Oséias.
It's ready, and I think it's good.
Give me your hands.
Yeah... It's well done.
It'll serve its purpose well enough.
But?
But there's a long distance between good and great.
And sometimes there's a long distance,
even longer,
between bad and good.
Oséias, I really don't understand
how I can improve it.
Yeah...
In this case you're right.
- It's indeed ready. - No, not at all.
If there's a way to make it better, then I will do it.
It has to be perfect.
Perfection is something impossible to achieve, Afonso.
But sometimes, chasing it is already enough...
to make us better people.
I hope that you...
Are you okay?
I am...
You're bleeding, Oséias.
Yes, I know.
- You have to find a doctor. - I already did.
He recommended a similar treatment to when I lost my sight.
Do you think it's gonna work now?
You can't...
Oséias, you can't just do nothing.
I'm working, ain't I?
It's what keeps me alive.
More than anything else.
Cousin.
Catarina.
Trying to speak to the birds?
Maybe you wish to tell them some good news...
No, I don't have anything to tell. Why do you ask?
It's just that you seem happier than usual.
Your mistake, cousin. I'm a woman equally happy everyday.
Equally happy everyday, but for different reasons.
Indeed, there are...
very peculiar types of happiness.
Such as...?
Love.
Oh, love. Of course.
Unfortunately, or fortunately,
it's been years since I've let such a feeling sway me.
But isn't that just how it acts?
Making us believe it doesn't affect us.
And suddenly...
It's too late and we're completely enraptured.
Maybe in my twenties it could've happened.
But now, as I have told you...
I consider myself immune to it.
I also don't know a man capable of provoking such enrapture.
Now you. cousin, I don't know...
Maybe you do.
If I knew, I certainly wouldn't introduce him to you.
What a shame.
I love a great challenge.
But great challenges incur great risks.
And what's the fun of going through life without running risks?
I can't believe it happened again!
It's the same situation as Coronation day.
But he was crowned, he's the king. There's no need to...
I don't want it. I don't want it. I can't.
I'll abdicate.
- I'll abdicate. - Your Majesty...
- needs to calm yourself. - I don't want it. I can't.
- There's nothing to fear. - I'm going to...
Abdi... HAHAHA.
You believed it! You idiots!
Your Majesty is... very amusing.
Your faces! You should've seen it.
Look, another of my talents. If I wasn't king, I'd be a great actor.
Undoubtedly, Your Majesty. A great actor.
But, let's talk about something serious.
I'm thinking about organizing a new expedition in search of water.
Excellent idea, Your Majesty. But unfortunately, the last expeditions
sent by your brother didn't obtain any success.
Maybe they weren't planned well-enough.
- Or maybe because there's no water. - But there has to be a solution.
I'm afraid the only solution would be for it to rain again in Montemor.
That's it! That's the solution!
We don't know when that will happen.
- It could be in a few weeks, months... - We.
We can't predict it.
But Baltazar can.
Baltazar?
Baltazar is an old oracle, who used to make predictions for the queen,
but she dismissed him, because he was a bit...
How can I say it? Enigmatic.
Baltazar wasn't enigmatic at all.
My grandma didn't know how to decipher his wise words. But I knew it.
The problem is that back then no one listened to me. But now I'm the king.
- Your Majesty is sure that... - Call Baltazar.
He will give the answer we so need. And oh!
Order them to prepare my pony. I'm going to town.
It's always good to be close to the people.
For the people, of course. Not for me.
- I call Baltazar? - I prep the pony.
Our challenge today is to climb that rock.
More than skill, this is a test of resistance.
For that, you may only use your own arms and legs.
Under no circumstances you're allowed to give up.
To return without reaching the top would be a disgrace.
That none of you wishes upon yourself.
Just like being the last one to get to the top.
Very well.
- Ready? - Yes, sir!
Go!
So, Cássio, how am I?
So, Your Majesty, how you are...?
Yes, how am I. Do I behave like a king?
Wave like a king? Smile like a king?
Of course, Your Majesty is acting very...
- dignified. - Great.
Remind me later to ask Osiel to paint a picture of me waving to the people,
and the people saluting me, euphorically.
- If it's your wish, Your Majesty. - Yes, it's my wish.
Be more careful, man! Look at this woman!
Are you well?
- Yes, Your Majesty. - Forgive my guard, he...
What's your name?
- Brice. - Brice.
Interesting.
I never met anyone with such name. Are you from Montemor?
No, I come from... Far away.
- I'm just passing through Montemor. - I understand.
I hope you like our kingdom.
I am liking it. A lot.
The castle...
You don't know it yet.
I haven't had the pleasure.
Would you like to?
God Save the King
I can do it. Alone.
Careful, Selena!
- Eighty years. - Excuse me?
The castle. It's the time it took to build it.
A long time, no? My great-grandfather was the first Monferrato to live here.
- Yeah, I remember. - What do you mean, remember?
I remember hearing that story before.
Yes, of course, but let's get going, because I have a lot to show you. Actually...
