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THE 9TH CENTURY.
THE MIDDLES AGES ARE UNDERGOING

ONE OF ITS DARKEST
AND MOST VIOLENT PERIODS.

THE ADVANCE OF ISLAM
HAD BEEN HALTED IN THE PYRENEES,

CREATING LARGE UNPOPULATED AREAS
DUE TO A WAR THAT SEEMED UNENDING.

I do not know if I am ready.

You are not alone. God goes with you.

Turn to Him in moments of doubt.

He shall watch over you, always.

Sister, calm yourself.

I shall ensure that
you shall always be protected.

This is Emma, daughter of Guifré.

As of today,
she is the abbess of this convent.

I am here to fulfil my father's wish

to repopulate these lands
and to spread the faith.

I hope that together,
we can achieve this end.

We were expecting you.

Abbess...

So young!

You are very young.

From childhood, you have been
under the protection of the diocese.

Yes, that is so.

Then you know nothing of life.

And 'tis good that it stays that way.

Ignorance helps preserve innocence.

And that shall keep you far from sin.

When do you think I could go outside?

What for?

It was my father's wish
to repopulate these lands.

You are the abbess of this place.

That decision is yours alone.

Once you finish the dishes,
you can help Hipona.

- I have other duties, Sister Águeda.
- Do them once you finish here.

Do you oversee the kitchen?

No, but...

I like being here.

Ever since I was a child.

'Tis warm...

And there is always something to eat.

Why do so few sisters
eat in the refectory?

Some have specific tastes...

And...

They prefer to eat in their cells.

Have you ever been outside the abbey?

One enters here to never leave.

Then you know nothing
of the people outside?

They appear to be in need.

Yes.

Would you come with me?

Think if any other sisters
could come with us.

Coming!

I do not believe anyone else shall come.

Captain! Captain!

Please, let us pass...

Good intentions are short-lived...

What did you hope to find
beyond those gates?

The fate entrusted to me by my father.

Virtue is found within the abbey.

My fate lies beyond the walls.
To repopulate these lands.

You aspire to greatness,

yet you allow a lowly soldier
to order you about in front of everyone?

You let them question the authority
of your lineage and your vocation!

You had best forget
what lies beyond those walls.

Can I count upon the sisters
to carry out my mission?

None were brought here
to repopulate anything.

Only so their families
could live in peace and safety.

No... I do not understand your meaning.

When Hipólita was young,

she was sent here
to avoid "inappropriate inclinations".

Then there's Águeda...
No man took to her.

Too many years passed
without finding a husband.

Valeria, for being a hunchback.

Then the Widow Eufrasia.
None of her children would take her.

Next to none of us
are here of our own volition.

Far from earthly matters,
the closer we become to God.

I see...

I thought God was everywhere.

May I know where you're going?

Might I know your name, rank,
and who you are the son of?

Étienne is my name.

But they call him "Dog Killer".

Shut it, you filthy rat!

I am a captain,
under your brother's orders.

But before, I served the King of France,

the Count of Tours,
and another important lord.

I am the son of Pierre,
a landless peasant from Toulouse.

But the last time I saw him,
he was a swineherd for an important man.

And... do you know who I am?

Then...

How dare you...

...a soldier of fortune,
the son of a landless peasant,

give orders to the Abbess of San Juan,
the daughter of the Count of Guifré.

Open the gates.

You won't find nothin' good there!

Only evil!

We bring you succour.

You've brought food?

We bring you the word of God.

- Don't touch him.
- What do you want?

- We did not mean to frighten you...
- Get out.

Run! Get out of here!

- Go!
- We are sorry.

- Away with you!
- Our apologies...

- Get out of here, witches!
- Witches!

- Are you all right?
- Yes, we're fine...

- Are you unharmed?
- No, we are fine.

- We thought that...
- 'Tis fine.

What is your name?

Clara.

You cannot stay here.

You should return to your family.

I have no family, m'lady.

Where do you come from?

I used to live in a valley,
up in the mountains.

Alone?

- With my parents and seven siblings.
- Where are they now?

They're all dead, m'lady.

Was it the Moors?

It shall be dark soon.

Let her sleep amongst the servants.

Wash her first.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done...

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven...

Be quiet!

Quiet...

You should have ordered them
to leave the forest.

That would only add
to their misfortunes...

