What?
- I don't know. Too small, too light. - He'll be crushed. Killed.
No. I found a new way to heat steel. It's thinner, smaller...
...but just as strong.
What are these?
The marks of my trade should another knight admire the armor.
Twist and bend. Feel the movement.
- But eventually I will be struck. - And then death.
Do you at least have the courage to test it?
You okay?
I didn't feel a thing.
It works?
It's a miracle!
- Who's that knight? - Piers Courtenay.
He's raised taxes on his land three times this year to pay for tournament.
His people starve while he sits at banquet.
It's probably true.
Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
The Count Adhemar...
...son of Philippe de Vitry...
...son of Gilles...
...master of the free companies...
...defender of his enormous manhood...
...a shining example of chivalry...
...and champagne.
Nice work!
Bravo!
Watch every move Adhemar makes. We'll find a weakness.
Well, Colville looks fit.
- My liege...
...the second son of Sir Wallace Percival.
It is my deepest honor...
My deepest honor to present to you...
It's Edward, my lord. They're sure of it.
- The illustrious Sir Thomas Colville!
Adhemar withdrew.
To withdraw like that means one thing.
Royalty.
I'll see what I can find out.
Prepare to drop the flag.
No, no. Not yet. Wait, listen.
Musicians, announce.
- I must speak with my lord. - Then go.
See if you can beat the Second Coming.
Wait! Wait!
Colville is Edward, the Black Prince, future king of England.
He's in disguise like me so he can compete.
He's never met an enemy without victory or town he couldn't defeat.
We're English! We know who he is!
- You must withdraw. Tell them, Geoff. - Absolutely!
The lance.
Give me the lance.
Lance!
Oh, my giddy aunt.
The match is a draw.
You mad? You endanger a royal family member.
He endangers himself.
Well fought, Sir Ulrich, as in Rouen.
You also, Prince Edward.
- You knew me? - Yeah.
And still you rode?
- It's not in me to withdraw. - No. Nor me.
Though it happens.
Yes, it does.
- Good luck to you. - You also.
The winner of the mounted joust and tournament champion...
...Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
- Melt it, sell it, do whatever you do. - Yes, Your Majesty.
You're champion!
I'm not champion until I defeat Adhemar. He withdrew.
Sir Ulrich.
- Tell me what you'll wear tonight. - Nothing.
We'll cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.
Don't you get tired of putting on clothes?
She's talking about taking them off.
A flower is only as good as its petals, no?
A flower is good for nothing.
Really?
You can't eat a flower. It doesn't keep you warm.
And a rose never knocked a man off a horse either, did it?
You're just a silly girl, aren't you?
Better a silly girl with a flower than a silly boy with a horse and stick.
Goodbye.
It's called a lance.
Hello.
- I have word. - What?
Adhemar was called back to the free companies.
Edward commanded it. He could be gone all season.
First Jocelyn and now Adhemar.
Well done.
Yeah, well done.
The tournament results, my lord.
Ulrich.
- Geoff. - William.
I need to write a letter.
"Dear Jocelyn. " No. "My dearest Jocelyn. "
Better.
"I miss you. "
Was that wrong?
Well, it's up to you, really. It's your funeral, I mean, letter.
- Say something about her breasts. - You miss them.
Her breasts?
Yes, you could, but I would tend to look above her breasts.
I miss her throat?
Still higher. Towards the heavens.
The moon. Her breasts weren't that impressive.
The moon? The moon.
"It is strange to think...
...I have not seen you in a month.
I have seen the new moon, but not you.
I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. "
That's very good.
I knew this girl once who...
She broke my heart. I said the pieces...
"The pieces of my broken heart can pass through the eye of a needle. "
He writes as though I had died.
Yes, Madame. He dies as well.
She used to cook for the Duke of York.
I miss her like the sun misses the flower.
"I miss you like the sun misses the flower.
Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.
Instead of beauty to direct its light to...
...the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to. "
"I next compete in Paris.
I'll find it empty and cold if you're not there. "
I like it.
And now, to finish it.
With "hope. "
Love should end with hope.
My husband, God rest him...
...said something I'll never forget.
"Hope guides me. It... "
"It gets me through the day and especially the night.
