith said:
I will not eat their victuals,

as this would offend mine.

I will.

"A provision shall be made
of the things I've brought.

And Holofernes said on to her

If thy provisions should fail,
how should we give thee the like?

But there'll be none
one of thy nation.

Then sayeth Judith on to him:

So true as you have soul my Lord,

thine handmaid shall not spend
those things that I have.

For the Lord work by my hand,
things that have been determined."

Be careful!

The Empress is present

and if she sees us
she will take you for a reckless man.

Yes, reckless.

She will tell you
to leave her daughter alone.

You My Lady, you must desire
the death of the enemy,

not to the one who loves you
and yearns to serve you.

What are you talking about?

Your Majesty, we were speaking
of those ambassadors

who said they had come to us to be
the Princess the wife of a dog,

the son of a dog, who has sworn
to follow a false god and prophet.

They are just rumors.

No one has yet asked for her hand.

But one might do so.

That will not happen.

- My daughter will not marry a Moor.
- Nor a Turk?

That will be the Emperor's will.

Your Majesty.

Would you allow such a pearl to
be cast before a Turkish swine?

Leave it in my hands.

I shall speak
with this wretch of an Emperor.

It is said that the Grand Turk

is young, strong and wise.

Carmesina, continue.

"Then she came to the pillar of
the bed,

which at as Holofernes layed,

and took down his sword from there.

She approached his bed, and took
hold the hair of his head and said:

Strengthen me, O God of Israel,
this day.

And she smote twice upon his neck
with all her might,

and she took away his head from him.

And tumbled his body
down from the bed,

and pulled down the canope
from the pillar.

And afterwards she went forth
and gave his head to her maid,

and she put it in her bag of meat.

- Elisha.
- Princess.

Madam? My lady?

Princess?

- Be calm.
- Here they are.

What has happened?

- The Princess has been swooned.
- Has she by chance drank cold water?

- An infusion of warm mauve.
- Let us take her in the fresh air.

You must not leave your bed.

How is the princess?

She is well.
Her Highness has recovered.

I beg you to tell me
if someone is within,

so I can be seen.

I would not lie to you, my lord.
You may enter.

Enter.

By what right
you enter in my chamber?

Come here.

Kiss my breasts...

for my consolation and yours both.

- No, not that.
- Please.

- It can not be.
- Please.

Leave me.

The Emperor, he is coming.

How is my pretty one?

The roses are back in your cheeks.

Your eyes sparkle.

You are completely restored to health.

You...

The physicians have made it clear
that you'd be at rest.

And I say that you must rest

in order to win battles once more.
Go!

You have the color rise, my lord.

Lord Tirante!

Either help me or kill me.
What have I done to deserve

the absence of
the man who deflowered me?

Speak, Lord Captain.

Shall I be freed of this pain
that so torments me?

- Do for me, what I've done for you.
- Estefania...

my sister's spirit,
I should do anything you require.

I shall go to the battlefield

and have Diafebus
come and fulfill his promise.

And you,

"Peaceful Widow"...

What do you want of me?

Perhaps my lady,
you would like me to find a husband

that is a Duke, or a Count or a Marquis.

I should be forever grateful
to you, your lordship,

But I want no husband,
however great he may be.

I love but one

whom I worship, as I worship God,

and who is always in my heart.

Captain, my lord,
I beg you not to despair.

Rome was not built in one day.

But I can only say that all
help in search

for your happiness.

All of you?

Why?

We want an Emperor for our Empire.

I have consulted the physicians,

but we have no
remedy other than the usual:

Sleep and eat,

eat and sleep...

Alas, when I wish to sleep I can not.

The night is longer than
I should like it to be.

The food I eat
tastes as bitter as gall.

My heart cannot enjoy my youth.

My lady, I know your problem well.

But I dare not speak frankly with
my hand on my heart.

Speak.

Tell me.

If your highness only knew what
Tirante said to us,

the vile words that she declared.
How little he loves you...

I need you all to leave.

