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For two days we have been sailing in the sight of two continents,
Europe to port
and Asia to starboard.
We have left the waters of the Mediterranean,
also those of the Sea of Marma.
And far, far behind us lies our homeland.
The Emperor of Constantinople
has solicited the aid of Tirante and his men
to turn back the Muslim's menace
which threatens the land of Byzantium.
Each day that passes, the world goes stranger to our eyes.
In a few days, this vessel will sail up at the Golden Horn.
Soon to drop anchor, at long last, in Constantinople.
On this day, the 29th of March
in the year of our Lord 1401,
we've reached the port of Constantinople.
Our horsemen and foot soldiers are few
though battle-hardened
and well instructed in the art of strategies by our captain,
Tirante le Blanc.
We could not hope for great celebrations on our arrival in Constantinople.
The Empire grieves Prince Michael,
who died in battle against the Turks.
To pay homage to Tirante
and show the trust he has in our strength,
the emperor in person
made the exceptional gesture of leaving the palace to greet us.
I both wish and ordain that you lead my army,
as I've had the misfortune to loose in battle my only son,
who was the comfort of my soul.
Me myself too old to bear arms,
it is to you, and no other Tirante,
to whom I yield the command.
My Lady, here is our captain,
who has come to pay his respects.
He is welcome.
My Lady, I shall have to trust the voice that speaks me is that of the Empress.
Who are you, my child?
My name is Hipolitus.
And I must declare that only my holy mother's beauty can compare to yours.
My lord, one that is the captain of the Empire
has the power to open the windows,
to look everyone in the face
and to lift the mourning they bear.
Sire.
You may.
Your Majesty,
I've seen that the people of this city are most sad and inflicted
by the death of the prince, your son.
That bravest of knights.
Be not so distressed.
For he died in God's service
and was defending our Holy Catholic faith.
Now we in turn must strive to defeat the Turks.
And in so doing honor his sacrifice.
Cover yourself, Princess.
How are you?
Never would I've believed that this land held such wonders.
The air in this land is thin. It makes the head light.
Please.
- Is there anything you need? - No, thank you.
What ails him?
He has fainted.
In Sicily he was struck a mighty blow from a mace.
Since then he has these faints.
But he recovers easily
by touching a small bone of his ear.
I love...
How is your captain?
He is little unwell,
but I think it's only due to the change of air.
We wish to tell the doctors to visit him.
Black berries and currants of grapes relieve many ills.
I do not know your names.
Elisha.
Agnes.
Placerdemivida.
My father is a renowned poet and it pleased him to give me this name.
You may call me Pleasure if you wish.
My husband died in battle in the service of the false Pope Alexander XIII,
also known as "the thief".
The call me the Peaceful Widow.
Your Highness.
Guard these words in the most secret part of your soul:
Tirante le Blanc, the famous knight
has come to Constantinople only to behold you.
And to serve you.
Alas!
How can I rejoice that you coming here for his love of me,
and not for the evil Turks?
Nonetheless, I swear it is so.
Take my brace.
Deliver it to Tirante, but keep a part for yourself.
My lady.
Holy Mary!
Pleasure.
Lady, lady...
Agnes.
Touch your head back.
Nosebleeds are a sign of good health.
Everyone knows that Tirante always kneels through out
the entire mass.
Maria.
My lady.
Take my cushion to Tirante.
Yes, my lady.
Take care, you are beyond the bounds of modesty.
My lady sends you this cushion to give you more ease.
No human aspect.
She is an angel.
What is wrong?
Another would rejoice to see his lady send him her cushion.
A cushion she denied herself so she might please you.
I love, but I know not if I am loved.
I dare not hope to obtain what I desire.
As fortune always frowns on those who love truely.
Strengthen your resolve
and let no one knows your anguish.
Go to the Emperor and ask him to give us lead to the Turkish camp.
Diafebus.
Give this book of hours to the Princess.
Kill the horse first. Then the Turk.
There.
First the horse, like this.
In the jugular. With one blow.
Then stab the Turk in the eye with your lance.
- Greetings, Diafebus. - I'm well.
Quick, elusive, like a tiger.