Have no compassion for them.
They are not your concern.

Give up on going outside.
There won't always be soldiers nearby.

I was taught to trust in providence.

And also to be prudent.

'Tis not your place
to be wandering the byways.

Sister, is it not hard,
living such a secluded life?

Do not worry about me.
Life shall soon return to these lands.

And so the bishop says
you shall help me?

Just so.

My brother says
I should not help these people,

nor count on them
to repopulate these lands.

He says they are dangerous savages.

What do you think?

More than anything,
they are hungry, dispossessed people

who have lost all hope.

But they are Christians.

A few are, yes.

But the majority of them
cling still to pagan superstitions.

And among them are Mohammedans
merely feigning their conversions.

If they are so needy and abandoned,
does it not make sense to help?

Christ always stood by the needy.

Then I trust
I may rely on your aid also.

...that trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Fear not. I am but a sleepless nun.

Many nights I hear you wandering.
What torments you?

My salvation.

As well as yours,
and that of the other sisters.

- Sounds like a heavy burden.
- 'Tis what I have chosen.

Do not look upon me with hostility.
I have never wished you ill.

I would have liked to have been friends.

- We could be, in adoration of Christ.
- Am I not worthy as I am?

I never see you in prayer.

And I do nobody any harm.

You condemn your soul
in the house of God, Eloísa.

Do not judge my soul. Worry about yours.

I shall see to my own...

What are you doing?
Come inside! You'll fall sick!

Do you not hear me?

What were you doing, out in the snow?

Do you want to catch a fever?

I was calling on God,
to ask about His silence.

I am glad you are not thinking to leave.

I only sought answers.
I hope for God to tell me.

Perhaps, if they are given food,
they would remember to thank God.

Nobody asked you.

Oh my days...

Can you come help me?

Here might be easier.

Maybe here as well...

And what do you think?

I am surprised.

- By what?
- Seeing nuns use hoes.

Would you prohibit this?

They are planting seeds.

To know what fruit they bear,
we must wait for them to grow.

I shall ask the diocese
to provide resources.

I hope when you return next year,
all these efforts will make sense.

Where did you get those?

They were a gift.

- From whom?
- Sister Eloísa.

They are very pretty.

We shall soon celebrate the new year.
You can wear them then.

We are leaving.

Have you seen Clara?

- We are leaving...
- Have you seen Clara?

Yes, perfect. This will do.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Brothers and sisters,
let us give thanks to the Lord.

This is all a family needs
to sustain themselves.

If this rain keeps up,

the ground will soften up,
then we can plough it.

Thank you, m'lady.

You have saved my family
from hunger and death.

Plots are filling up.
People are returning.

Yes...

But we only have resources
for a few more families.

- More wine?
- Please.

If you are sick of cabbage soup,
you may join us at our table.

Come in. We have books.

Do you like Horace?
There are also books on plants.

Or maybe music?
My entire soul is in this cell...

Come back when you please...

All of us were alarmed by the urgency

with which you called us here
from so very far away.

No need for concern.

Your daughters are well.

The reason for such urgency...

...is because the harshest period
of winter approaches.

We are running low on provisions
to be able to give out the food...

...that many poor families
receive throughout the day.

I thought, in order to resolve
these necessities here and now...

...all the stipends you send
periodically to your daughters

could be sent directly to the abbey.

This would then be redistributed,
to meet the needs of all...

...according to what is deemed fair.

It is all written down here.

We need fabric
with which to make clothing...

Tools and seeds
to cultivate the earth...

As well as weapons,
so the commonfolk can defend themselves

from possible Saracen attacks.

My most-loving Abbess...

I believe I speak for all when I say,

I fear it is not be possible
to fulfil your wishes.

At best, we could discuss
making an extraordinary donation

so that those you protect
may survive the winter.

But our daughters are here to serve God.

And we already pay for their upkeep.

I believe this should suffice.

We all know why your daughters are here.

The abbey is a discreet, remote location

that has reconciled them with God.

And with society.

Reconciliation for these women,
but above all, for their families.

Perhaps this is so.

But this shall not change our decision.

If not to alleviate hunger,
at least do it to save your daughters.

From "what" must we save them?

From sin.

A vow of poverty
shall bring them closer to God.

I know many of them
came here to answer for their sins.

