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Oh God. Almighty God.

Help me. Save me from my woes.

Lord, have mercy on me.

Let me atone for the sins
I committed in thy name.

Forgive me for I have brought
death and suffering upon people.

I tried to reach Jerusalem
with fire and sword.

I abused thy name and thy cross.

I am not worth to bear it.

I cheated on you. It is thy
holy blood on my sword.

And it was my free will.
I didn't act under orders.

Lord, absolve me from my sins.

Make me a worthy servant of God.

So I may be worth
to bear your cross.

Only by bearing it with devoted love...

...I may free the grave of the Lord...

...and open the gates to paradise.

My son.

Father.

You applied to join our
holy order yesterday.

Do you still wish to
become our brother?

Yes, Father.

I wish to atone for my sins.

I wish to serve my Lord and avow
truth the way my eyes have seen it.

Father, please welcome me gracefully.

The Lord is with you, my son.

His hand is your shelter and his mercy
unshackles the bonds of your guilt.

Arise!

You will live in this
monastery for one year.

This shall be a year of probation.

A year of reflection...

...in which you should
reconsider your wish.

If you're serious, you'll
take your vow...

...and I shall send you into the world
as a messenger of the word of God.

As one of our brothers,
living with humility.

GATES TO PARADISE

In the 13th century Christendom's blind
alacrity for faith seemed to decline.

But shortly before Pope
Innocent III died...

...shepherd-boy Jacques de Cloyes,...

...sometimes "Jacques the foundling"
or even "Jacques the beautiful"...

...descended from his cabin
and spoke to the shepherds.

He announced...

...that almighty God had
revealed to him...

...that Christian children, unlike
kings, counts and knights...

...must have mercy on Jerusalem, which
lies in the pagan hands of the Turks.

Because above all powers
of earth and sea...

...the innocence and the trusting
faith of children are able...

...to achieve the greatest works.

Many children left their parents...

...their villages...

...and joined Jacques....

...to free the grave of the Lord
with the power of their innocence.

Tough as old boots.

Come on! Come on!

That damn bastards
aren't in the mood!

Shut your mouth! Stop
your inappropriate jokes.

Soon enough this man will
be in heaven by his God.

Let's say in hell by the devil.

Can you tell truth from lie?

I think I can. Listen,
I'm a father confessor.

You must not give up hope.

Hope? Truth kills hope...

...and not the lie.

Truth kills hope...

...and not...

Hey! Where are you heading?

To Jerusalem!

Where should that be?

Do you know where that is?

No. I don't know.

We don't even know
and we are crusaders.

Jerusalem doesn't exist.

But those two apes are from there.

Jacques knows where that is.
Lord Jesus is buried there.

Take these so the pagans
may not harm you.

Leave them in peace!

Just follow the apes, they'll
guide you to Jerusalem.

Are you Jacques de Cloyes?

Yes, Father.

I have looked for you. I wish
to attend you to Jerusalem.

- We're following you, Father.
- Thank you, my son.

My beloved children. I am joining you
on your crusade towards the Holy Land.

Come to me now and confess your
innocent sins so I may bless you.

Together we will cross the
golden gates to Jerusalem.

Father! I am Maud.
I am from Cloyes.

And you wish to confess?

I wish to say a prayer, Father.

Say your prayer.

It's a special one, unlike the
one my mother taught me.

I made it up myself...

...and since I left home
I say it every night.

A prayer for assistance and success
in this lordly crusade of hope.

No! A prayer displaying my weakness.
A confession of my guilt against Jesus.

About the sinful desire
that is within me.

I never said it aloud.

God is listening.

Hold my hand.

So, Maud...

- OK, but I'll close my eyes.
- God is waiting.

And I am waiting just
the same, Maud.

Jesus, I left my home to
march towards Jerusalem.

I want you to know that it is not my
love to you that makes me do this.

To free us from the Turks.

I have inside me...

There is another love in me that
consumes my thoughts and my body.

Don't you want to continue
your prayer, my child?

I cannot ask Jesus for forgiveness as
I am unable to live without that sin.

Then you have to love your sin.

I love Jacques de Cloyes.

I know.

With sinful desire.

Does he know that you love him?

No, Father! He must not know!

And does he love you too?

His heart feels differently.
He is chosen by God.

He shall guide us to Jerusalem.

So he loves me in the exact
way he loves the others.

He has to support all
who believe in the aim.

Did you know that no one ever reached
Jerusalem? No king, no knight. No one.

Jacques knows the way.