Learn to leap...
Good.
You crouch down and to the next horse.
Good.
My Lord, we have a visitor.
The Princess has come to bid thy farewell.
Stay here and I will assure she comes to you.
- May I offer you some council? - Speak.
When in her presence
labor is hard with this unharmed maiden as she is doing battlefield.
I will.
Princess, allow him to kiss your palm.
Kissing a palm is a sign of good love.
Here is my hand.
Tell me, Tirante, and may God fulfill you your desires,
who is that lady that torments you so?
My lady, the maiden's face you see here
holds my life and death in her hands.
I have never heard of such a gracious declaration.
I do not understand, my lady.
He loves me.
Alas, my lady!
What stony paths I see your highness threading.
Tell me, my lady.
Is it proper for your highness to court
your father's servant who arrived here
dressed in borrowed gold and silk?
Would you be so kind to tell me the title that he holds...
Is he a king, a duke, a count or a marquis.
For one such is he would you wish to lose
your high reputation? A maidenly state.
Will you know the truth? To be better you've died
or would never left your mother's womb
then for you to fall into the arms of a man who seeks only fame!
Is is not harsh to be scolded with that reason
by the one who suckled me?
What would she do if I had seen done something truely dishonorable?
No fear of the widow! No father no mother
could fetter my dancing feet.
Much love a knight if he is virtuous and his love is honest.
But, when a maiden loves a knight for her pleasure
Such love seems to me much better than any other.
There are two kinds of love: virtuous and sinful.
And it not will be me who tells you that one them is bad.
By nature women possess three qualities.
Yes I know, for I have them myself.
First, we are covetous. Second, we are glutinous.
And third, we are lustful.
I am all three.
And you?
You have an air of cold composure.
Even so I am lustful.
I have two liitle crickets for me to sing at night,
but they are well hidden here.
One thing is what I seem, the other is what I am.
- And what do you think I am? - You are pleasures incarnate.
A simply touch can make you quiver.
Made by the hand of a man, or woman.
Here comes the knight to bid Emperor farewell.
Go see the knight and approach him.
And be sure he understands you well.
What dress shall I wear?
The one for ceremonies.
I pray the God of all the world will give you victory with honor.
And makes you as triumphant as Alexander.
She begs you to meet.
I am sure who are admitted by nature
if you seek the love of the Emperor's daughter...
Such a dare deserves a severe punishment.
Love moves the heavens.
But I see how lack of piety condemn me to utter devastation.
And thus my heart has committed so a great offense,
with my hand I shall cleave it in two before the sun sets.
That I promise!
If my tongue has offended you,
I pray you will not take my words so hard.
I pray you pardon me for it.
If there is anything you want of me, you need only ask,
I assure you that your wishes would be granted.
My lady, there is one favor.
If it is honest, I am willing.
My lady,
all that I ask is that
your highness grant me the favor of the shirt that you are wearing
that lies close to your fair skin,
and that I may bare it
with my own hands.
God's truth! What are you saying?
I would gladly give you my shirt
and jewels and clothes, and everything I have,
but it would not be proper for your hands to touch
what no other man's have.
- Stephanie. - Yes, Princess.
- Tell Tirante to wait. - At your order, my lady.
She begs you to wait.
A handkerchief. A handkerchief, please.
- Again? - Again.
It is Princess's health blood.
This happens to her often.
How could such a gallant knight
lead such dirty ruffians?
I pray to God that those ruffians free us from the Turks.
I know you're not sleeping.
We know the reason for your wakefulness.
- Your father is old. - Your mother is adulterous.
She spends her days rubbing between her legs.
Your brother lies rotting in the ground three months.
- Who will inherit the Empire? - The Empire will fall upon your shoulder
before you use of reason.
Will you be the one to battle the Turks?
It's time to change flags. Cross for half moon and red for green.
Our maidens will become wenches raped by dogs.
Muslim dogs.
Tell me what I must do.
It all belongs to a noble house.
The Emperor will never accept him, much as my mother
the Empress.
- They will accept him. - We will made them accept him!
Are you sleeping?
No.
No, wakefulness is the curse of the old my dear.