And it pains me to confess,
they have fallen back into sin.

A good part of the blame lies with
the pampering your money enables.

The salvation of their souls
is more a matter for you, not us.

My...

My request is for the good of all.
And for this end alone.

I apologise for having you
travel so far for so little.

I am truly sorry.
I now realise my error.

The road has been long.
I do not wish you a wasted journey.

Wait...

Wait!

Let me inform your daughters,
so they may return alongside you.

They no longer belong in this abbey.

I shall fetch them.
They will not take long.

Please, your patience...

May we continue our discussion?

What is this?

We shall also require a cow.

How is Eloísa?

Your daughter is well.

Do you wish to see her?

I would like to, but I do not believe
it would be easy for either of us.

And when will these rules
come into effect?

Immediately.

I admire what you do for those people.

And I am taken back by your success...

But this is your calling.

Not all of us are willing
to walk the same path as you.

This is not my calling.

And there is but one path.
The path of obedience.

Sister, we have always been respectful.
And we shall continue to be respectful.

I do not understand why
you wish to sacrifice our freedom

and why you wish to impose
your way of serving God.

Because this abbey has forgotten God.

He must have forgotten us,
by abandoning us here.

You are in His house.
You shall follow His commandments.

Who do you think you are?

Without my father's money,

your father would never
have been able to fight his wars.

I shall not follow in your madness,
nor alter this life I did not choose!

This is an abbey. Not a prison.

Leave, if you so wish.

You are leaving again?

Yes.

I just need a few days to add
new settlements and paths to the maps.

Read me what you were reading.

I was only ever taught to write my name.

"And God saw that the light was good.

And God separated
the light from the darkness."

It seems like the work of the Devil...

So much life is so few words.

I won't take up more of your time.

You have a long journey ahead.

He is the first man to come by
since she first came to the abbey.

At first, we almost never saw him.
But now...

He almost never leaves.

It seems the abbess has priorities
beyond farming and the needy!

Oh yes...

That bread is not made
for the abbess to eat.

She is more an object than a woman.
If you cut her, she would not bleed.

Hurry up!

Careful. That's it...

More to the right... Easy, easy!

Hey, careful!

That's fine.

The rope, Ismael.

- Ismael, the rope!
- Sorry...

- Excuse me.
- Worry not.

Yes?

How was it?

All is well.

The first harvests
have been carried out.

And the people are grateful.

Now I must draw up plans,
mark out paths, sites...

...to create a registry for it all.

- Will this take a long time?
- It shall indeed.

But luckily, I have been offered help.

This person seems to be
educated and hard-working.

Supposedly, they write well
and know the basics of arithmetic.

I am glad.

- What glad tidings.
- Yes.

I hope to meet them soon.

You already have.
She is a sister at this convent.

Sister Eloísa.

- I see you are pleased with this aid.
- I am.

'Tis most difficult to find a woman
of such knowledge and intelligence.

The majority of sisters
are unable to even read a missal...

Such as myself.

That is not what I meant to say...

Sit. There is much to discuss.

I do not know
if this is how you want it.

Not only quick, but you write well too.

My father had me learn,
like my brothers.

He was a trader.
Accounts needed to be kept.

He would take me on his journeys,
when I was but a child.

Once we went to Barbastro,
to the land of the Moors.

A city unlike any here.

The Mohammedans are infidels...

Yet they are more cultured
and sophisticated.

Surely you have travelled also?

What makes you think this?

You are not like the others.

You see beyond the horizon.

I studied in Rome for two years.
Then two more in Toulouse.

There are also craftsmen
working across the abbey.

There is no doubt
you have achieved much.

Nothing is impossible with God.

Everything happens
in accordance with His will.

How is my brother?
He has not visited in a long time.

He is busy defending the border.

Moorish incursions are now frequent.

He is also worried
by what others whisper about you.

What do you mean?

Not everyone fully understands
why the nuns are so active.

I...

I am just fulfilling my promise.
And I have never renounced virtue.

So it would seem.

Your fortitude is... commendable.

I hope you are also tending
to the salvation of your own soul.

I must say, at times...

...I am weak.

I need confession.

At times, I feel within me...

I feel restless.

And I cannot escape
certain overwhelming thoughts.

Thoughts such as...?

I flee them
before they take shape, but...

They cannot be good.

Do you know what provokes them?