Do you believe these defenseless
children will ever reach Jerusalem...

...and free the grave of the Lord?

Yes, Father! Jacques will guide us.

Your sins are forgiven, Maud.

There is no penance as grieving
for your love is penance enough.

May Jesus Christ, our saviour,
who died for us on the cross...

have mercy on you and henceforth live in
your heart where Jacques held the place.

In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Amen.

He will never love me.

Don't cry, Maud.

Please don't.

Jacques, why are you
different from the others?

Why don't you join
me for a dance?

Don't you like me?

I thought that you
liked me a little.

I do like you.

I mean do you like me
more than the others?

Why do you want to know?

So you like someone
else more than me?

- Maud!
- Robert calls for you.

I wish you would be
a little more like him.

He always wants to be with me.

Aren't you bored this alone?

I am used to being alone.

Don't you get sad?

Sometimes.

Don't you like anyone?

He is waiting for you.

Where have you been?

- You know that I love you, Maud.
- Yes.

And I will always.

I cannot love you, Robert.

I know. So I'll wait
until you can.

I will always love
him. Always.

Come home. It's
cold out here.

Please leave me alone.

I'm a bad son, Father. But I have not
always been. I worked at the mill.

My father is old and
I should help him.

So why did you
neglect your duty?

- I love a girl from my village.
- I understand.

You left her to join this crusade.

No, Father. I only
joined to follow her.

She is small and fragile. She
needs someone to protect her.

We only walked for five days
and she's already that tired.

It's Maud, Father.

I understand. You followed her
and she followed Jacques.

Yes, because she loves him.

Not me.

And for the words he spoke
coming down from his cabin.

Only she understood.

We hadn't seen
him in three days.

He didn't want to
speak to anyone.

- He lived on his own.
- Yes, he's a foundling.

Maud's father raised him. Later he built
a cabin on the hill next to the village.

He wanted to live alone.

Not only was he more handsome
than us, he was kind of strange too.

We asked ourselves why he wouldn't
want to see others or speak to anyone.

He had been in his
cabin all the time.

Then, on the third evening, he suddenly
stood on the hill holding a cross.

He descended to us.

Listen to me.

Almighty God has
sent me a message.

A message for us all.

He revealed to me that the
Christian children must have mercy...

...on Jerusalem, which lies in the
pagan hands of the Turks...

Much unlike blind and heartless
kings, counts and knights.

Because above all powers
of earth and sea...

...the innocence and the trusting
faith of children are able...

...to achieve the greatest works.

God, our Lord, commanded me
to give you this message.

I thought he had gone crazy.

And I could swear that
all thought the same.

I felt that he couldn't
repeat his announcement.

He failed.

And I knew that we
would abandon him.

To leave him to his confusion...

...and his loneliness.

Have mercy on
the holy land.

And on the lonely
grave of Jesus.

Don't, Maud!

What did she say to you?

I don't remember one word.

No one does.

And what about Jacques?

No one remembers.

Not even Maud?

No one could repeat her words.

Nevertheless they worked wonders
as we followed Jacques all the same.

I'd wish I was rich, Maud.

Why so?

I'd buy you a palace.

Please forgive me, Robert.
I... I... I am so foul.

Why don't you dance?

Robert, come dance with me.
Oh, I see you're not in the mood.

You're a baboon.

All world knows that
she loves Jacques.

Why creeping after her?

- A real man would...
- I am a man, otherwise I'd slap you.

I'll visit your sweet Jacques.

I can imagine he'd
appreciate it.

I want Jacques, Maud.
And I get what I want.

Have fun, Maud.

Have a nice evening.

While I listened to your confession
I realised that I was praying.

Lord, give me enough faith, hope
and love so I may help this boy.

Are you doubting the
success of this crusade?

Father, I hope that
we reach Jerusalem.

You have to believe it. Faith
is able to move mountains.

I want to believe it, Father.

The wish for faith does always emerge
from sorrow, grief and forlornness.

Amen.

Do you remember me?

Yes.

You declined to walk with me,
so I am walking with you now.

- Which horse do you want?
- None.

- But you need a horse.
- I walk like the others.

You are the leader of the crusade.
You've got to ride in front. Take it.

No.

If you accept, I'll
ride by your side.

I'll obey all of
your commands.

Please Jacques, do it. The count would
do the same, if he was still alive.

No, I walk like the others.
You may ride if it pleases you.

- You are Jacques de Cloyes.
- Yes.

These are all the
children of my village.