The maidens tremble when they hear talk of war,
so I demanded a favor, Your Majesty.
Speak, daughter.
Although a maiden, I would go with you to the battlefield
to see and feel and know about that war,
should the future require it.
For it is well known
that first one who comes to the world, are the first one in the grave.
Although I'ld wish you to live you forever.
My daughter,
if your desire is so great, I will gladly take you.
But first ask your mother what pleases here more:
To stay or to go.
Daughter. Carmesina.
Your mother says Tirante is in love with you.
Are you of him?
I love him as one of the household, like all the others.
My thought are far from anything else.
Oh... We shall all go.
Go.
We've conquered nine and a half of the ten parts of the Empire.
We need but only attack the castle
and march the 25 leagues to Constantinople...
And take that old emperor by the beard and throw him in prison for ever.
His daughter Carmesina,
shall service our maidens.
And the Empress, shall cook for our soldiers.
You are a descendant of Prophet Muhammad and you are his voice.
Give a moment thoughts to the moderation that
your father Mohamed III is remembered by.
Be cautious.
I'll besiege Byzantium and perish Constantinople will be mine.
I want to wipe its name from the face of the earth,
I will call it Istanbul.
It is right for Tirante to kill but not to die.
The greatest battle in the whole world is tense.
His sword is invincible.
Tirante's men are few, but they battle hard and are cunning.
Although the enemy is strong
and powerful.
The Grand Turk is hard and fierce man.
He wants to break our Christian souls and rape.
Only Tirante can save us all.
Eat not such empty words.
The Grand Turk is young and handsome.
A man of great learning.
You can save the Empire and many lives by wedding him.
In formation!
Endure!
In the face of death!
Focus on the horses!
Endure!
Where is our captain?
Sire, Tirante has remained to secure our victory.
I have returned with the prisoners.
- How many dead? - The physician should see that injury.
This day Tirante deserves Caesar's laurel crown.
What a great victory in the hands of Tirante.
May St. George and the Holy Father
grant you the blessings that you deserve.
Your victory is an emblem of our Christian faith.
What are you waiting for, you pretty woman?
Take care your highness not to accept the
wished king from a foreign land to please your father
or some Moorish or Turkish king
who will see you and your children to worship Allah.
Tirante is who Your Highness need,
He is the one who can keep you and the whole Empire safe from evil.
Into my arms.
Pay honor to victorious Tirante.
Siege of peace lies in thy victory.
If the Grand Turk wants Carmesina,
he will now have to pay a high price.
I am at one with the Emperor's words of gratitude.
Thank you.
Enjoy forever the favors of Mars and Venus.
What is happening?
Lust.
I kiss the hand that leads us to victory over the infidels.
- Give me guiding point to visit you. - Speak with Stephanie.
Wake, my ladies.
The day has come to depart. And the Emperor is already prepared.
Lord help us! Why these dark circles under your eyes?
We shall have to call the physicians at once.
There is no need.
It is but a river breeze which upset me last night.
Mind you that your heels are not paining you.
You know what the physicians say...
That the pain starts in women's toes
then spreads to their feet,
then to the knees and thighs,
and sometimes comes in a secret place and there attaches great torment.
Good morning, my lady.
Show me your tongue, and I'll tell you what else you got.
You lost blood last night.
I do not deny it.
Oh, I had a nose bleed.
Wether from your nose or your ankle, but you've surely lost blood.
What are you laughing about?
Come Highness.
I shall only tell you I've dreamed, if you give me permission to do so.
You have my permission and you are absolved of all guilt.
I dreamed I was sleeping in a chamber
in the company of four maidens
and that Estefania suddenly appeared leading Tirante and Díafebus.
Let me be. Let me be, Tirante.
Have mercy.
I implore Tirante the knight, to be merciful.
What happened then... I could not see,
but I could hear.
Please, do not me harm, my lord.
Do not seek to defeat me, my lord.
I can't, I can't.
Forgive me.
Have mercy!
Have mercy, ah ye kill me!
Tirante.
I have allowed you here because of the great love I have for you.
And to give you a little solace.
You have obtained this amorous gift
but now, you leave me consumed by true love.