It is as though my body...

...clamours for needs
of which I myself am unaware.

There is also this feeling of solitude.
I cannot share with anyone...

...my doubts, my fears.

These feelings hound me.

Jesus suffered temptation.
Why would you not also?

Share this suffering with Christ.

I grow closer to Him
through the pain I inflict on myself.

Only this grants me respite.

May I have more? I am done already.

Those were the last ones.

You leave tomorrow?

I shall miss these days,
when my aid proved useful.

Do you require further assistance?

No, you have already helped me greatly.

Only I can make sense of these numbers.

By your side, time passes quickly.

You helped me return to my youth,
to all the things I had left behind.

You need not exhaust your life
serving the abbess.

I do not do this for the abbess.

Well, not for her alone.

Spreading the faith in this land...

'Tis a mission we all share.

But all this is for her.
Such a dull, lifeless woman.

But for those of us
who have travelled, read...

We know the fruits of this world.

And 'tis no great evil
to consume them in moderation.

They give life its sweetness.

I...

I do not understand you.

I still... have much to do.

Look...

I tremble also.

We are both consumed by the same fever.

'Tis clear we seek the same remedy.

I seek only God's grace.

'Tis not God's grace you seek.

You seek in vain.
The abbess will never be yours.

Those waters are dead.

Spare my belongings!

Why?

Enough! Do not touch my belongings!

Not all of it! Not that!

You should not be here...

You must be very wary of men.

They are impure by nature.

I don't think so.

I don't remember my father
or brothers being like that.

You are still young and innocent.

But you will later discover that
men only have a single thing in mind.

Are you talking about fornication?
As far as I know, women enjoy it too.

'Tis a sin!

For nuns, it is.

But if it was a sin,

God wouldn't've made it necessary
in order to have children.

And I want to have a lot of children.

Take this.

You may keep it.

'Tis of no use to me in this convent.

I don't know what good
it'll do me either.

'Tis a gift.

For the new year.

Thank you.

Your brother is here.

The recent assaults have been unending.

We must stand fast before more come.

I shall bolster the abbey's protections.

Do as you see fit.

You must abandon
your repopulation efforts.

There is still much to be done.

'Tis dangerous.

It has always been so.

Moreover, the people regard
the abbey's actions as improper.

What do you mean?

You are my sister.
I intend to protect you.

You must return to seclusion,
as is expected of nuns.

I do not understand.

Some nobles protest the levies
taken by the church.

- You have no authority to tax them.
- They are not taxes.

They are their daughters' stipends.

People are talking.

Never have nuns mingled with commoners
as if at a marketplace!

Nor do I approve.

The King and the Pope are aware.
I count with their approval.

I did not know
you kept such friendships.

Our father entrusted me to them.
And to them I owe obedience.

Do I fail in this also?

I had best continue my journey tonight.

The border must be defended.

'Tis not a woman's place
to idle on roadsides.

At some point,
whoever plays with fire gets burned.

Safe travels, brother.

We shall pray for success
in all your endeavours.

See what came of it all!

All killed by Saracens.

I shall do all I can for you.

Finish the Moriscos off.
They are to blame!

You need not look far for them.
They are here among us!

They say they are converts,
yet are still infidels!

You cannot condemn a person
for acts they did not commit.

All of us are equal in the eyes of God.

Prayers alone are not enough.

Prayers alone are not enough...

Prayers alone are not enough!

You must expel the Moriscos,
until they cease with their attacks.

One must judge people by their actions.

They are what decide
who is a good or bad Christian.

Your position is seen as weakness
among the commonfolk.

A great many of them
already question your authority.

They do not feel safe
being led by a woman.

It goes against the laws
of both God and men.

They claim strength and violence,
what they've always known.

Word is that they've also
asked your brother for help.

We are in God's hands.

'Tis his soldiers returning peace
to the borderlands.

Not your prayers.

Come.

Get out.

You take Christians
as prisoners as well!

Where is the justice in this?

My apologies for
not being able to consult you,

before bringing
peace to these lands.

I do not understand this brutality.

I did not bring this violence.

Rather, I put an end to it.

When I got there,
many Moriscos had already died

due to people taking justice
into their own hands.

Such things always happen
when nobody imposes their authority.

I have only ordered a few hangings.

Some Moriscos, but Christians as well.