Speak now.

He has told me in secret, and has
made me swear on the Bible that...

- Not to say anything to anyone?
- Tell me immediately.

I shall, my lady,
for the loyalty I owe you.

Tirante is a very cruel and selfish man.

In his madness, he believes
he sees more than others,

although he's simply
more shameless and boulder.

Do you know what he says of you?

He says that he neither loves
nor wants any woman of this world

but only seeks our fortune.

He wants the Empire, at any cost.

He told me in confidence

that if there ver were another
night like the one at Malvecino,

he would take your maidenhood,
willingly, or by force!

And then thumbs his nose at you.
Three times!

Your highness avoids me.

Me, the one who nursed you,

and trusts Stephanie
and Pleasure of my life more.

And they have sold you,

and thus try to conceal
a great mistake.

Do you not see
how Stephanie's belly grows?

I beg you your Highness, to swear
that my words will be kept secret.

For if Tirante knew,

I am sure he would kill me.

I will keep you from that danger,

and me from that burden.

What ails you?

Why are you weeping?

Leave me alone!

And guard yourself that this misfortune
does not befall you too.

I thank you, sire, for having
to recover from my wounds

before returning to battlefield.

I'm now ready to renew the fight
against the Turks.

May I further beg Your Majesty's
consent for the marriage

of Stephanie of Macedonia
and Diafebus de Sant Angel.

It seems a reasonable request.

However...

In exchange for the obedience
that is due to me...

I yield all my power to my daughter

so that she may do as she wishes...

if her mother consents.

Why does he mean by that?

He meant that as he knows there
have been silent weddings,

he washes his hands of
all responsibility.

Wether they are silent or straightened,

you have my consent.

And mine.

Put yourself in God's hands,

and celebrate your wedding.

And how can I celebrate it,
with the Emperor showing such disdain?

Will there be no feasting, no joy?

What?

What need is there for
parties at weddings?

Parties and weddings are better
led for one when is in bed.

My Lord.

Before your departure,
we must strive to

persuade the princess to give
you proof of a great love.

Even if to do so,
she must offer a part of her honor.

I know that she'd achieve nothing if
you do not use a little good force.

You must act as bravely in bed,

as you do in battle.

I should not want to do anything that
might displease my lady.

You are beating about the bush.

You're taken a part that leads nowhere.
And you know it.

How can you be such a vigorous warrior
and such an indolent lover?

Maiden.

Let us take council
and do what is best.

How can you even think that
a maiden does not wish to be loved?

The fear of shame

prevents me from reaching
paradise in this world.

Have you not heard what the Psalmist says?

If you wish to win a mistress or maiden,

you must not have a fear nor shame.
Love are among other things,

but when you're in bed with her,

do not of her courtesies
she does not want.

Please.

I beg you, take me to my lady's bed.

Desnudaos.

Oh for God sake,
you are so annoying!

Can you not let me sleep?

You just came out of the bath
and your skin is soft and smooth.

It's nice to touch you.

Touch if you wish,

but not so far down.

Sleep peacefully and let me
touch your body,

which I claim, as I am here
in place of the Tirante.

Oh, faithless Tirante!
Where are you now?

If these hands would be Tirante's,

he would be happy and joyful.

Have you gone mad or are you
trying to do what is unnatural?

Quiet, quiet.

It is Tirante, who would sacrifice
his life for you.

Please be quiet.

What is the matter, my lady?

Through the window, my lord.

My wife. Please, my lady.

It is the princess.

That princess is in pain.

My lord!

My lord, this way.

You have to leave this way.

And use the refectory door,
to get back to your chamber.

Quickly.

What was it?
A nightmare?

Did the ogre come to eat your ears?

Mother is here.

Whatever is the matter, girl.

Be calm, be calm.

A rat, a very big rat.

He climbed on my bed
and crawled over my face.

Not that big.

He had long sharp claws,
like a tiger.

Thank God
he did not touch my eyes.

What has happened?