I told them about you.

And about the grave of Jesus.

They all wanted to join
you. Please speak to us.

We want to look at you
and listen to your words.

- God almighty has sent me a message...
- Now you! - What?

- You are to confess!
- What about Jacques?

It's your turn.

Well...

I don't want to disturb you.

Well, my child...

I am ready to listen to you.

- Blanche.
- Blanche.

I am waiting, Blanche.

What shall I tell this old man?

He is fat and filthy.

What does he know about love.

Jacques chased you off.

How do you know?

He chased you off.

With whom does he sleep?

Do you know the girl?

What does she look like?

Tell me...

...is she prettier than me?

I think about Jacques
day and night.

Help me to forget him.

Undress.

Who are you?

Undress.

Did you bear him in mind?

Yes.

Me too.

Do you know who
is in his shelter?

My master and protector:
Count Ludovic.

Well, child. Don't you have anything
to confess but your silence?

I didn't intend confessing
to you, old man.

So you choose to leave me without
your sins being forgiven?

I do what I want.
I am unaccountable.

- Why don't you confess?
- Let me go!

- You should know better!
- Go back!

I can't stand his voice.
He croaks like a frog.

I'll slay you like a
hen, if you don't.

- Should I talk about Jacques?
- Leave Jacques out of this.

Lie if you have to. But confess and be
forgiven. Become like the others.

And if he does not absolve me?

- Then Jacques will chase you off.
- That monk makes me ill. He stinks.

Go now!

Forgive me, dear and hoar Father.

Dear and hoar Father.
I stink like a goat.

Forgive me, hoar Father, for not willing
to confess my shameful fleshly sins.

The longing for love is
not necessarily shameful.

You must think I am dishonest and vain,
but I am afraid to confess my sins...

...as they include the sins of others too.

I wouldn't have said a word now,
and it's hard for me to speak,...

...but Count Alexis, my future
husband, has commanded me to.

He convinced me to
confess everything I know.

I swear that Jacques, who calls
himself Jacques de Cloyes...

You shall only speak of yourself.

Father, I am the only one knowing
the truth about Jacques.

He is no longer an innocent
boy. He just pretends to be.

But I know exactly, what he
does by night in his shelter.

I swear, Father, I swear it.
Please believe me.

Well, I'll tell you and you
judge for yourself.

Once there was a wedding.

I thought he didn't dare to come, so
I ascended to his shelter to pick him up.

It was so quiet up there.

I thought that he was asleep
and called out to him.

Hoar Father, he left his
shelter nearly undressed.

That is no sin.

Then I saw pious Maud,
and I saw her very clearly.

- She lay naked on his filthy
goat-skins. - Stop it!

- Maud, who always pretends to be so
pious and pure. - Stop it now!

Why should I stop, Father?

- You don't seem to like my confession.
- I don't like your lies, Blanche.

- I don't want to listen to your lies.
- How do you know that those are lies?

I know what you think. You think
I'm dishonest, vain and evil.

But I wouldn't be if
Jacques would love me.

My poor, despaired child.

I believe that you
are very distressed.

- You can tell by looking at me?
-Yes.

I would abandon everything
evil in me if only he loved me.

I love him for he is
pure and innocent.

For he is better than me. And
for he is lonely on this earth.

Don't cry no more. A child that has lost
the way is looking for the right path.

What is the right path?

I became a bit doubtful, but I put
all my hope into these children.

Father, what is the right path?

God.

Father, I lied to you.

Everything I told you was a lie.

What I said about
Jacques and Maud.

The only genuine thing
is that I love him.

In the name of the Father, and
the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Send me Jacques de Cloyes.

He sends for Jacques.

Here, take the coat. I won't
wear it while confessing.

Give me the child.

My name is Alexis Melissen.

I have to listen to
Jacques de Cloyes first.

I am from Greece.

You may confess
to me later, son.

I was born in Byzantium.

First I have to talk to the one
leading you to Jerusalem...

My parents were
killed by crusaders.

I'll listen to you later, son.

I was 14 when I realized the truth
about the man I lay next to.

How old are you now?

He was obsessed with me.

First I have to hear Jacques. I feel
responsible for those following him.

He must confess
his sins before you.

He has no sins, Father.

I believe you, son. But he has to
attest his innocence, not you.

I am no longer worth
walking by his side, Father.

In God's name, allow
me to confess.

The burden of my sins got too
heavy. I can't carry it alone anymore.

I am filled with guilt and
shame. Sick of my desires.