The hope that after you leave my sight...
...it will not be the last time I look upon you. "
Finish it with:
"With all the love that I possess... William. "
You mean "Ulrich. "
"With all the love I possess...
...I remain yours...
...the knight of your heart. "
My master hoped you might have something to send him in return.
Cock-a-doodle once! I shall not deny him. Twice! I shall not. Thrice!
I deny him.
Thrice he denied him!
No Adhemar.
Wat.
Tell me, did you see her? Did she read the letter?
Yes, and yes.
And?
She's coming to Paris!
Did she give you anything for me in return? A letter? A token?
Did she give me a token? She did.
Uh, I mean, um...
Well, what is it? Give it to me.
Yes!
Hell, yes!
She... Because she's... That means she... Yeah!
Cinquante.
That's a nice round number.
Excusez-moi.
They wager that a Frenchman, not Sir Ulrich, will win the tournament.
But the amount is 50 florins.
- That's all we got. - If we had 60, it would be that.
Ulrich against every Frenchman here?
He's won four tournaments in a row. And Adhemar isn't here.
I check shields too. John Beaumont's here.
Count Theobald, Philip of Burgundy, all French champions.
Englishmen will not win...
...this French tournament.
English legs are unsteady on French soil.
Shut your mouth, all right?!
Come on, Roland. It's a good bet. Win and I can buy my own tavern.
- I could write full-time. - A forge for me.
And because French wine is too much for English bellies.
Listen, I'm about this fonging close, mate. I swear to God, Quasimodo!
All I want is to go home, and I've enough for that trip a hundred times.
And most importantly, because the pope himself is French!
The pope may be French, but Jesus is English. You're on.
He won't lose with the princess watching him.
He's blond! He's pissed!
He'll see you in the lists! Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!
He's blond! He's tan! He comes from Gelderland!
Gelderland!
- You think he will come? - As sure as the sun will rise.
You favor cathedrals.
I come for confession.
And the glass.
A riot of color in a dreary, grey world.
Don't you think?
It's beautiful.
I feel the same about the letter you sent.
Speak to me.
Speak those words.
I will win this tournament for you.
Excuse me?
I'll win this tournament in your name. I'll defeat each knight for you.
Your beauty will be reflected in the power of my arm and my horse's flanks.
Wow.
Really?
Really? Its flanks?
I wish to hear poetry, Ulrich.
Well, I'm not ready.
I am. Why must everything for a woman be run on a man's schedule?
Well, a man's day is fuller, and...
...he has more demands on his time.
- Is that so? - Yes.
Maybe.
No?
I demand poetry...
...and when I want it. And I want it now.
Your breasts...
...they're below your throat...
Jocelyn, how may I prove my love to you? How?
- Do you ask in earnest? - Yes.
If you would prove your love...
...do your worst. - My worst?
What do you mean?
Instead of winning to honor me with your high reputation...
...act against your character and do badly.
- Do badly? - Lose.
Losing proves that I'm a loser.
Wrong. Losing is a much keener test of your love.
Losing would contradict your self-love.
It would show obedience to your lover and not yourself!
- Really? - Woman, shh!
Do not "shh" me and spare him! Now be gone! Go!
What is your answer?
I will not lose.
Then you do not love me.
The Protector of Italian Virginity.
The Lance that thrilled France...
...the Harasser of Paraser!
He gave them hell at La Rochelle!
The Enforcer of our Lord God!
The one, the only...
...Sir Ulrich...
...von Lichtenstein!
God, I'm good!
His horse's flanks.
Maybe where he comes from, it means love.
What are you doing?
- Losing. - I don't understand.
Neither do I.
He loves me.
Are you blind?
- Did you see the flag? - I saw it, okay?
I know.
You're dropping behind for a more dramatic victory.
Look, Jocelyn told me to lose to prove my love.
- I'd rather you were blind. - Don't be foolish, Will.
- Each woman wants proof, that's all. - Proof of what?
Her legs weren't uncrossed for nothing.
- I haven't uncrossed her legs. - Then why are we doing this?!
Because!
Because...
...I love her.
- I'm going to lose everything! - That's why it's called gambling.
Pain! Here's your pain!
It's very romantic, though.
Are you a woman or a blacksmith?