These silly maidens are scared by trivials.

A rat has come passed
Carmesina's face.

Go back to sleep, everyone.

Stephanie.

Tirante needs help.

All is well.

I must lower the rope.

- It is not long enough.
- Pardon?

The rope.

It does not reach the ground.

Where is that rat?

My lord.

When the Empress dies
I will marry you.

God.

I am sorry,
I must remove the rope.

I can't take that pain!

I need a doctor,
but not a soul should know.

Your injury is not the kind
that can be concealed, my Lord.

Especially with the present
commotion in the palace.

You must brave yourself to right
as if you're going into battlefield.

We shall then say
that the horse fell upon you.

- How serious is the injury?
- He has broken his right leg.

- I'll get a horse.
- Hurry! Hurry!

Captain Tirante.
You're hurt!

Courage, captain.
We will help you.

How did he come to break both legs?

I was eager to see you depart
for the battlefield,

where many Turks ruled
my cities again.

But as you cannot be there,
I'll have to gather my strength.

Great bear that I am,
I'll take the battles upon myself.

I assure you, sire,

that upon the appointed day...

with or without the use of my legs,

I will be ready to do battle.

I do not think his life is in danger.

But there is no doubt
he is in great pain.

The bones stick out through the skin.
You can see the marrow within.

Jesus.

My lady.

The knight claimed that it was
not his will

but that if the bishop had a
1,000 gold coins at his disposal,

allowed him to borrow them...

he would gladly return
the money to his vassal.

Come in.

Whose is the greatest sin?

That of the knight who was unwilling
to return of what he had stolen

or that of the bishop, who,
having the money at his disposal,

was unwilling to lend it to the knight?"

Tell me, how is my lady?

My lord Tirante,
you know little of us women.

For we say one thing
and feel another.

Carmesina loves you as
much as you love her.

She swooned on hearing of your wound.

Tell her I regret the offense.

Tell her...

I will try to find
the appropriate punishment.

What nonsense?

Be sorry. But only for not
having filled your desire.

It is time to reap for what you've sown.

I swear that you be our Emperor.

Wait a moment.

Stay here.

Hippolytus.

I find your face altered,
thin and pale.

And not without reason,

for Tirante's pain has deeply
affected all of his companions.

I understand well.

For it affects me too.
I myself wake at night

as if it were my husband,
my cousin or my brother.

So I spend sleepless nights.

That is because Your Majesty
sleeps alone

and the pleasures of your bed
remain un-relished.

It seems that you know well
the torments of those who sleep alone.

Yes, my lady. As I suffer too,

and I do not sleep at night.

- And who torments you so?
- My Lady.

Who would dare to confess his woes
to a women of such excellence?

Come, speak.

Never be ashamed to tell
the glory of your thoughts.

Even less to such a one as I

who knows to hold her tongue.

My lady, since you insist,

I will tell you it is love
that torments me.

And not a shirt I can change it to win.

Come closer.

You say you are in love.

I demand to know with whom.

Your Majesty is the one
that Heaven has ordained

that I should love and serve
all the days of my life.

Tell me, Hippolytus,

You think a knight's fortunate if
a great lady loves him?

My Lady

I shall gladly do anything
Your Majesty orders me.

If you swear that neither the Emperor
nor any other will learn it,

you may choose anything of mine
you find pleasant.

My lord, would it not be better
for you to have a woman

who is skilled in the art of love.
Even if she were not a maiden?

Leave me, please.

I know for certainty that they want
to put out the light of your life.

You are surrounded by evil people
who only faint loyalty.

If they're sure to have peace

Carmesina would be
the first to lead you into

the house of
eternal and bitter pain.

Leave, lady.

Your words, although I do not believe
them, fill my heart with pain.

I will make you believe them.

Are you more tempted by the dry
fountains of a half boiled girl?

This one should work, my lady.

Good.

I will take this with me.

You. Come here.

- How old are you?
- 16, my lady.

We must get you a dress.

My lady, you have not touched the food.