Numbed by the scent of death.

Like I would feel the blood of my
parents on my lips and my hands.

I was 8 years old...

...when Christian knights, who
vowed to free Jerusalem...

...assaulted the walls of Byzantium.

They raided homes and
slaughtered people in their beds.

My parents were...

Go on. I'll listen, my son.

Amongst those knights
was Count Ludovic de Vend�me.

The lord of Chartre and Cloyes.

The man who made me his possession
and who haunts my soul.

Go on.

He saved my life.

I do listen, my son.

He took me to Vend�me, became
my custodian and father...

...and made me his heir.

He said he wanted to give his share in
atoning for the crimes of crusaders.

That was all I knew about him...

...until the day I turned 14. That day
I found out the truth about him.

That he had murdered my
parents with his own hands.

You're lying!
Take it back!

- You lie!
- I don't lie!

Say that you're lying!

No.

He saved my life!

- May it be so, but he murdered
Greeks the most! - You're lying!

In Byzantium? - Yes, in Byzantium.
He was the only survivor.

Enough! Be quiet!

Take him away
or I'll kill him!

Alexis, are you mad?

Come on! Out of there!
Give me your hand!

Take him away
or I'll kill him!

Do you love your
master so blindly?

Go now, my child.

He came to the edge of the bath.

He stood there looking at me.

He brought a present...

...a purple crusader's coat.

It is your birthday.

You're a man now!

- Is it true that you murdered
my parents? - Yes.

- Alexis.
- Yes.

I don't want to
know who told you.

I am satisfied with
you being with me.

I murdered them. We vowed
to free the grave of the Lord.

We believed that
everything we did was right.

It was the product
of my blinded faith.

I never reached Jerusalem.

And now, by holding you, I seal the
gates to Jerusalem once more.

My dark love for you is stronger
than everything within me.

The Gates to Jerusalem will only
open to those of pure mind.

I always knew he didn't love me.

He only wanted to own you.

I knew that he would leave me
often, and I hated him for that.

He was possessed by his vices.

Yes, but nevertheless he
always returned to me.

But one day...

...one day on the banks
of the Loire...

Alexis.

Although he said that he
loved me I knew that he lied.

He demanded love, but
was unable to give it.

I felt pity for him.

I knew what he thought. Everything
besides unjustice and shame is nothing.

Hundreds of consuming desires
emerge from one fulfilled desire.

The acts emerging from pure
wishes will end in ignominy.

Maybe there is no
pure desire.

He was a prisoner of his desires...

...a prisoner of his body
and his thoughts.

He always looked for forgiveness, chased
every trace of an exit to no avail.

Until awakening comes...

...when every man will again be
alone, more alone than ever before...

...in definite desertion.

Suddenly I felt anxiety.
I felt forlorn.

He didn't return.

I wanted to look for him.

I never chased him, but I felt
that he was with someone...

...that would take him
away from me forever.

- Did the Count answer?
- No, a shepherd boy.

- What was the name? - Of the village?
- Of the shepherd! - I didn't ask.

- Did you find the count?
- Only the shepherd's cabin.

- Was the count there?
- No!

What did really happen
up there, son?

I lay down quite next
to the cabin...

Jacques chased you off!

How do you know?

He chased you off.

With whom does he sleep?

Do you know the girl?

What does she look like?

Tell me...

...is she prettier than me?

I think about Jacques
day and night.

Help me to forget him.

Undress!

Who are you?

Undress!

He chased you off.

Help me to forget him.

When I awoke at dawn, I was still
holding her. This foreign body.

No!

No!

Why do you hit me?

For I slept with this girl?

Or because you had to lie to me
while hiding in Jacques' cabin?

I am sorry.

Take it.

That was the last time
he embraced me.

I knew there was another one and
that I no longer belonged to his life.

Later that morning we rode
along the banks of the Loire.

We rode in silence.

Alexis.

Yes, Master, I am here.

You can't undo the things done.

But when there are evil things
going on between two humans...

When do you want
me to leave?

I'll equip you according
to your status.

When do I have to go?

I can't remember
what he said then.

I only understood that
I had to leave his life!

I felt like his property that
grew worthless to him.

Therefore he preferred to
hate me instead of himself.

I hated him for that.

But I hated myself too.

For being devoted to him.

This is my wish, don't
try to change it.

I could have saved him for
I am a good swimmer.

But I didn't.

I thought that now I
would be free, so be it.

But as it happened, I didn't feel a bit
of relief or grief. Only coldness.