Sometimes I'm both.
Ooh, that chafes!
Put him down.
No knight has distanced himself with victories.
If you win your remaining matches and your opponents take key losses...
...you could make the semis, or the finals.
- At least the armor�s proven itself. - And your love?
Have you proven that yet?
Wat, you remember church as a boy. The fear, the passion.
That's what she makes me feel.
And for that, I say my rosary to Jocelyn and no one else.
William, that's blasphemous.
Then may I burn in hell.
Withdraw.
Lose that way. Take no more punishment.
Oh, Roland.
My lady sends this message. If you love her...
I know, I know. I must lose. Isn't she watching?
She says if you love her, you won't lose again.
She says if you love her, you will win this tournament.
There she is, the embodiment of love. Your Venus.
And how I hate her.
- I don't understand women. - Nor do I, but they understand us.
Maybe not you.
Yes!
Women, eh?
Forty-eight...
...forty-nine...
...and fifty.
Thank you, gentlemen. A pleasure doing business with you.
Look us up if you're in London, the World Championships, maybe.
Don't look too sad. Here, have a drink on me.
He's quick, he's funny He makes lots of money, Lichtenstein!
Guinevere comes to Lancelot.
Bed him well, my lady.
Bed him well.
We missed you at banquet.
"We"?
I.
Jocelyn.
Your prize.
My prize.
I am not worthy of a prize.
Then who is?
My maid tells me that sometimes your varlets...
...call you William.
Is this so, Sir Ulrich?
Yes.
It is so.
Your name makes no matter to me.
Just so I can call you my own.
But Jocelyn, I am your own.
Damn, girl.
You need a surgeon.
He's been. He says I will live, though it doesn't feel that way.
Oh, William. This pain is my doing.
Yes, it is.
Although...
...my father...
...taught me to take the bad...
...with the good.
This good you speak of.
It will be my doing as well.
How long since any of you have been back? I've only been gone 6 months.
Two years for me.
Three years.
Five. Five long years.
William?
Twelve.
Twelve years.
He's to be an apprentice?
How long for?
Seven years.
Sir Ector?
I'm the thatcher. I spoke to you outside London Stadium.
Oh, yes. I remember.
Is this the boy?
Step forward, son. Let me look at you.
Careful with that, Roland!
Are you afraid of me, boy?
Have you got most of your teeth?
Show me your arm. Is it strong?
Well, he's a half-starved little scarecrow.
But he has spirit.
I can show you a great wide world full of adventure...
...and marvels you do not yet dream of.
Can you pack my horse and lead it?
Well, come on. Say goodbye to your father.
He's a real knight, William. Watch and learn all you can.
It's all I can do for you, son.
Now go change your stars and live a better life than I have.
Roland, show the boy his duties.
- Father? I'm afraid. - Of what?
I won't know the way home.
Don't be foolish, William. You just follow your feet.
London.
Give us a shout out, London!
Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
- Adhemar's here. He's entered. - Must have grown bored with war.
No, the Black Prince commanded it. He had to disband his army.
They were reveling, pillaging town after town.
Robbing, murdering, ransacking churches.
Committing the oldest sins in the newest ways.
At last we will face each other again, Sir Ulrich.
And at the World Championship.
And as I promised you before...
...you will look up at me from the flat of your back.
Let the past die.
You've done well in my absence, on the field and off, I'm told.
Winning trophies, horses, women.
You put them in that order?
Generally, with a few exceptions.
Beautiful, isn't she?
A real thoroughbred trophy, don't you think?
- You speak of her like a target. - Isn't she?
No.
She is the arrow.
I've begun negotiations with her father.
I'm to make her my bride.
She'll be saddled...
...and placed on my mantle.
Target or arrow, it doesn't matter.
I will have her.
Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
- How would you beat him? - With a stick, while he slept.
But on a horse? With a lance?
That man is unbeatable.
Tend to him.
My lord?
May I present Simon, a simple summoner?
Tell the count what you told me.
I'm afraid, my lord, that a sin has been committed.
A sin of deception.
A vulgar sin of pride.
As God and the natural order have been denied.
Speak plainly, summoner.
Ulrich von Lichtenstein is not who he appears to be.