I beg you take your fill of the favor you have won.
And if I dared to delight in that favor,
the harm and distress I would cause you,
when virginity is lost, it is lost forever.
Trista!
I am dying!
Oh bed.
Who saw you then and who sees you now, empty and idle!
Have you dreamed more?
Tell me everything.
By the Holy Mother, I assure you
I shall tell you forth with.
Be gone, cruel man of little love.
You have neither pity nor compassion for maidens.
Go, ravisher of my chastity.
Plunderer of my virginity.
Mary help me!
My wedding is coming my mother or my relatives,
weddings have been deaf.
This is my Blood and it must be repaired.
By love.
Your worship
accept me as your future husband.
Kiss me in token of good faith.
The memory of what then happened is scarier to you than it is to me.
I do not need tell you.
What of me!
Must I close my eyes and beheld by none?
Others love has so disturbed my senses that I shall die
if someone rescues me.
As with Stephanie and as with you.
You are lying. Lying, lying.
I am as untouched now as I was yesterday morning.
Your maidenhood is untouched, and that is what counts.
I am very happy that Tirante respected me last night.
And I promise here and now
not to grant him anything in a silent wedding.
Take some water, my Lord.
It heals the wounds considerably,
but also opens the mouths of the veins.
Allows you to clean sores,
is very effective and implemented on the muscle in health,
which gives strength.
- Did you use water from the lowest part? - Yes, sir.
- Two short boils? - Just as you ordered.
Good.
And Holofernes wanted to offer their own dishes
and she should drink of his own wine.
And Judith said: I will not eat their victuals,
as this would offend mine.
I will.
"A provision shall be made of the things I've brought.
And Holofernes said on to her
If thy provisions should fail, how should we give thee the like?
But there'll be none one of thy nation.
Then sayeth Judith on to him:
So true as you have soul my Lord,
thine handmaid shall not spend those things that I have.
For the Lord work by my hand, things that have been determined."
Be careful!
The Empress is present
and if she sees us she will take you for a reckless man.
Yes, reckless.
She will tell you to leave her daughter alone.
You My Lady, you must desire the death of the enemy,
not to the one who loves you and yearns to serve you.
What are you talking about?
Your Majesty, we were speaking of those ambassadors
who said they had come to us to be the Princess the wife of a dog,
the son of a dog, who has sworn to follow a false god and prophet.
They are just rumors.
No one has yet asked for her hand.
But one might do so.
That will not happen.
- My daughter will not marry a Moor. - Nor a Turk?
That will be the Emperor's will.
Your Majesty.
Would you allow such a pearl to be cast before a Turkish swine?
Leave it in my hands.
I shall speak with this wretch of an Emperor.
It is said that the Grand Turk
is young, strong and wise.
Carmesina, continue.
"Then she came to the pillar of the bed,
which at as Holofernes layed,
and took down his sword from there.
She approached his bed, and took hold the hair of his head and said:
Strengthen me, O God of Israel, this day.
And she smote twice upon his neck with all her might,
and she took away his head from him.
And tumbled his body down from the bed,
and pulled down the canope from the pillar.
And afterwards she went forth and gave his head to her maid,
and she put it in her bag of meat.
- Elisha. - Princess.
Madam? My lady?
Princess?
- Be calm. - Here they are.
What has happened?
- The Princess has been swooned. - Has she by chance drank cold water?
- An infusion of warm mauve. - Let us take her in the fresh air.
You must not leave your bed.
How is the princess?
She is well. Her Highness has recovered.
I beg you to tell me if someone is within,
so I can be seen.
I would not lie to you, my lord. You may enter.
Enter.
By what right you enter in my chamber?
Come here.
Kiss my breasts...
for my consolation and yours both.
- No, not that. - Please.
- It can not be. - Please.
Leave me.
The Emperor, he is coming.
How is my pretty one?
The roses are back in your cheeks.
Your eyes sparkle.
You are completely restored to health.
You...
The physicians have made it clear that you'd be at rest.
And I say that you must rest
in order to win battles once more. Go!
You have the color rise, my lord.
Lord Tirante!