I hope you don't have any appointments for later in the afternoon.
I have the afternoon entirely free.
As well as the night too.
Great.
- I'll order a special dinner... - Your Majesty.
- What? Don't you see that I'm busy? - Forgive me.
But Your Majesty asked me to inform you.
- Inform me of what? - That Baltazar, the oracle, is here, sir.
Great, great. My dear, forgive me, but duty calls.
Meanwhile, I hope you make yourself comfortable.
And if you need anything, just ask the staff.
Make sure she is not in need of anything, Delano.
Yes, sir.
Send him in.
Baltazar! It rejoices me to see you again.
I've called you here
in the hopes of hearing, from your mouth, predictions of our kingdom's future.
Especially in what concerns to... water.
Important decisions need to be made. But first, I need to know...
when will it rain again in our kingdom?
The desert wind, in a wet night,
will blow strong and merciful.
Grains of sand will transform into stars.
And the starts will illuminate the whole Earth.
In that moment,
the lark will make a nest in the lion's den.
I don't understand a word that this man says.
And then...
the baobab last leaf shall fall.
And upon touching the floor, it'll bleed.
And the sorrow of a mute bard
will be heard beyond the desert.
- But how? A bard can't be mute. - Shhh.
The scythe.
The pendulum. And the petal.
Splendid! Splendid! Splendid! Splendid!
Now everything is clear, isn't it?
Oh, yes, that's what I was gonna say. It's very clear.
- Crystal clear. - The news couldn't be better!
Or didn't you understand it?
Of course I did. He said that...
- That...that... - That it'll rain in Montemor.
Yes, he said that it'll rain.
The pendulum is the time we await for the rain, the scythe is what will cut the pendulum,
putting an end to our waiting. And when the rain falls,
the petal will fall to the ground.
My dears, get ready, because soon
it'll rain in Montemor.
The baobab, did you understand?
And why did the lark make a nest on the lion's den?
There, Oséias. Now I consider it done.
Give me your hands.
A layman wouldn't notice any difference, but to me it's much better now.
Make another like this. They ordered a pair.
The other should be exactly like this, even with
the small imperfections.
And this sword that you're working on,
who ordered it?
This is a special order.
It's the best sword I ever did in all my life.
Heavy enough
to beat the enemy, and piecer through armors,
but at the same time, light enough
to be handled with agility.
A sword for a nobleman.
When do you plan to finish it?
Very soon. Very soon.
Amália.
- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.
Oséias, this is Amália, my fiancée.
Amália...
I remember you.
You do?
Sorry, but I think I've only seen you from afar.
I don't remember we being introduced.
You were a girl.
Your hands were smaller.
Your voice was thinner.
- But that's quite a memory. - Memory of a blindman.
With the loss of sight, we're compelled to develop our hearing,
our sense of smell, our memory,
in a way we couldn't otherwise imagine.
And your wedding, when is it going to be?
Soon. Now that I have a job, we can make more concrete plans.
Concrete plans are the most fragile.
If you allow the advice of a blind and old man,
live a day at a time.
And cherish what you have of most valuable: each other.
Show me what you're doing.
- Door hinges. - Door hinges?
Well, this one...
You?
The adequate treatment is Your Highness.
In my house, there's no distinction.
Here we are all the same, including you.
Do you wish to come in?
So...
What do you want?
I want to know about my life.
Can you be a little more specific?
My father wishes to marry me to the Marquis of Córdona.
I know how you feel about him.
Great. So we can go straight to the point.
I want to know what are the odds...
of this wedding effectively never being consummated.
This wedding won't happen.
But you'll marry another man.
Great.
Exactly how I planned.
Not exactly.
What do you mean?
I'll marry the duke, isn't that right?
Another man.
Then tell me who!
What's his name?
That's all it was revealed to me.
Lies!
Tell me who is he.
It's an order.
- Amália? - Hm?
Now that I master a little of the blacksmith's craft,
I was thinking about giving you
a gift.
And what it would be?
You choose.
It could be a rake...
- An anvil... - An anvil?
A pair of spurs... Oh, I know!
A door hinge!
Afonso, I can't fathom
nothing more romantic than that.
I too thought of giving you a gift.
- Really? - Hmhm...
What would it be?
How about some bandages
to put on your fingers hurt by the hammer?
My lady!
Marquis.
What a pleasure to see you.
I was actually thinking about you.
- Thinking about me? - Of course...
Shouldn't I think about my own fiancé?
Evidently...
That's exactly what I do
in every moment of my days:
think about Your Highness.
Since the moment I open my eyes.
Actually, more than that.
Because Your Highness also pervades my dreams.
So I was thinking,
it's such a beautiful day...
Wouldn't you like to join me for a stroll?
A-a stroll...?
By ourselves?
Yes.
Can't I have a moment of intimacy with my own fiancé?
Surely, logically...
Nothing could bring me greater satisfaction, Your Highness.
Great!
Selena, I know you're upset,
but you did it!