Were they guilty?

It sets an example.

This much-needed warning
shall impose calm upon them.

Now that it seems order has returned,
remove your troops from these lands.

And so I shall.

But not before I draft
the able-bodied men into my army...

No!

I am the abbess.
I do not authorise this.

Without those men, I cannot repopulate.

Give them weapons.

There is nobody better than them
to fight for their homes and families.

You would do well to return
to the service of God, not of men.

People accuse you of immorality.

The nuns relate with far too familiarity
with the commonfolk.

Regarding you in particular,

they say you are overly close
with a deacon who comes here.

I can take this convent with my men.

I only need to give the order.

That shall not be difficult,
against women alone.

This is the house of God.

How difficult it is,
to fight an army that has no soldiers...

Do not abandon us, sire.

Protect us! Protect us!

Thank you, sire...

Do not let him leave.
Who will protect us if someone attacks?

He is respected out of fear.

Before you,
only a few senile nuns bow down.

You only ever speak
with spite and resentment.

I understand why
your family expelled you.

I am not here for my spite.

I was expelled for practising
the most sung-of feeling of all time.

And I lived it in all its fullness.

I felt a man fill me with his energy,
leaving behind his seed.

I felt that seed grow within me.

And the pain
of bringing it into the world.

I heard the first desperate wails
of that oh-so-sweet being.

My son, calling for his mother.

I can consider myself a woman.

And yet you...

You have never dared to be one.

What became of the child?

I did not love the right man.

The baby was given
to a family of travellers,

wrapped in cloth, with some coins.

That is what my pious family did.

And then they locked me away here,
in this abbey...

...in order not to hear
my cries and lamentations.

When I first came here,
I was the same age as you.

The first time I saw you, so lost...

It was like seeing myself.

Clearly I was mistaken.

You think you are strong...

But you are a weak woman,
clinging to a single idea.

I shall toughen up.

Tread carefully.

Or you may well end up...

...becoming yet another wolf,
just like your brother, or my father.

Thank you, Sisters.

- There are still unfed Christians.
- Food is for those in need.

- See? Even the nuns are on your side.
- We're hungry too.

But you are not from here.

- They are in need...
- They steal our food.

- We didn't kill anyone!
- Leave! Return to your land.

This is our land.

- 'Tis all gone...
- There is no more food.

This too shall pass.

Peace shall return.

- We need to leave.
- To where?

To the other side of the border,
where our people live.

I've always lived here.
We're already with our people.

Welcome, Eduard.

We shall speak later.
I am occupied at present.

'Tis odd, seeing the deacon
so far from under my sister's robe.

Do you think it proper?

The moral and social deterioration
that has befallen the abbey?

Before, there was famine.
The land was desolate.

Now they create towns
and erect churches.

- The abbess is devout...
- 'Tis mere ambition.

She is vainglorious,
seeking to boast of her sanctity.

Is that not the sin of hubris?

Do not defend her.

Your authority is no longer
recognised by the people.

They talk more of Emma than her bishop.

You speak out of resentment.
What happened to you?

She is your sister.
You were always so close.

She now poses a threat.

Not just to myself,
but to the diocese also.

As well as undermine you,

she grows her lands
at the expense of ours.

Are we not going to rectify this?

She merely follows our orders.

Perhaps nobody thought
she would succeed, but she has.

Do we punish her conviction
to serve God?

We protect her from herself!

She has lost control of her actions.

There are plots within the abbey,
riots in her lands...

Rumors spread about her!

Trust in her. Give her time.

Your silence makes you
all the more complicit in this.

Decide whose side you are on.

What do you plan to do, exactly?

I shall make her become
what she was always meant to be.

A nun who stays in her abbey,
prostrating before God.

What do you require of me?

Was this necessary?

I hope this shall only be temporary.

But fear not! I shall see to everything.

That will only prove them right!

- They're killing our people...
- Why are we even here?

- Are you sure you have seen them here?
- Quiet!

This way!

Move.

I had to intervene,
to prevent chaos in these lands...

Which now belong to you.

That sin is known as "avarice".

Someone has to protect these people.

I am compelled
only by responsibility...

By envy.

I achieved what all said was impossible.

I must also protect you.

Sister...

See me as the brother
I have always been.

I see only your falsehood.

I have a request.

What will you do with Clara,
the girl who helps in the kitchens?

