Mircea Veroiu: Wounded by Love of Life Page #2

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My son!

- Your Highness!

- Get up!

Vladut... I can't find him.

Nobody knows...

My son...

- Mezea, do you know anything?

- The guards saw him riding away.

- I'll go find more.

- Go!

- Did you beat him?

- Me?

I didn't even see him today.

Daughter-in-law Irina, I didn't like

tramps even when I was young.

You should dress properly

when you come to see me.

Go! Don't worry, we'll find him.

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

Now! Beat the drums

all night long.

Let them think that the whole Europe

came to help us.

- What are you doing here?

- Forgive me, but...

- Father!

- Child! How did you get here?

I rode. I changed two horses,

but I got here.

- Hello, father!

- Did you come by yourself?

Tell them to go.

I must talk to you in private.

Is there something wrong

with mother?

No, she's fine, but things are bad.

Your Highness, the Turk envoy

wishes to speak to you.

Tell him to wait.

You can go.

You two come with me.

You can sleep here.

Take your clothes off.

We'll talk in the morning.

Wait for me.

My soul rejoices. I wanted

to see the light in your eyes.

Izedin-bey, you're getting younger

and a smoother talker by the years.

What am I to understand

from this visit?

Aren't you happy

with my father's answer?

We'll receive the answer in two days.

To be honest with you,

your great father,

may Allah bless him,

appeared to me weak and tired.

We always thought that you were

the best to rule the country.

The closest to us.

Although...

My friend, am I to understand

that if I'm in need of some council

or some help,

maybe a little army or a dagger,

can I count on you?

Anytime.

Now is the best time.

Allow me to step back.

My master is anxious.

Did you hear that?

They're ready to help me

kill my father and my brother,

for the throne that I deserve.

It appears that the Turks

don't like Mihail too much.

Vlad!

Help!

What's that?

A child!

I'm drowning!

- Slow down!

- Help!

Give me your hand!

I'm sorry, Your Highness.

If I had a few more months...

The helmet!

I'll teach him.

- That horse is a beast.

- It's a gift from His Highness.

Careful!

Your Highness...

Out of the way!

Hold it!

Goddamn horse!

Out of the way!

Mihail...

It's a gift from me.

An Arab merchant once told me

that out of all the animals,

the horse feels the man the best.

It knows if that man

is courageous or coward,

good or evil.

Or if he has hidden thoughts.

God have mercy on us!

Your Highness!

What?

May I speak to you?

- Did you bring the news?

- From prince Vlad.

- Your Highness!

- Relax!

- Come with me!

- Yes, Your Majesty.

Make way!

You dog!

Tell me who took the child!

Or won't you?

Tell me!

Vlad!

Vlad!

Vlad!

My son...

How can this be?

Why did he ran away from home?

- Who told you the Turks have him?

- Izedin.

He sent word that Vladut

is kept by Mehmet.

He's waiting for me

on the other shore.

You two, come with me!

Give me that!

- Your Majesty...

- You stay here!

I swear on the Koran that right now

are heads aren't worth a dime.

- Why did you do this?

- Tell them we're Mircea's envoys.

- What if someone recognizes you?

- How's the child?

He's fine.

He's the sultan's guest.

Tell me...

- It's true that you took Vlad?

- Me?

Yes, I did.

I wanted you to accept

Mehmet's offer.

Mircea, I was by your side,

I helped you try to give the throne

to Musa, his brother.

We couldn't do it.

We weren't lucky.

Not me, not you, not poor Musa.

If I don't hand you over to him,

it's my head.

- You're scared, lzedin. Sell me!

- Yes, I'm scared.

Your courage is crazy!

But it's not too late.

Have it your way.

Follow me!

This may be my last craziness.

If he asks, I'll tell him it's you.

If not, I'll keep my mouth shut.

- I won't help you in other way.

- I know.

Mircea's envoy!

Do you like it, prince?

It's not bad.

You don't see that back home.

Then why don't you stay here?

- Impossible.

- May I ask why?

I'd miss my grandpa.

And the others.

What?

Master, Emergi of Karavlachia's

envoy is here.

Send them in!

Captain Nicoara!

What a fortunate event!

Captain Stroe, Bratu,

look where I end up!

A future king must know his soldiers,

right?

Yes...

I'm listening to the answer.

His Majesty, Mircea, thinks that war

and peace are too important things

to be left up to the envoys.

That's why he proposes a meeting, at

the time and place that you choose.

You can make a decision together,

without intrusions.

That's what I had to say.

Now is off with his head.

Come closer, captain Nicoara.

You're old

but you seem strong enough.

- You fought in many battles?

- Too many, Your Majesty.

And you're still alive.

- Are you happy?

- I am.

You don't look like an ordinary man.

So Emergi-bey thinks of himself

as our equal.

He didn't learn a thing from

the victory of my father, Baiazid,

at the place called Rovine.

That's not true. At Rovine,

grandpa Mircea beat up Baiazid.

- Were you there, prince?

- No. I wasn't born yet.

I was there.

And I saw your grandfather fighting.

He was young back then.

Later, he helped

our estranged brothers,

Mustafa and Musa.

I'm afraid this will have

a bloody end.

Our brother, Musa.

Is he alright?

Does he have everything he wants?

Master, he leads a life of luxury.

Every second he gives thanks

to his merciful brother.

Where is he?

I miss him.

Show your love, your remorse!

No, no, no!

Take him away!

You got away after all!

Those that were so hasty

will be punished.

- Captain...

- Nicoara.

We don't want war.

But we want Emergi to recognize

our place in today's world.

And we want him

to recognize his place.

Especially since his grandson

is here, our captive.

To prove our goodwill, he has

one more week to think things over.

Not one second more.

Izedin-bey, come here.

What do you know about Dan?

He and his mercenaries

are at the right place.

- How are his chances?

- If we fight now, he'll be alright.

As a friend,

which one is more important?

- Mircea.

- And as an enemy?

Again him.

Captain Nicoara...

As another proof of my goodwill,

I'll send him his grandson.

- Prince, it was a pleasure.

- Likewise.

Grandpa...

Father!

Allow me to speak to this

foolish child, Your Majesty!

Okay, but mean it!

How could you think

that I'd betray His Highness?

Others do. Uncle Mihai.

And I saw Udova, lercau

and aunt Elisaveta.

You were planning on disturbing

His Majesty with this nonsense?

- Do you want to break his heart?

- I won't tell.

He can't stand the cowardly soldier,

the proud fool and the traitor.

You told me. That's enough.

Come!

Did you give him a good beating?

I didn't hear him cry.

You won't hear.

And I'd shut up if I were you.

To go among the enemies...

If I'd died

there wasn't such a big deal.

But you're the king and you can't put

yourself in danger for a grandson.

You have more.

It's a good thing

that you didn't give me up.

I know a thing or two...

For your forebereance,

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