Horea Page #6
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- 1984
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which represents public good and
public freedom is endangered,
the people may and have the right
to change the old governing and
set a new one.
The doctrine of submission to an
arbitrary government
is absurd and menial.
The riot is subsequently legitimate
everywhere power is not directly given
by the people,
everywhere the purpose of government
does not represent
the general good of society, but the
good of one man or few people.
Subject for centuries to a cruel, blind
and stupid tyranny,
the noble Romanians wallowed in
misery until,
out of the very bosom of its
suffering, Horea emerged.
People tormented by every nation
joined him
and bishops and arms were
sent against rebels.
Clergy is always present in political
turmoil,
perhaps they know the
art of deceiving.
Brother Brissot doesn't know that the
low-ranked clergy
took part in the riot
with their congregation.
they are oppressed!
The people only demand justice,
and sovereigns, no matter how wise
they may want to seem,
through the very nature of their
power...
Taxes and chores in favor of nobles
tripled over the last few years.
We work for them for five days,
and when we go home the sixth day
to work for our benefit,
they won't leave us and they call for us
everywhere to no beginning and no end
in winter, spring, summer or fall.
And Your Grace should know that we
reap, we harvest,
we carry the crops, but not for us.
We hand over everything,
butter, meat, fowl and eggs, fish, nuts,
our rags we give for their paper mills,
so that nobles may read.
We can't read, you Grace, but only few
of us, such as myself, Ursu Necula,
who was sent to you for this reason by
the people.
And it is not only the nobles who
oppress us, but their servants as well,
the nobles.
Those who rise and forget their origins
are worse than the nobles,
because they are even more greedy.
There are no laws but their
whims and desires.
Laws go according to them but the
hardest of all is the mockery,
for we feed tax collectors as well,
the investigators who torture us, those
who beat us.
Then, what is left for us, Your Grace?
Shall we perish, shall we perish from
our lands or... Or?
- Or...
- Or...
Do it!
In order to eliminate the rumors that
the rebel leaders have not been
apprehended
or enjoy special privileges in captivity,
they will be dragged in chains to the
places of their crimes, heavily guarded.
Poor horses!
They looked for you the other
day as well.
How much longer will you live in the
wilderness?
In the wilderness, as you call it,
I don't know how long.
But I will be a slave no longer.
How do you think you can set him free
on your own?
He is in chains,
people are frightened,
by the emperor's orders,
men hang each day in each village,
they are wheeled.
How am I supposed to let him be
tortured?
How can I leave him to be
mocked?
Here. Food for the road.
What are you doing, Irina?
You were kind to me and
we were happy together.
Thank you.
How?
Then, may your hand be steady.
Well, lon, let us tend to our duty.
Father, don't be afraid. It's your
son, lonut.
Good evening, lon.
Father, I wanted to shoot you in the
heart, to spare you from torments.
Is that what you think of me, that I'm
frightened by torture?
I don't fear it, otherwise they wouldn't
have caught me alive.
As to death, when I had people rebel,
my son,
I made a deal with death as
well!
We owe death anyway.
But it matters how you die.
I reckon I have the strength to die like
this, so that the people I die for
may be forever ashamed to live with
in front of some lowlifes, in front of
some nobodies.
But are we going to do without you?
Keep to your life as the wolf keeps
to his prey.
Have many children, starve so may
send your children to schools,
so they may be more schooled than
the nobles' children.
And from time to time, tell them a
story about me as well, but not often.
Why not often, father?
So words may not grow cheap.
Are you crying? Are you crying, son?
Let this be the last time, hear me?
We are not allowed to cry.
I understand, father. I understand.
Question no 1. Name, age, occupation.
My name is Crisan, or Giurgiu Marcu,
52 years-old, humble servant.
Question no 2. Do you know why you are
here in chains?
I reckon that it's not for
picking flowers.
For ripping out nobles' souls!
Because I made people rebel so there
may be justice for us!
Who commanded the Mesteacan riot?
I did! Don't you know?
I didn't do it in secret!
We did nothing in secret!
for a long time!
Their children's children
will remember!
Do you know that not even the emperor
can stand them?
I know, but for other reasons.
Mesteacan riot?
How could we do anything without him,
without out leader?
I said he should be unchained.
Excellency, I cannot take the
responsibility...
Take them off!
Thank you, Excellency.
Good evening, Horea.
Good evening to you too, sir.
I kindly ask you to let me rest
by your arm.
I have no strength left.
I'm dying, I have cancer.
We are all mortals.
But you and myself are closer to
death than others.
if you'd be so kind.
And in front of him.
Thank you, sir.
the commission.
And you thought I'd confess
to food and drink.
No, I didn't call you here to confess.
I know, I know, you called me to
treat me kind.
Take anything you want,
anything you like.
I'll ask you to forgive me.
It is not virtue that makes me
abstemious, but weakness.
I mean, the doctors... I would very much
like a glass of that wine.
If you're dying, why not drink then?
I trust you're not worried that I
might try to poison you.
You are not that kind!
What to drink to now, sir?
Health, long life?
Here's to an easy death!
It has been ruled that you'll wheeled
for your deeds,
that is, you'll have your
legs and arms broken...
Everyone dies in some way, sir...
Then your body will be ripped in four
and scattered in four corners
of the country.
I will have a large tomb then, as big
as the entire country of Ardeal.
Pour me some wine.
Palida mors eque pulsat...
Do you know what this means?
'Pale death knocks on the door
of poor and kings alike.'
It isn't true, sir.
And then do you know what they did?
They sent two landowners,
one from Cris valley and one from
Brad,
together with some soldiers,
to capture Horea.
something like that?
That was their final thought. I drove
them into the ground!
lmagine they wanted Horea!
Justice isn't gained through
pillage and murders?
But haven't the nobles pillaged
us as well?
For hundreds and hundreds of years!
That is our country from our ancestors,
it's out land, reaped with sweat and
blood, work, honesty, pride!
And for all that, tell me, for I know
you counted them,
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