I wasn't free.

Father, there's nothing
left to confess.

- You must not conceal anything, son!
- Yes, Father.

- Do you wish to go silently next to me
to make it easier to recollect? - Yes.

I too... I love Jacques. Although
I don't know if it's my love...

...or if it comes from you.
Out of nothingness.

As a mirror of your love.

You could love Jacques, the one
you knew nothing about...

...but you couldn't love me, the
one you knew everything about.

You still thought about him
sinking into deadly waters.

You sank to the ground with the
picture of Jacques in your eyes.

Are you alone?

- As you can see. - Are you
looking for Count Ludovic?

Should I stay out here?

Come in.

- This is where you sleep?
- Yes.

You asked if I was looking
for Count Ludovic.

I don't. As you can't
look for the dead.

- Couldn't you save him? - It happened
too quickly. He sank like a stone.

Go away!

Don't you want
to come with me?

Will this miserable
man hit us again?

He is dead. He is
in a heavy coffin.

His only doing is to rot.

Jacques chased you off.

Yes.

Do you want to
come with me?

Where to?

Wherever I may go.

Yes.

No one will ever fuck
you better than I do.

Now I was the lord of Chartre.
And I took Blanche with me.

To the Chateau de Vend�me.
I had everything one can possess.

But I was filled with the thought
that something's got to happen.

Father, there is nothing
left to confess.

- Absolve me from my sins.
- Do you regret your sins, -on?

- I regret the Count didn't kill me
along with my parents. - Son!

Father, absolve me
from my sins.

I heard so many lies, so much truth.
So much silence that I fear...

...this crusade might be a
dream of delusive hope.

What shall I do
with this knowledge?

As I absolve you I beg for
forgiveness of my sins too.

May God in his mercy
forgive us both.

In the name of the Father, and
the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

And now I want to listen
to Jacques de Cloyes.

Thank you, son.

Father, please spare
Jacques confessing.

I cannot. I must
have him confess.

You listened to everyone
of us. Make an exception.

- Didn't God make an exception
with him already? - Yes.

Therefore I beg you to bless
him without confessing.

- Then all will know that he's innocent.
- I really want to believe that, son.

He's holy, Father.
He is chosen by God.

Then God will reveal his plan
through Jacques' words...

...and hope and reliance may
fill my heart again.

- My name is Jacques.
- Ah, Jacques de Cloyes.

I am named 'Jacques de Cloyes',
I don't know if I was born there.

I know neither
father nor mother.

I was found at the church on the day
of St. Jacques, so I got the name.

My life began after God talked to me.
I couldn't sleep, then I heard a voice.

I heard every word in
the dark, it said: 'Jacques...

'...leave this place. Go away and lead
the Christian children to Jerusalem.'

The first man telling me about Jerusalem
was Count Ludovic de Vend�me.

I only saw him once.

Three days before
God spoke to me.

Only three days before
God spoke to you?

Yes. It was in the evening. 'He is not
happy', that's what I thought.

Who are you?

A shepherd, my lord!

And what is your name?

Jacques.

- This is your cabin?
- Yes, my lord.

Where are your companions?

They sleep in the village.

Are you cold?

No. I like to stare
into the fire.

Have you lost your
way, my Lord?

Yes.

- Do you know where Chartre is?
- There, in the direction of the Pole Star.

Have you been to Chartre?

Never. But I'd love
to see the church.

The one Count Ludovic builds.

People say it will be the
most glorious on earth.

Count Ludovic?
Who is that?

Who is that? Our Lord,
he owns this country.

- Only that? - No, much more,
above that he's a crusader.

He vowed to free Jerusalem from
the heathens, and he will.

There's a celebration
in our village.

You could stay there for
the night, if you'd like.

I'd prefer to be your guest.

My guest? But my cabin
is shabby, my Lord.

Don't you like it?

On the contrary.
I love it.

So your love makes it rich!

Love can do everything.
Believe me.

Love.

Answer that call.

My footboy will be
here in short time.

If he asks if a knight passed by, answer
him that he went on to Chartre.

And you, my Lord?

I'll wait in your cabin.

My footboy is aware that
I sometimes love to be alone.

- He will find me in Chartre.
- Hide, my Lord.

Did you call?

Yes, it was me.

What is your name?

Jacques.

I am Alexis Melissen.

Did a knight pass by?

Yes, around dusk.

So?

He asked for the
way to Chartre.

More?

I told him 'There, in the
direction of the Pole Star.'