I was the last one to make it.
I should have tried harder.
You did all you could.
It wasn't enough.
Look, Selena, I understand-
No, you don't understand.
Raining in Montemor!
Ulisses!
I'd like to thank you for helping me out.
I had an obligation of helping a fellow, in that situation.
You'd have done the same.
Ulisses!
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have treated you that way.
It's ok.
I'd like to ask you something.
I don't want you to try and help me as you did on the way up.
I just thought you-
I wasn't in danger and I didn't ask for help.
The more exercises I manage to do on my own, the better.
I know you have good intentions.
I entered the Academy willing to receive the same treatment given to others.
I wouldn't like that you of all people treated me differently.
I don't treat you differently because you're a girl.
Then why?
I knew it! I knew it!
- Baltazar was right! - It's unbelievable,
Your Majesty, it's been years since it rained.
This is a great omen!
It means Your Majesty brought luck to Montemor.
Is the people capable of thinking so?
- That it rained of because of me? - Sure.
Anyway,
if they don't think so,
we'll find a way of making them believe so!
Well.
Good.
The fact is
I raised to the throne
and it's raining.
There's some connection there.
I might have brought luck to Montemor.
It's raining.
It's raining!
IT'S RAINING!
Your Majesty!
Did Your Majesty want to talk with me?
My dear marquis,
I believe we need to talk about the wedding.
About this, Your Majesty, rest easy.
The arrangements are well advanced.
Actually, this isn't the issue I intended to talk about.
It's about Catarina.
Oh yes.
Marquis,
as you're well aware, you only marry a daughter once.
Unless she becomes a widow someday.
Which is something I hope it won't happen.
And I, much less.
Very well.
I will go straight to the point.
Catarina and I have, sometimes, our disagreements
about how things should run in Artena.
Catarina is rather impulsive.
She is not used to trusting people much.
She has her ambitions...
Well...
It's nothing that time can't alleviate.
But for that, marquis,
I count with your help.
But mostly
with your patience.
Your Majesty,
I comprehend your worry.
And I can identify some of those traits in the princess.
- But love! - Love?
Love is capable of inducing greater modifications
than we can fathom.
Oh, yes.
Yes, surely.
Love...
But
maybe something more beyond love would be required.
But what would be more important than it?
Intelligence, marquis.
Catarina is an extremely intelligent woman.
And her husband needs to be
minimally cautious and insightful
when living by her side.
Because it'll always be vital to read carefully
my daughter's words and acts.
Therefore...?
What do your Majesty intend to say is...?
What I mean to say
is that Catarina needs by her side someone who sets limits.
Someone
who can withstand her arguments.
But mostly:
someone she learns to respect.
I must leave my modesty aside for a second,
to assure you
that I myself am the flawless description
of whom your Majesty expects from
the one who'll marry your daughter.
I...
I am glad
knowing this, marquis.
So?
Your Majesty talked with the marquis?
You could say that.
And how did he react?
As I expected.
Unfortunately.
Duke?
Forgive me if I disturb your reading.
We can't....
No, no, no-
Not here or now.
That's what I always try to tell myself.
But how do I control what's uncontrollable?
How?
Here's too dangerous.
Danger is very tempting.
In my room.
Later.
When everyone retreats to their chambers.
I will wait anxiously.
Forgive me for the little attention I showed you.
It's just that sometimes
my duties to the kingdom demand more time than I would like.
Please, Your Majesty,
there's nothing to be forgiven.
And now I don't know anymore if it's worth
going to the gardens. It's almost night.
Maybe... tomorrow?
Yes,
tomorrow certainly.
Oh, God. Look at this coincidence. What a crazy life.
We came into my bedroom's direction.
Would you like to know it?
What a pity that your Majesty had to retreat to his chambers so early.
My dad retreats each day earlier.
Because of his age.
Yes, indeed.
On the other side, your father is in good spirits, youthful.
Marquis...
Yes?
Instead of talking about my father, how about
we talked about us?
But of course, I-
Our wedding is nearing.
And soon we'll be husband and wife.
And in a way, we know very little about each other.
Wine?
No, I'd rather not.
I insist.
After all,
nothing better than a little wine
to make us open our hearts.
Is it me or...
or the duke isn't as impatient as before?
Like early?
When we were at the library?
You're mistaken.
But now we're savoring the comfort of your room.
Safe.
Therefore, without reasons to
hurry ourselves.
This way...
why don't we enjoy every moment to its fullest?
Why not?
To start, a glass of wine.
Or two glasses.
Or three...
Because this won't be one night
to impose any type of limit on ourselves.
What happened?
Your Majesty, forgive me.
But the princess needs to talk with you urgently.
Catarina!
Daughter.
My father.
What happened?
Unfortunately, I struggle to accept it.
But you need to see it with your own eyes.
It was Lucíola who discovered it early when she entered the room.
But what are you talking about?
Catarina!
You're arrested for attacking a soldier from Your Majesty, King Augusto.