Either help me or kill me. What have I done to deserve
the absence of the man who deflowered me?
Speak, Lord Captain.
Shall I be freed of this pain that so torments me?
- Do for me, what I've done for you. - Estefania...
my sister's spirit, I should do anything you require.
I shall go to the battlefield
and have Diafebus come and fulfill his promise.
And you,
"Peaceful Widow"...
What do you want of me?
Perhaps my lady, you would like me to find a husband
that is a Duke, or a Count or a Marquis.
I should be forever grateful to you, your lordship,
But I want no husband, however great he may be.
I love but one
whom I worship, as I worship God,
and who is always in my heart.
Captain, my lord, I beg you not to despair.
Rome was not built in one day.
But I can only say that all help in search
for your happiness.
All of you?
Why?
We want an Emperor for our Empire.
I have consulted the physicians,
but we have no remedy other than the usual:
Sleep and eat,
eat and sleep...
Alas, when I wish to sleep I can not.
The night is longer than I should like it to be.
The food I eat tastes as bitter as gall.
My heart cannot enjoy my youth.
My lady, I know your problem well.
But I dare not speak frankly with my hand on my heart.
Speak.
Tell me.
If your highness only knew what Tirante said to us,
the vile words that she declared. How little he loves you...
I need you all to leave.
Speak now.
He has told me in secret, and has made me swear on the Bible that...
- Not to say anything to anyone? - Tell me immediately.
I shall, my lady, for the loyalty I owe you.
Tirante is a very cruel and selfish man.
In his madness, he believes he sees more than others,
although he's simply more shameless and boulder.
Do you know what he says of you?
He says that he neither loves nor wants any woman of this world
but only seeks our fortune.
He wants the Empire, at any cost.
He told me in confidence
that if there ver were another night like the one at Malvecino,
he would take your maidenhood, willingly, or by force!
And then thumbs his nose at you. Three times!
Your highness avoids me.
Me, the one who nursed you,
and trusts Stephanie and Pleasure of my life more.
And they have sold you,
and thus try to conceal a great mistake.
Do you not see how Stephanie's belly grows?
I beg you your Highness, to swear that my words will be kept secret.
For if Tirante knew,
I am sure he would kill me.
I will keep you from that danger,
and me from that burden.
What ails you?
Why are you weeping?
Leave me alone!
And guard yourself that this misfortune does not befall you too.
I thank you, sire, for having to recover from my wounds
before returning to battlefield.
I'm now ready to renew the fight against the Turks.
May I further beg Your Majesty's consent for the marriage
of Stephanie of Macedonia and Diafebus de Sant Angel.
It seems a reasonable request.
However...
In exchange for the obedience that is due to me...
I yield all my power to my daughter
so that she may do as she wishes...
if her mother consents.
Why does he mean by that?
He meant that as he knows there have been silent weddings,
he washes his hands of all responsibility.
Wether they are silent or straightened,
you have my consent.
And mine.
Put yourself in God's hands,
and celebrate your wedding.
And how can I celebrate it, with the Emperor showing such disdain?
Will there be no feasting, no joy?
What?
What need is there for parties at weddings?
Parties and weddings are better led for one when is in bed.
My Lord.
Before your departure, we must strive to
persuade the princess to give you proof of a great love.
Even if to do so, she must offer a part of her honor.
I know that she'd achieve nothing if you do not use a little good force.
You must act as bravely in bed,
as you do in battle.
I should not want to do anything that might displease my lady.
You are beating about the bush.
You're taken a part that leads nowhere. And you know it.
How can you be such a vigorous warrior and such an indolent lover?
Maiden.
Let us take council and do what is best.
How can you even think that a maiden does not wish to be loved?
The fear of shame
prevents me from reaching paradise in this world.
Have you not heard what the Psalmist says?
If you wish to win a mistress or maiden,
you must not have a fear nor shame. Love are among other things,
but when you're in bed with her,
do not of her courtesies she does not want.
Please.
I beg you, take me to my lady's bed.
Desnudaos.
Oh for God sake, you are so annoying!
Can you not let me sleep?
You just came out of the bath and your skin is soft and smooth.
It's nice to touch you.