Is Your Majesty feeling unwell?

I have a headache.

Does Your Majesty wish me
to ask the physicians

- to prepare her a remedy?
- No.

The physicians do not know anything.

I know what I need.

You may go.

You as well, Elisha.

What would people say...

I'm in love with one
who could be my grandson.

Come closer.

With my body

I give you my heart and my soul.

The proof you demanded.

Carmesina.

And, she is reading?

Her image pleases me,
but I much rather hear her voice.

The princess reads not for you.

But quietly for another
who is close by.

Juanón, the gardener,

is much appreciated
by certain ladies notorious

for their libidinous behavior.

As you can see
the Princess is stead-fast in

defending her virginity.

No!

Remove!

Lord Tirante.

Forget the one who doesn't love you.

Forget that lascivious princess
who's fooled you, and her mother,

that subjects herself
to a black Moor.

Take me, my lord.

My body and soul are yours.

What greater glory could there be
then to have me serve you,

with all my being,

day and night...

In your chamber, or in your tent.

Insist no longer.

It is that impossible for me
to forget the princess

as for the waters to run upstream.

Have mercy.

Oh. Have mercy!

Receive this as a gift, Hippolytus.

Wear this in my honor.

And when you gaze upon it remember that
woman who loves you more than her life.

Hippolytus,
you must pray that I live long.

Would it not be a miracle,
that in a few years time,

I might place upon your head
a crown of gold.

How long has she been in there?

Three days, sire.
But I do not think she is ill.

For she eats with great appetite
the food that we leave her.

Knock on the door.

- What is the matter?
- Open the door.

Leave me alone.

Open the door or I will order it

to knock it down.

Sire. I have the key.

Hide! Now!

Hipólitus!

What... what smell is this?

I have not opened the windows
in two days.

Why are you as naked

as the day you were born?

In my sleep... I must have
removed my nightgown.

I dreamed our son was alive

and his graceful mouth was
sucking on my breasts.

Your son...

Always your son.

He was also my son.

Speak. What news do you bring?

Sire,

I beg forgiveness for the sorrow
this news may cause.

The Turks have entered
the city of Saint George

and the best of our horsemen
have been defeated.

Where is the Empress?

Tell Tirante to employ in his arms

the strength he lacks

in his legs.

He will understand.

That is the state
of your poor father.

Any day now
he'll cough himself in two.

Wait.

And what is worse...

He is in his old age.
Soon he might truely loose his head

and deliver you to the Grand Turk
with whom you will have heretics.

It took the physicians four hours
to bring him back

after the last time.

And if, God forbid it, he faints again
and never regain to his senses...

Who will be our Emperor then?

Your mother,

who is also going mad and has
returned to a second youth?

You,

only sixteen years old,
and still sucking your thumb?

Give your maidenhood to Tirante,
and you'll have the key to the Empire,

a knight that will save us
from many evils.

Why do you wait?

God almighty.

Why can I not have wedding like
other maidens...

A wedding with a banquet?

And why can I not offer myself to
the man I love? Once he is my husband.

Why do you think?

Because you are the princess,

because your father is doting,
your mother is mad

and the Empire depends on you.

Oh, Lord Jesus Christ,

true God and man, I pray to you
to allow my lord Tirante

to wear this crown

as title and sovereignty over
all the Greek empire,

after my father's death.

The princess is yours, my lord.

You are offering me a paradise

when I have great slabs are
tied to my feet and my hands.

I shall help you.

Is this your will, princess?

I say with sadness in my heart.

I've got so far,
that I can not to turn back,

and if you wish it to be thus,

I can not deny your desire.
However,

I beg of you the great mercy
of preserving my honor,

and not ravishing yet.

It is quite clear that
my lord Tirante is about to burst,

and that the heaven place the Princess
guards between her legs

is declaring her appetite as when
a mouth waters before a delicate dish.

So stop being so foolish and
enjoy the pleasure that you

both desire, which is lawful yours.