We shall take her to the city,
to be judged with the other Moriscos.

I ask that until the day you leave,
she remains imprisoned in the abbey.

Sisters, calm yourselves.
And be thankful.

We are under the Count's protection.

And as of this moment,
all shall return to normality.

Life shall return to the calm
that never should have been lost.

If you need anything, ask.

You have my word that
all shall be as it was before.

What favour does the Count owe you?

Almost all of us came here as prisoners.

We were all guilty of some crime.

And we had to lose all hope
of ever leaving this place.

But now, everyone
that accused us were far away from us.

And here, little by little,
we learned there is life also.

We rediscovered happiness.
We found friendship.

We could laugh at night once more.

What does that
have to do with the abbess?

She brought what we all thought
remained outside this place...

Guilt!

Everything that is not prayer is sin.

Now there is no laughter.

Silence and penance
have overcome the abbey.

The abbess has condemned us
once again.

And so you called on the Count
to take over the abbey?

I did no such thing.

I merely wrote him,
asking for protection from attacks,

and a return to the life
we had always lived.

I did not wish for any of this.

And I never once forgot
that the abbess is one of us also.

Everything went as I had promised.

With barely any incident or opposition.

Even easier than I had expected.

Do not get ahead of yourself.

Someone has informed the King
and the Pope of your actions.

An emissary is being sent
to rule over what has happened.

Mere formalities,
serving only to strengthen our hand.

We must see both parties
in order to reach a decision.

Neither the King nor the Pope
may commit to either of the two parties

until hearing the opposing testimonies.

Once they have spoken...

...we shall then decide
on matters of innocence and guilt.

Once all have spoken,

we shall then determine
the abbess' guilt or innocence.

And actions shall be taken accordingly.

The reality is,
chaos has spread in the monasticism

and the peasants have risen up.

Negligence has left
these lands unprotected,

thus facilitating Saracen invasions.

This abbey is now a refuge for infidels,
as I have been able to prove.

Not to mention the sisters
fraternising with commonfolk,

exposing themselves to...
inappropriate conduct.

I must say, my own sister
is a source of these murmurings.

That is why you must intervene.
It has become a necessity.

I warned the abbess, from the start,
about the problems with her ideas.

Warnings that were given
at every wrong turn.

Why do you believe the abbess
did not follow your counsel?

Hubris surpassed her reason,
enabling her blunders to prevail.

And what did the other sisters say?

The majority shared my opinion,

demanding they return
to their former way of life.

Here I have a letter
sent by one of the sisters.

You may read it for yourselves.

I feared the Count would abandon us.
That is why I wrote the letter.

You asked him to return everything
back to how it was beforehand.

We longed to return to a time

when we lived
in the seclusion of our cells.

You also say that the abbey
served as refuge for Mohammedans.

Not long ago, she brought in a girl.

Perhaps some sisters had suspicions,

but she proved useful in the kitchen
with her knowledge of herbs and plants.

She helped save many lives.

But is it not dangerous
to keep an infidel in the abbey?

'Tis no surprise that
among the craftsmen and refugees,

there are a few Mohammedans.

Even the Count
has Mohammedans in his ranks.

This is well known to all.
Most of his men are soldiers of fortune.

The emissary believes that it is time
to hear from the abbess herself.

Have you heard
what has been said of you?

What have you to add?

I know I have made mistakes...

But no undertaking is without risk.

My father lost his life taking back
these lands from the Saracens.

His final wish was for me to repopulate,
which is what I have tried to do.

There is talk of inappropriate conduct
within the convent.

The only sin in these accusations
are the slanderous tongues making them.

What more have you to say?

I was taught to obey.

And I shall abide by
the tribunal's decision.

I fear only God's justice.

The emissary says that
a few doubts remain.

These accusations are severe,

yet nobody has brought forth
conducive proof to sentence the abbess.

I ask Bishop Gotmar, as a man of God,

for his version of what transpired here.

Perhaps the guilt is not yours alone.

You only intended
to follow your father's will.

But it is not a woman's place
to govern over men.

This anomaly has brought unease
and discontent among the commonfolk.

The people demand the authority
that they have always known.

And this is the only way
to maintain order.

Authority that, undoubtedly,
rests solely in your brother's hands.

The abbess may have made mistakes,
but there is no malice in her actions.