Touch if you wish,
but not so far down.
Sleep peacefully and let me touch your body,
which I claim, as I am here in place of the Tirante.
Oh, faithless Tirante! Where are you now?
If these hands would be Tirante's,
he would be happy and joyful.
Have you gone mad or are you trying to do what is unnatural?
Quiet, quiet.
It is Tirante, who would sacrifice his life for you.
Please be quiet.
What is the matter, my lady?
Through the window, my lord.
My wife. Please, my lady.
It is the princess.
That princess is in pain.
My lord!
My lord, this way.
You have to leave this way.
And use the refectory door, to get back to your chamber.
Quickly.
What was it? A nightmare?
Did the ogre come to eat your ears?
Mother is here.
Whatever is the matter, girl.
Be calm, be calm.
A rat, a very big rat.
He climbed on my bed and crawled over my face.
Not that big.
He had long sharp claws, like a tiger.
Thank God he did not touch my eyes.
What has happened?
These silly maidens are scared by trivials.
A rat has come passed Carmesina's face.
Go back to sleep, everyone.
Stephanie.
Tirante needs help.
All is well.
I must lower the rope.
- It is not long enough. - Pardon?
The rope.
It does not reach the ground.
Where is that rat?
My lord.
When the Empress dies I will marry you.
God.
I am sorry, I must remove the rope.
I can't take that pain!
I need a doctor, but not a soul should know.
Your injury is not the kind that can be concealed, my Lord.
Especially with the present commotion in the palace.
You must brave yourself to right as if you're going into battlefield.
We shall then say that the horse fell upon you.
- How serious is the injury? - He has broken his right leg.
- I'll get a horse. - Hurry! Hurry!
Captain Tirante. You're hurt!
Courage, captain. We will help you.
How did he come to break both legs?
I was eager to see you depart for the battlefield,
where many Turks ruled my cities again.
But as you cannot be there, I'll have to gather my strength.
Great bear that I am, I'll take the battles upon myself.
I assure you, sire,
that upon the appointed day...
with or without the use of my legs,
I will be ready to do battle.
I do not think his life is in danger.
But there is no doubt he is in great pain.
The bones stick out through the skin. You can see the marrow within.
Jesus.
My lady.
The knight claimed that it was not his will
but that if the bishop had a 1,000 gold coins at his disposal,
allowed him to borrow them...
he would gladly return the money to his vassal.
Come in.
Whose is the greatest sin?
That of the knight who was unwilling to return of what he had stolen
or that of the bishop, who, having the money at his disposal,
was unwilling to lend it to the knight?"
Tell me, how is my lady?
My lord Tirante, you know little of us women.
For we say one thing and feel another.
Carmesina loves you as much as you love her.
She swooned on hearing of your wound.
Tell her I regret the offense.
Tell her...
I will try to find the appropriate punishment.
What nonsense?
Be sorry. But only for not having filled your desire.
It is time to reap for what you've sown.
I swear that you be our Emperor.
Wait a moment.
Stay here.
Hippolytus.
I find your face altered, thin and pale.
And not without reason,
for Tirante's pain has deeply affected all of his companions.
I understand well.
For it affects me too. I myself wake at night
as if it were my husband, my cousin or my brother.
So I spend sleepless nights.
That is because Your Majesty sleeps alone
and the pleasures of your bed remain un-relished.
It seems that you know well the torments of those who sleep alone.
Yes, my lady. As I suffer too,
and I do not sleep at night.
- And who torments you so? - My Lady.
Who would dare to confess his woes to a women of such excellence?
Come, speak.
Never be ashamed to tell the glory of your thoughts.
Even less to such a one as I
who knows to hold her tongue.
My lady, since you insist,
I will tell you it is love that torments me.
And not a shirt I can change it to win.
Come closer.
You say you are in love.
I demand to know with whom.
Your Majesty is the one that Heaven has ordained
that I should love and serve all the days of my life.
Tell me, Hippolytus,
You think a knight's fortunate if a great lady loves him?
My Lady
I shall gladly do anything Your Majesty orders me.
If you swear that neither the Emperor nor any other will learn it,
you may choose anything of mine you find pleasant.
