Mircea Veroiu: Wounded by Love of Life

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Mircea!

Mircea!

Mircea!

Brother!

Brother you say?!

When you sold our country

to the Turks

and you robbed me of my throne

was I still your brother?

You know the truth,

you just don't want to admit it.

- What do I know?

- We're little, unimportant.

Our destiny

is to obey the strong ones.

If you could only understand...

I don't want to rule

over people living on their knees,

to tarnish their souls

with lies and deceit,

forcing them to comply to strangers.

You sentenced me to death!

You sign your own sentence

if you step foot on this land again.

Don't forget the blood spilled

here and at Rovine.

And don't forget me!

You had a bad dream,

Your Highness.

I dreamt that I was young.

And I dreamt of that night.

- When I forgave Dan, my brother.

- May he rot in Hell!

I'm sorry...

And I dreamt a dark water.

I'm getting old and I feel the burden

of my responsibilities.

I don't want my hand or my thought

to tremble.

Don't you say anything?

I'm listening, Your Highness.

He's waiting for you.

That's my man!

I won't hide you the fact that

the discussions with your husband,

the co-regent prince Mihail,

are very difficult.

He's not very determined.

His Majesty Sigismundus,

king of Hungary

and emperor of Germany...

Our son, prince Dan.

I'm secretly raising him according

to the principles

of our Mother,

the Roman Apostolic Church.

Very well...

Sigismundus is the first sword

and the last hope of Christianity.

The fact that he's willing to accept

the vassalage of the Romanian kingdom

is a great honor for you.

My daughter...

His Highness, Mircea,

can't understand this truth.

If you want your husband

to rule as soon as possible,

help him understand.

Make him understand.

Force him understand!

Only by accepting the protection

of the great Sigismundus

can he be crowned as ruler.

As long as old Mircea is alive...

This little detail

is up to the Providence, my daughter.

What's wrong?

Come in!

Straight ahead!

At the top of the stairs there's

a place overlooking the terrace.

Don't let your hand shake!

Lords Udova and lercau want us

to reach an understanding

and that's why they're here,

although...

Prince Mihail, it's an outrage!

I'm sent here

by king Vladislav of Poland.

I shouldn't be going

around in a priest's clothes

just because you can't seem

to make up your mind.

- Although they're in great danger.

- God help us!

Make up your mind, Your Highness,

our new Sun!

You're co-regent prince. You have

equal rights with your father.

Use them!

Just a candle.

God help us!

I read Vladislav's letter.

Along with his military help,

he offers us his protection.

What am I to understand?

That the war against the Ottomans

will be lead by His Majesty,

at the time chosen

by His Majesty.

We're little.

What can we do by ourselves?

And who can force my father

to obey to the king of Poland?

Your Highness, if you want to rule.

Or Providence...

Sometimes, we can lend a hand...

Grandpa, I don't like it when you lay

there with your eyes closed.

Grandpa, are you immortal?

Why are you asking?

Because I hear some saying:

"This one is not going to die!"

Did you visit the troops

near the Danube?

I did.

You're walking around

at your old age,

instead of resting your hoary bones.

That's what Mom says.

But she says it with love.

Aunt Elisaveta says it with anger.

And others too.

There are three things

that I always hated.

The scared soldier,

the proud fool and the traitor.

Whether he was a lord

or a commoner.

If so, I won't tell you anything.

But you'll be sorry.

Please allow me

to go and mind my own business.

Look what I found on the terrace!

It's the tip of the arrow.

He's not coming.

We got rid of him.

Shall we tell him?

I went to see

our army near the Danube,

the one ruled by our son, Vlad.

Mehmet and his soldiers

are on the other bank.

They have a bigger army than Baiazid.

But that's not a bad thing.

It means they're scared.

It also appears that some of you

are scared too.

- He knows.

- God forbid!

Send in the Polish envoy.

I received the letter

from king laroslav lagelo.

I think you made a mistake and gave

me what was meant for Mihail,

our co-regent son,

and to him what was meant for me.

His Highness offer us his help

if we obey him.

That's the custom

all over the Christianity.

And it also says here

that we will fight under his orders

with whoever and whenever

His Majesty desires.

There also other flattering

Christian proposals.

You're free to leave.

Thank you.

Let's see what Mehmet wants.

Send in the Turk envoy.

How long do we know each other,

lzedin-bey?

For many years, Your Highness.

Be brief!

What does your master want?

The sultan will retreat

and he'll let you rule,

if you pay him a tribute, if you send

him troops when he'll ask for them,

and if you'll grant him the right

to pass through your country

with his army whenever he wants to.

You must promise not to mingle

with the Empire anymore.

As a guarantee that you will respect

the understanding,

one of your sons will live

as a guest at the sultan's palace.

Mehmet doesn't have the great wishes

of his father, Baiazid.

And he's less proud.

We'll send our answer back

in two days.

So long, Your Highness.

And now, let's talk!

For 30 years

we fought against any dominion.

What shall we do now? Do we obey

to the pagans or to the Christians?

Or both?

Did you say something, my son?

No.

I mean...

I think the Turks are too many.

They are many.

And will they be fewer if we go down

on our knees and beg for peace?

Your Highness, we have one life

and one pride.

He's near the grave,

and he wants to fight.

Why do you whisper, lord Udova?

Speak up!

- Enlighten us!

- May your will be done!

You know everything

better than us.

Udova, if you stay like this,

you won't be able to look ahead.

And you'll only stand up

in the darkness.

We looked down too much.

And I swore to give this country

pride and honor.

We must find the secret that

kept us still for a thousand years,

so we can strangle it

with everything

that keeps us near it.

Go to the people,

tell them there are hard times ahead.

The enemy is everywhere.

I need them!

Who's not with me,

may he be a soldier or a commoner,

is against the country.

You have time to think

until tomorrow morning.

Such a great personality!

I have one more bad news.

What can I do?

I am but a woman.

Prince Dan is back.

If prince Mihail doesn't understand

what he's supposed to,

prince Dan will.

Emperor Sigismundus

was impressed with him.

Very well, my daughter!

- Dan is back from abroad.

- Where is he?

- In a safe place.

- He's our only hope.

- We must go to Bran.

- We must.

- Hello!

- His Highness' grandson.

Prince...

My horse! Help me get on it!

That's it.

Wait, Your Highness!

They'll kill us!

Where's the child?

You lost him, you sinners!

We're sorry, Milady!

He's so fidgety!

Why didn't you take care of him?

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