Horea Page #7

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how many perished while making

people rebel?

Around one hundred and fifty.

What kind of scales do you use, sir?

The scales of state reason,

the scales the emperor gave me.

Those are phony scales, sir,

as their master.

I'm getting hungry. Aren't you?

Why should I lie, captain?

I'm hungry too.

Then I'll go order something

good to eat.

You shouldn't have said anything.

Neither Horea, nor Closca said nothing.

They admitted to nothing.

What we did, we did in front of the

whole world.

They want to know how

the riot was planned.

What were your connections

in the villages,

where the secret roads

are and hiding places.

So they might know how to prevent

it in the future.

Who are you?

A Romanian,

a measly Romanian.

Good. I won't say anything more.

It's too late now, Crisan.

They're experts.

It's all done since you talked.

They'll confuse you with what you said

so far. They're good at it.

Crisan, the nobles' terror. I like the

fact that you're not stubborn.

Your comrades, Horea and Closca, told

us everything as well.

- We will consider everything.

- Everything will be considered.

I'd also like to know...

Well, general, I'm very

tired and hungry.

Of course, of course.

Tomorrow morning,

we have all the time in the world.

Take off some of his chains.

Now, sir, I thank you for dinner,

it was good.

And don't be upset that you couldn't

learn what you wanted from me.

This is secret is kept by

too many people.

It isn't mine or anyone else's, it's ours.

So, the turmoil is over.

For three weeks, Romanians were free

and you can't take that back.

People forget, Horea.

You don't know us, sir, and you can't

rule over us.

Only we know ourselves,

our good and bad,

and I did nothing but teach it to some

with a kind word, with fire,

with the scythe, with terror, so that

each and everyone may understand.

So they may rebel with me and I may

die, I, Ursu Necula, called Horea,

called thus because I enjoyed

life and singing.

Let's go outside.

We are ordered to let him rest.

Well, Horea, I didn't tell them much.

Majesty, Ursu Necula, called Horea,

has a great personality, with an

unusual force of heart,

not only with peasants, but among the

highest social ranks.

He cannot be bought,

nor made to doubt the justice of his

cause and of his means.

That is why, as a political necessity,

his execution is called for in a

terrifying manner.

Although contrary to your

august principles,

this must be done in front of three

youths and old men from each village,

so that the love and faith in Horea may

be destroyed for all eternity.

Prepare arms! Fire!

The emperor hates crime, loves the

people, he is the father of the people.

This is the reward of your faith. You did

your duty. Let this day of joy

and celebration be a teaching for your

children and their children's children.

Take this medal awarded

by his Majesty.

I was the one who caught Crisan. The

villagers will kill me.

And the bishop gets rewarded.

It's value is in the imperial grace,

not in the gold.

I wish you guide them for many years,

ruling the peasants' souls,

these children capable of

miracles and murders.

We're no longer serfs, my brother.

- We're no longer serfs...

- Shut the hell up!

Come closer and collect your reward.

Approach.

I'm free, I'm free, I'm free! I,

Maties lon, am free!

The sentence in the trial against Horea,

also called Ursu Necula,

charged with instigating to riots,

posing as leader of the rebelled people

whom he solely gathered and named

leaders lower in rank.

He gave, either personally, either

through his men,

the order that from every serf home,

one man should come to arms and,

thus, powers united,

they should kill all nobles, steal their

fortunes, turn into ruin every home,

drive them away from Transylvania that

Horea considers to be Romanian land.

As it is.

Please, forgive me, the servant, for I

only do my duty,

and I swear that I hold no

grudge against you.

You were born from the ground and

there you shall return...

Shut up, father.

Leave us to die in peace.

They're stupid, lon, they're stupid.

Why do you say that?

The city of Belgrade... Mihai Voda's

Belgrade they give to us.

Good. You made me a peasant.

Go in peace, lon!

Father, will you be upset if

I ask you something?

I am only upset with those who don't

ask. Those are stones, not people.

I'd ask myself, but I've no one

to ask anything.

What does the emperor look like?

Does he wear a crown on his head and

a beard as God?

What do you care about the way the

emperor looks?

- Now, see that I've upset you?

- Go on, ask.

And did he really tell you, Horea or

Necula,

gather the people and kill the nobles?

lon, do you think emperors talk

straight like that?

That how we talk, the peasants.

You should know when you

meet the emperor,

that he has a confusing tongue.

If things go well, he is honored

and revered,

if things go bad, it means that you

didn't understand him.

But when will I have to talk

to the emperor?

It had to begin at some point,

by any means, but it had to begin.

What's worse is not slavery,

but that people get used to it if

enough time passes.

People grow accustomed with slavery,

with obeisance, with fear,

with mockery.

They stop caring and become as the

dumb bird used to its cage,

forgetting it ever flew.

Or is afraid its master might know it

hasn't forget how to fly.

Only now, with the emperor's

permission or not,

we know we can do it.

Now I understand,

that you are the emperor.

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