Although I fear that my wish
might never be fulfilled,

I shall never put my desire before
the princess's request.

Now you're my lord,

and you will be my lord
as long as I live.

I wish to know nothing more
of your love!

If you came in as a virgin, you leave
as a virgin, thanks to too much shame

and confusion, on both parts.

Enough is enough.

I've been sent to thy majesty

by the lord of lords
of the Muhammadan sect,

The great Sultan of Babylon,

Mohamed IV,
son of the great Mohamed III.

On behalf of the great Sultan,
I come to tell you, sire,

that if your majesty seeks
harmony and good friendship,

the Sultan will have you as a father
and you will have him as a true son.

If in return for such friendship
you'd agree to give your

daughter Carmesina in marriage,

his one condition is:

That if she gives birth to a son,

this son shall become a follower
of our saintly prophet Muhammad.

And the sultan, in reward for
such a marriage,

will give back to you all
the cities, castles and palaces

he has taken from your Empire.

Ambassador.

Our savior Jesus Christ

orders us to live and die
in his holy Christian faith.

I beg the great sultan,
in his immense clemency,

not to ask me to do things that go
against our Holy Catholic faith.

And that he'll exempt me from

giving my daughter to a man who,

although he deserves
all our respect, follows

a law which is different from ours.

Remember your invincible captain's

legs are broken.

A matter of such import requires
some hours of meditation.

We shall meet tomorrow, lord Ambassador.

Be prudent and accept

what your parents decide justly,
and for the good of all.

We're talking about peace for the world.

At last, Princess, at last.

Now shout, cry and exclaim
and tech some maiden.

Do not seek to defeat me, my lord.

Allow me to resist.

Oh, my lord!

Why do so much damage
to the beloved?

Follow not, for piety.

Pity this poor girl!

I love you.

Oh, sad hope.

Here is a princess up.

With the pain
of one who has grown up

in what he understands and believes
is the one true faith,

but convinced

that ours is a true decision which
shall bring peace to the land,

we have decided to accept
the Grand Sultan conditions.

As long as, if a girl child
were to be born,

she would be given to us
to be raised in our faith.

Go then in search of the grand sultan,

and tell him that with these words

I offer him my daughter
Carmesina to be his wife.

It can not be.

It can not be.

It can not be.
Because for the last few hours

I have been carrying Tirant's
seed within my body,

And I pray to God
that it will be fruitful.

There will be war.

Behind.

Kill him, kill him!

The Turk is dead!

I... I have a great pain
in my chest.

The physicians are in the camp.
They shall relieve your pain.

Diafebus, my friend...

I am dying.

I want to see Carmesina.

Take me to Carmesina.

The great Turk is dead
at Tirante's hand!

The great Turk is dead
at Tirante's hand!

Diafebus!

Tirante is worse.
I think he has fainted.

He is dead.

March on.

He wrote this letter

a few hours before he died.

"Cruel fortune did not wish me to
reach you to die in your arms.

The end of my life would then
have less painful.

Keep my memory and commend
my soul to the Lord,

from whom I received it, and who
now takes it back in pain.

Your Tirante kisses your hands and
feet tight."

Where is my Tirante?

Can you hear me?

Where have you gone?

Can you see from there
my heart is breaking?

I wish only for death!

And I vow to die!

At last, we return home.

We have been sailing for two days
across the sea of Marma,

We've seen land on both sides.

On this occasion,

Asia is the port
and Europe the starboard.

Europe the starboard.

Princess Carmesina,

having stopped eating and drinking,
of her own will,

wasted away and died
two months later.

Shortly there after The Emperor
succumbed to his illnesses,

and to the painful cause
of events.

Hipólitus then married the Empress.

He sits now on the throne
of Byzantium.

Placerdemivida is his adviser.

And some say... his mistress.

The Peaceful Widow found solace
in the arms of another warrior.

Ashes are all that remain.

We have been cast out of paradise.

But the Turks
never entered Constantinople.

Not for the time being.