My lord, would it not be better for you to have a woman
who is skilled in the art of love. Even if she were not a maiden?
Leave me, please.
I know for certainty that they want to put out the light of your life.
You are surrounded by evil people who only faint loyalty.
If they're sure to have peace
Carmesina would be the first to lead you into
the house of eternal and bitter pain.
Leave, lady.
Your words, although I do not believe them, fill my heart with pain.
I will make you believe them.
Are you more tempted by the dry fountains of a half boiled girl?
This one should work, my lady.
Good.
I will take this with me.
You. Come here.
- How old are you? - 16, my lady.
We must get you a dress.
My lady, you have not touched the food.
Is Your Majesty feeling unwell?
I have a headache.
Does Your Majesty wish me to ask the physicians
- to prepare her a remedy? - No.
The physicians do not know anything.
I know what I need.
You may go.
You as well, Elisha.
What would people say...
I'm in love with one who could be my grandson.
Come closer.
With my body
I give you my heart and my soul.
The proof you demanded.
Carmesina.
And, she is reading?
Her image pleases me, but I much rather hear her voice.
The princess reads not for you.
But quietly for another who is close by.
Juanón, the gardener,
is much appreciated by certain ladies notorious
for their libidinous behavior.
As you can see the Princess is stead-fast in
defending her virginity.
No!
Remove!
Lord Tirante.
Forget the one who doesn't love you.
Forget that lascivious princess who's fooled you, and her mother,
that subjects herself to a black Moor.
Take me, my lord.
My body and soul are yours.
What greater glory could there be then to have me serve you,
with all my being,
day and night...
In your chamber, or in your tent.
Insist no longer.
It is that impossible for me to forget the princess
as for the waters to run upstream.
Have mercy.
Oh. Have mercy!
Receive this as a gift, Hippolytus.
Wear this in my honor.
And when you gaze upon it remember that woman who loves you more than her life.
Hippolytus, you must pray that I live long.
Would it not be a miracle, that in a few years time,
I might place upon your head a crown of gold.
How long has she been in there?
Three days, sire. But I do not think she is ill.
For she eats with great appetite the food that we leave her.
Knock on the door.
- What is the matter? - Open the door.
Leave me alone.
Open the door or I will order it
to knock it down.
Sire. I have the key.
Hide! Now!
Hipólitus!
What... what smell is this?
I have not opened the windows in two days.
Why are you as naked
as the day you were born?
In my sleep... I must have removed my nightgown.
I dreamed our son was alive
and his graceful mouth was sucking on my breasts.
Your son...
Always your son.
He was also my son.
Speak. What news do you bring?
Sire,
I beg forgiveness for the sorrow this news may cause.
The Turks have entered the city of Saint George
and the best of our horsemen have been defeated.
Where is the Empress?
Tell Tirante to employ in his arms
the strength he lacks
in his legs.
He will understand.
That is the state of your poor father.
Any day now he'll cough himself in two.
Wait.
And what is worse...
He is in his old age. Soon he might truely loose his head
and deliver you to the Grand Turk with whom you will have heretics.
It took the physicians four hours to bring him back
after the last time.
And if, God forbid it, he faints again and never regain to his senses...
Who will be our Emperor then?
Your mother,
who is also going mad and has returned to a second youth?
You,
only sixteen years old, and still sucking your thumb?
Give your maidenhood to Tirante, and you'll have the key to the Empire,
a knight that will save us from many evils.
Why do you wait?
God almighty.
Why can I not have wedding like other maidens...
A wedding with a banquet?
And why can I not offer myself to the man I love? Once he is my husband.
Why do you think?
Because you are the princess,
because your father is doting, your mother is mad
and the Empire depends on you.
Oh, Lord Jesus Christ,
true God and man, I pray to you to allow my lord Tirante
to wear this crown
as title and sovereignty over all the Greek empire,
after my father's death.
The princess is yours, my lord.
You are offering me a paradise
when I have great slabs are tied to my feet and my hands.
I shall help you.
Is this your will, princess?
I say with sadness in my heart.
