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It's a saint.

Everybody, the Cardinal's found a saint!

Look at that. It's a saint.

A saint?

With a sword?

Saint Martin is the only saint

with a sword.

He used it to cut his cloak in half

and share with a naked beggar.

- There are the beggar's hands.

- It looks more like a lump of sh*t.

Saint Martin is my patron saint.

I was named after him.

I see the hand of God!

I see a dead child

being received into the Earth...

and a living statue rising from it.

I see Saint Martin

sharing his cloak with a beggar...

and I see soldier Martin...

getting richer all the time.

And all that he gets...

he will share with us.

So what's he got?

Not a damn thing.

Even his booze is gone.

One day he will be rich.

God will see to that.

This statue is a sign

that he will share his fortune with us.

What do you say, Martin?

The Cardinal's right. It's a sign...

from God.

Horseshit!

This has nothing to do with God!

It's just an ugly statue

of some stupid idiot...

they stuck into the ground.

Jesus Christ!

Why the hell did you do that?

He had no faith. He wasn't one of us.

And anyone who isn't with us

is against us.

And anyone who is against us...

will wind up on the end of this sword.

The bastards who cheated us will pay.

We'll grab them by their balls

and squeeze out every penny they've got.

That's how we'll get rich.

Wait, I got you.

Get inside! Come on!

Good morning, my son.

Morning, Father.

- What does it mean?

- It's a book about Roman fortification.

Of any practical use?

Not yet.

Here, take a look at this.

- Well, what do you think of her?

- Beautiful.

- Who is she?

- Your future wife.

- Please, Father, you're joking.

- She's Prince Niccolo's daughter, Agnes.

She is already on her way here...

with an enormous dowry.

But it's insane.

I don't even know the girl.

She's been raised in a convent.

You're guaranteed a virgin.

- Why don't you take her then, Father?

- That's not a bad idea.

With a bit of luck,

you might even get a few little brothers.

Where are you going?

I've organized a hunting party.

Falcons.

- Do you feel like it?

- Yes. Falcons are marvelous.

- Da Vinci studied their flight.

- You and your Da Vinci.

Come on, scientist, the game's out there.

Kathleen, how do you behave

when you're all alone with a man?

When you're alone with a man...

you take his hand

and you press it to your breast...

and then you sigh, and you say:

"Feel how my heart is beating,

all because of you."

- And then?

- Well, the rest is nature.

- Yes, but how?

- Nature, honey.

I'm hungry.

Hey, soldier!

Give us a swig.

Here it is.

- Stop. Enough.

- As you wish.

You two are doing it together.

- Doing what?

- You know quite well.

At night, when we've made camp,

you creep in beside him. I've seen you.

So?

Will you show me how it's done?

Then I'll know how to go about it.

- Right here?

- No.

Behind the bushes.

I don't feel like doing it right now.

I insist you feel like it right now.

You're my maid. You'll do as I say.

Go!

You.

Come on.

Come on, soldier, I'll take you.

I can feel you.

Come on, my soldier, my brave soldier.

Kathleen, you may stop now.

I have seen enough.

- I can't stop.

- I said, no!

We have to go on.

- Stop it!

- What are you doing?

Stop it!

Don't go running. Don't you run from me!

I've got you.

What a delightful surprise!

We were hunting.

My son, Steven.

I've longed for this meeting, sir.

I've been counting the hours.

Father, another trick?

This whole damned hunting party?

I've made him angry.

No. He's just a little dazed

by your beauty.

Why don't you take my horse,

dear daughter, and ride with Steven?

- I really have been counting the hours.

- Really?

Until this morning,

I didn't even know you existed.

But I got a letter,

a proposal signed "Arnolfini."

Must've been my father.

But we are to be married.

- You surely know that much.

- Yes. But I've refused.

Why? Don't I please you?

You're pleasing enough.

But I don't need a wife now.

She'd distract me from what I want to do.

What's that?

To be a scholar and a scientist.

To investigate nature

and invent new things.

And I don't need any woman for that.

Where are you going?

Riding.

And I don't need any man for that!

Agnes! Don't be childish. Wait!

What are you doing in this filthy place?

Are you looking for something?

I read a book in the convent library,

about love and black magic.

There was a passage I found fascinating.

- What was it about?

- A magic root. Mandrake.

It grows in a place like this.

If a man and a woman eat of it,

they will love each other forever.

Did it also say why you have to dig

in this particular spot?

The nuns inked out

that passage very carefully.

When a man is hanged, he comes...

and his semen spills to the ground.

That's where your mandrake sprouts.

Explains why the passage was inked out.

There, what did I tell you? Mandrake.

Here, half each.

Eat it,

and we'll love each other forever.

- Rubbish.

- Have you ever tried it?

Of course not.

Any scholar will tell you it's nonsense.

And you want to investigate nature.

I thought real scientists

didn't believe in hearsay...

that they had to investigate everything

for themselves.

Well, I'll eat it.

I like to try things out for myself.

All right.

I believe it's working.

I feel...

strange inside.

Agnes, don't you think

that's a plain old turnip?

No.

It's a magic root.

I'm tingling all over my body.

Here, feel.

Feel how my heart is beating for you.

Nothing will ever keep us apart now.

- Who are they?

- Pilgrims.

Just some monks on a pilgrimage.

- May we give alms?

- Of course.

Here.

- Alms, sir. Alms for the love of God?

- Remember the pilgrims.

- Thank you, my lord.

- For the love of God.

- Bless you.

- Alms, sir.

Alms for the poor. Please.

Thank you.

God will bless you.

- Alms, sir?

- For the love of God.

- Thank you, madam.

- God bless you.

Thank you, little scholar.

- Let's get them.

- Father!

An ambush!

Watch out!

Get inside! Move!

The sticks, get them out of the wheels.

Inside.

To the wagons.

Get in!

This is from me to you...

for my babe!

Let's go. Come on!

Get out of the wagon!

All right, guys, let's go.

Mama, we're rich!

We're rich! The statue was right!

The girl!

It's Arnolfini, my former patron.

Get him a jug of wine.

We'll make him welcome.

We've been ambushed...

by some of those damn mercenaries

you drove out of the city.

What were you doing there?

By God, you should...

Meeting my bride.

- And where is your bride?

- I don't know.

They've kidnapped her.

I want her back, Hawkwood.

We must go after them, you and I.

My soldiering days are over, Steven.

I bought my freedom at great cost

from your father.

I need you, Captain.

My father's badly wounded, and I'm

no soldier. You've got to take command.

I have served my time, my boy.

And now there is Clara.

- And there are seedlings to be planted.

- Seedlings?

My father's half-dead.

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