For a modest donation, he can be watched so you may learn the truth.
I think we should have our noble Ulrich followed.
Pick someone discreet.
I don't believe this. How much did you lose?
- Lose what? - Gambling. Your clothes even?
Not a penny. My clothes lie there.
I can't think of anything to say.
Then why run around naked?
Because she was hungry.
Who?
Phillipa, my wife.
- I'll do you for this. - Come on.
Oh, that must be Wat.
And you're Kate, and Roland and Will.
I mean Ulrich.
- Mother's father was... - Von Rechberg.
- Geoff's told me all about you. - Right.
Anyone like a bite?
Sorry to barge in, Mrs. Chaucer.
We'll let you be.
- Good night. - Night.
- I thought you was a prostitute. - Get out.
They seem much more fun than those boring pilgrims last year.
What is it?
Paradise, my dear, stands formed...
...in your eyes.
Oh, Geoff, come to bed.
Didn't you hear? We're rained off. You're not gonna win tomorrow.
Oh, well. I'm going riding.
- In this? - In this.
- Head. - Thank you.
Food.
Hello there.
- You're Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein. - Yes.
You're my favorite knight. When we joust, I always say I'm you.
What are you doing in Cheapside? There's no parade today.
Can you keep a secret?
I was born in Cheapside, just around the corner there.
- Truly, Sir Ulrich? - Truly.
I only live just there.
How old are you?
- Nine and one half. - Nine and one half.
I wonder if you remember a man, though he may have died long ago.
He was as tall as a knight. His name was John Thatcher.
- Of course I remember him. - You do?
Yes. He lives there still.
Sometimes we see him sitting at the window, but no one knows why.
What do you mean?
He's blind, sir.
Is someone there?
If you're here for the net, I'm not done yet. Come tomorrow.
Who are you?
A knight.
My name... is Ulrich.
Ulrich? I hear that name being chanted from the stadium.
What business have you here?
I have word, Master Thatcher.
Word of your son.
Of my William? Well, come in, sir.
What word? Does he live?
Aye. He lives.
He is very well.
He wanted you to know...
...that he changed his stars after all.
And has he followed his feet?
Has he found his way home at last?
Yes.
Father.
Oh, William. Oh, my boy.
I should like to meet this Wat. And Roland too.
You will, Father.
And what of women? Is there a certain one or many?
There is a certain one.
I should like to meet her too.
This leak won't do, Father.
- Not in a thatcher's chamber. - It's quite fitting for a blind one.
Well, a thatcher I am.
I'll fix it.
Alive. I thought he was dead, which is mad...
...because he was also so strong. Very strong.
Geoff. Jocelyn.
This day just gets better and better.
Somebody die?
Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
Adhemar...
...followed you last night. To Cheapside.
He saw your father.
Will, they asked me for your patents.
They're waiting for you in the lists to arrest you.
A dozen royal guards.
- They'll put you in the stocks. - But I face Adhemar in five minutes.
No, you forfeit. They've already marked it down.
Saddle the horses. They can arrest your baggage, not you.
Halt.
So, what do you think...
...now that you know what I am?
To know what you are, William, would take a lifetime.
One I am willing to give. But now you must run.
Run, and I will run with you.
Jocelyn, I cannot run.
I am a knight, and I will put myself to the hazard!
In your heart, not on paper. And paper's what matters to them!
William, I love you.
I love you. You.
- I won't see you led to the stocks. - But you'll see me run? No!
Damn your pride, William.
It is only you that will not see you run.
Pride's the one thing they can't take!
But they can take it from you. They can and they will.
Oh, they will.
But love they cannot take.
And where will we live?
In my hovel?
- With the pigs inside in winter? - Yes, William, with the pigs.
With the pigs.
The poor can marry for love.
Jocelyn, you speak of what you do not know!
William, I beg you.
Please.
Run. Do it for love.
Roland, you would see me run?
And you, Geoff?
I wish it too, with all the pieces of my heart.
Wat? You and I? We aren't runners.
Yes.
William, today we are.
Run, William.
I will not run!
I am a knight.
Well, boys...
...all good things must come to an end.
Let's end them together.
You will remove yourself from this position of honor.
I am here to compete.
You are here to be arrested.