Did he leave a long time ago?

Yes, he was in a hurry.

You know exactly
that he's gone?

Don't you believe me?

You told the truth.

Count Ludovic was
indeed in a hurry.

Or he would never have
left that behind, Jacques.

Goodbye.

We will meet again.

- Thank you. - I knew you were a knight,
but not that you're that mighty.

Mighty?

Your image of Ludovic is so different
to the Ludovic standing here.

You are richer than me.

You are young and innocent. Your eyes
tell that you've got a pure soul.

And you're beautiful. Have
you heard that before?

Not in that way.

- Don't you like to hear it? - You could
do nothing I wouldn't like, my Lord.

It's late. Bedtime.

He said 'As I rode through the woods,
the world seemed only miserable.'

'The human being a lost creation.
Life without hope.'

'But as I saw you by the fire,
I knew it's not that definite.'

'Be aware of your richness. You
give hope by just being present.'

I just wanted to say that he didn't
know me when I heard someone.

What do you want? Are
you looking for someone?

Who I am looking for?

I looked for you, Jacques.
Don't you want to kiss me?

All are dancing and silly Maud
cries for she can't stare at you.

But I am different.

I wouldn't be satisfied
with that alone.

I want you completely.

Invite me to your cabin.

Do with me whatever
you want. I will obey.

Go away.

Are you afraid?
I know how it works.

I am yet a woman.

I'll show you.

Go away.

- There's someone in your cabin.
- No.

You lie!

Wait and see...

...you'll be kneeling at my feet.

Was that your girl?

- I don't have a girl.
- Why not?

I don't know. Maybe because
I am not in love with any of them.

Just the more they love you.

Well, I don't know.

Are you falling asleep?

No.

Are your parents still alive?

I don't know.
I'm a foundling.

I want to have a son like you.

He could achieve what I can't.

- You don't know me. - If I did I
couldn't project my desires on you.

I can't love what I know.

And it is so hard to love
what you don't know.

I wished he would
embrace me like a father.

He didn't.

He lay there and talked.

Although I didn't understand all,
I am able to recite every word.

'A Christian can achieve great works...'

'...but whatever he
wants to achieve...'

...must fade facing the
greatest task - Jerusalem.

And in Jerusalem the
lonely grave of Christ.

- Are you asleep?
- No, my lord.

God revealed to me that facing the
blindness of kings, counts and knights...

...the Christian children must
have mercy on Jerusalem.

For above all powers of earth
and sea, the trusting faith...

...and the innocence of children
are able to achieve the greatest works.

Is Jerusalem very far?

Further as you can imagine...

...but very close the same.

Every conquest was a
grave for hope.

Is it true that the gates of
Jerusalem are golden?

I never saw them
and I never will.

But if you imagine them golden...

...they might as well be so.

Sleep now.

- I'll return.
- I'll wait for you, my Lord.

It was no dream.

Thank God.
It was no dream.

I heard his voice every night.

That facing the blindness of
kings, counts and knights...

...the Christian children must
have mercy on Jerusalem...

...which lies in the pagan
hands of the Turks.

Jacques, my son. This crusade
will never reach Jerusalem...

...for the voice guiding you is
not divine, but human.

You are the only one I can't absolve
although you didn't hide anything.

Beloved children.
Listen to me.

You must not go on.
I can't bless you.

I can't account for
continuing this.

You have to go back.
Return to your villages.

I forbid you to follow
Jacques de Cloyes...

...the one I can't absolve,
although his mind is pure...

...but the voice he heard
was not the voice of God.

I can't bless this crusade.

Alexis!

Turn around!

I command you to go back.
Return to your villages!

You'll never reach Jerusalem.
This is a crusade of the devil.

A dispraise of God.
Your way is hopeless.

Follow me! I'll guide
you to your homes.

But if you follow him, your
way leads to perdition.

Turn around, beloved children. You
must not follow Jacques de Cloyes.

Follow me.
Listen to me.

Believe me! I'll guide
you to your homes.

Oh Lord, please help me.

Don't go on. Please stop.
Turn around!

Oh Lord, can't you spare
me this bitterness?

Turn around!
Turn around!

Stop! Please stop!

My children...

...my beloved children.

I forgive you, my children.

I bless you as hope is
leading you. Hope...

Truth kills hope, not the lie.

Move! Leave me alone!
Go with them!

My beloved children.

They never reached Jerusalem.

Many have died from fever...

...and many have drowned in the sea.

The ones surviving were
sold into slavery.

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