I've got so far, that I can not to turn back,
and if you wish it to be thus,
I can not deny your desire. However,
I beg of you the great mercy of preserving my honor,
and not ravishing yet.
It is quite clear that my lord Tirante is about to burst,
and that the heaven place the Princess guards between her legs
is declaring her appetite as when a mouth waters before a delicate dish.
So stop being so foolish and enjoy the pleasure that you
both desire, which is lawful yours.
Although I fear that my wish might never be fulfilled,
I shall never put my desire before the princess's request.
Now you're my lord,
and you will be my lord as long as I live.
I wish to know nothing more of your love!
If you came in as a virgin, you leave as a virgin, thanks to too much shame
and confusion, on both parts.
Enough is enough.
I've been sent to thy majesty
by the lord of lords of the Muhammadan sect,
The great Sultan of Babylon,
Mohamed IV, son of the great Mohamed III.
On behalf of the great Sultan, I come to tell you, sire,
that if your majesty seeks harmony and good friendship,
the Sultan will have you as a father and you will have him as a true son.
If in return for such friendship you'd agree to give your
daughter Carmesina in marriage,
his one condition is:
That if she gives birth to a son,
this son shall become a follower of our saintly prophet Muhammad.
And the sultan, in reward for such a marriage,
will give back to you all the cities, castles and palaces
he has taken from your Empire.
Ambassador.
Our savior Jesus Christ
orders us to live and die in his holy Christian faith.
I beg the great sultan, in his immense clemency,
not to ask me to do things that go against our Holy Catholic faith.
And that he'll exempt me from
giving my daughter to a man who,
although he deserves all our respect, follows
a law which is different from ours.
Remember your invincible captain's
legs are broken.
A matter of such import requires some hours of meditation.
We shall meet tomorrow, lord Ambassador.
Be prudent and accept
what your parents decide justly, and for the good of all.
We're talking about peace for the world.
At last, Princess, at last.
Now shout, cry and exclaim and tech some maiden.
Do not seek to defeat me, my lord.
Allow me to resist.
Oh, my lord!
Why do so much damage to the beloved?
Follow not, for piety.
Pity this poor girl!
I love you.
Oh, sad hope.
Here is a princess up.
With the pain of one who has grown up
in what he understands and believes is the one true faith,
but convinced
that ours is a true decision which shall bring peace to the land,
we have decided to accept the Grand Sultan conditions.
As long as, if a girl child were to be born,
she would be given to us to be raised in our faith.
Go then in search of the grand sultan,
and tell him that with these words
I offer him my daughter Carmesina to be his wife.
It can not be.
Because for the last few hours
I have been carrying Tirant's seed within my body,
And I pray to God that it will be fruitful.
There will be war.
Behind.
Kill him, kill him!
The Turk is dead!
I... I have a great pain in my chest.
The physicians are in the camp. They shall relieve your pain.
Diafebus, my friend...
I am dying.
I want to see Carmesina.
Take me to Carmesina.
The great Turk is dead at Tirante's hand!
Diafebus!
Tirante is worse. I think he has fainted.
He is dead.
March on.
He wrote this letter
a few hours before he died.
"Cruel fortune did not wish me to reach you to die in your arms.
The end of my life would then have less painful.
Keep my memory and commend my soul to the Lord,
from whom I received it, and who now takes it back in pain.
Your Tirante kisses your hands and feet tight."
Where is my Tirante?
Can you hear me?
Where have you gone?
Can you see from there my heart is breaking?
I wish only for death!
And I vow to die!
At last, we return home.
We have been sailing for two days across the sea of Marma,
We've seen land on both sides.
On this occasion,
Asia is the port and Europe the starboard.
Europe the starboard.
Princess Carmesina,
having stopped eating and drinking, of her own will,
wasted away and died two months later.
Shortly there after The Emperor succumbed to his illnesses,
and to the painful cause of events.
Hipólitus then married the Empress.
He sits now on the throne of Byzantium.
Placerdemivida is his adviser.
And some say... his mistress.
The Peaceful Widow found solace in the arms of another warrior.
Ashes are all that remain.
We have been cast out of paradise.
But the Turks never entered Constantinople.
Not for the time being.
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