Merely the sincerity
of her innocence and her youth.

I ask for benevolence
in judging her errors.

And I request that
she remain the head of this convent

under the condition that
she never steps foot outside it again.

Nor concern herself with matters
that transpire outside of these walls.

Maintaining, henceforth,
a strict vow of silence.

The emissary requires time
to meditate on his answer.

But this shall not take long.

A group of commonfolk
and craftsmen are outside.

They say they wish to be heard also.

If I may be allowed,
I shall put down this revolt.

No, no, no...
There is no harm in hearing them.

It is for their well-being
that we do this.

What do you want?

Sire, my name is Demetrio.

I speak for the farmers and craftsmen

who work the lands
surrounding the abbey.

They have entrusted me

because I am the only man
who can read and write.

But I am a humble painter of images.

We wish to be heard
and taken into consideration.

Winter approaches.

If the abbess does not return,
many shall die of hunger.

But are you not worried
that if the abbess returns,

then so too shall the Saracen attacks?

There have always been attacks,
and more shall come.

We do not believe she is the cause.

Many fear the Moriscos.
'Tis said that she protects them.

Sire, my mother's parents were Moriscos.

And I am not worse of a person
because of it.

Then what have you come to ask?

That the abbess
be returned to her position.

And that the Count's men
leave these lands.

They are a heavy burden to bear.
And we also fall prey to their abuses.

Very well.

You may now leave.
We have heard your words.

Thank you, sire.

Tibi aliquid dicere?

We declare the abbess to be innocent.

And we grant her immunity,
as well as the sisters of this abbey,

so that all of them remain
under the protection of the Pope

and the King of the Franks.

I shall give the order
for my men to retreat.

In a few days, we shall leave.

At that time,
I shall come for the infidel.

When can I leave this cell?

'Tis not within my power to free you.

You must leave with the Count.

Then all that's left for me
is torture and death?

I can do nothing.

All you can do is trust in Christ.

Let me escape.

Let me return to my people.

I promise, I'll cross the border.

You won't hear from me ever again.

'Tis not within my power to help you.

My duty is to protect the community.

I have failed.

I am but one woman...
alone and watched by all.

They lie in wait
to pounce upon any weakness.

I can do nothing.
You must leave with the Count, Clara.

I wanted to thank you...

For being my pillar and my friend.

The only person to listen
when none believed in my plans.

You owe me nothing.

We share the same mission.

Many things were said
during the hearing.

Some slanders still linger in the air.

Do not be worried by falsehoods.
All know you to be innocent.

What feelings do you have for me?

All I know is...

When I stand by your side,
my life now has meaning.

I do not wish to go to Rome,
nor anywhere else.

'Tis as if your dreams were my own.

Do you love me?

I do not see...

what is so wrong with...

loving someone...

...in a forthright manner.

I do not see
what can be wrong with love.

I must ask you to leave this abbey.

Leave these lands,
and never set foot here again.

I shall ensure
a recommendation is written

to aid you in your clerical career,
even in Rome.

I do not understand
how I have failed you.

You should not fear me.

I will always distance myself
from any inappropriate temptation.

'Tis not your feelings I fear.

'Tis my own.

I am weak.

I am always about to sin.
Demons torment me.

I must see to the salvation of my soul.

"Antiphon. His reign is everlasting.

And all kings will serve Him
and abide by Him.

Why are nations so violently moved?

And why are the thoughts
of the people so foolish..."

I cannot eat this.

It lacks salt.

The vegetables are undercooked.

We need Clara in the kitchen.

Will you not say anything?

Are you deaf?

Will you let them take her?

Clara is in God's hands now.

With you placing her
in the hands of her executioners?

You cannot allow this.

This is what they hope for,
for me to break the law.

They will take the abbey, and then her.

It shall all be for nothing.

Not only are you filled
with dead waters...

You are rotted and plague-ridden also!

You do whatever your brother
and the bishop want!

Sacrificing an innocent,
bending the knee...

What do you know?

'Tis I who suffers most.

Immunity extends only to the sisters,
and Clara is not one of us.

My troops are ready to leave.

Hand over the infidel.

The one you seek no longer exists.

As of now, there is only Sister Juana.

Another nun at this abbey.

And as such, she has immunity
from all earthly authorities.

THE ABBESS

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