All right!
He that strives to touch a star...
...oft stumbles...
...at a simple straw.
You have been weighed.
You have been measured.
And you have been found wanting.
It's one loss or another... William.
In what world could you have ever beaten me?
Leave, Roland.
Let them have me.
God love you, William.
So do I.
Go! Disperse!
Or I will fong you!
As Jesus Christ the Nazarene and his holy mother...
...the Virgin Mary are my witnesses, I will fong you!
I will rip you! Fist! Pain!
I'll stick my fist and break you! Pain! Lots of pain!
We're in trouble.
Listen to me.
Listen to me!
Listen! Listen!
You're cut from the same cloth, you and he.
Mother?
Is my mother here? I'd recognize this cooking anywhere.
Mother, please, you at least go home.
I'll tell you how it turns out.
Filthy coward!
I hope it is good news, Mum.
I hope I can tell you...
...I convinced these good people...
...to leave my Lord William unharmed.
For I have never seen...
...a heart like the one that beats inside this man.
Great, it is...
...swollen with all the virtues of pride...
...forthright, free, courageous, constant...
...and most of all...
...filled with hope.
At least until today.
What fills it now...
...I know not.
I ask you:
What makes a man noble?
His lineage or his heart?
His heart.
Good heart.
My lord...
...it's true, was born poor in Cheapside London and so what?
For he is as true as steel.
No, truer.
For he is like gold...
...to me.
He is like gold and you and I...
...are merely iron.
And yet you people...
...you would come to see him rust.
For shame.
Shame on you.
Leave him.
Go home.
It's the prince.
What a pair we make, huh?
Both trying to hide who we are.
Both unable to do so.
Your men love you.
If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough.
But you also tilt when you should withdraw.
That is knightly too.
Release him.
He may appear to be of humble origins...
...but my personal historians have discovered...
...that he descends from an ancient royal line.
This is my word.
And as such, is beyond contestation.
Now...
...if I may repay the kindness you once showed me.
Take a knee.
By the power vested in me by my father, King Edward...
...and by all the witnesses here...
...I dub thee...
...Sir William.
Arise... Sir William.
Can you joust?
There's my tournament to finish.
Now, are you fit to compete, or shall the forfeit stand?
I'm fit.
I shall have your opponent informed. Look for his shield on the lists.
At once.
Thank you, my lord.
All hail Prince Edward!
My lords, my ladies...
...and all you other people.
I give you the son of Philippe de Vitry, son of Gilles...
- Are you sure? - Yes.
It's nothing but spun sugar and boot black.
It's a small target...
...but aim for his heart.
- Doer of daring deeds...
...conqueror of countless kingdoms, Count...
...Adhemar!
Oh, God. I'll get the surgeon.
Roland! You're the surgeon.
Come on.
He tipped it.
Kate, get me back to one.
Otherwise we forfeit.
Dirty son of a bitch!
Kate, I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
As I said, thatcher.
In what world could you have ever beaten me?
Such a place does not exist.
She's here, William.
With your father.
Change your stars.
Let's dance, you and I.
It's two lances to none.
You must unhorse him or kill him. It's the only way to win.
- You need more padding. - No, leave it off.
I can't breathe with it on.
Lance.
I can barely grip it.
Damn.
Lash it to my arm.
Wat...
...lash it to me arm.
Do it.
Good people!
I missed my introduction!
But please...
...please, I pray you.
Hear it now.
For I would lay rest...
...the grace in my tongue...
...and speak plain.
Days like these...
...are far too rare to cheapen with heavy-handed words.
And so, I'm afraid, without any ado whatsoever...
Excuse me, my lord.
Here he is! One of your own!
Born a stone's throw from this very stadium...
...and here before you now.
The son of John Thatcher...
...Sir William Thatcher!
That's your name.
Sir William Thatcher.
Your father heard that.
Godspeed, William.
William!
You have been weighed.
You've been measured.
And you absolutely...
Have been found wanting.
Welcome to the new world.
God save you, if it is right that he should do so.
William!
Yes!
He's won! He's won!
You beat him, Will!
Oh, William.
I'm going to write this story.
About the prince and the knights?
No, all of it. All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
Maybe not yours.
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