Pope Joan Page #2

Si... Simile est grano...

quod acceptum...

The boy is confused.

Believe me, he can do better.

hortum...

et crevits et...

You are a disgrace!

Let him go.

God did not intend every child

to study Scripture.

Simile est quod acceptum grano sinapis

Gay misit in hortum suum...

et crevit et factum est

in arborem magnam...

et volucres caeli

requieverunt in ramis eius...

- You know how to read?

- And write.

- Matthew taught me.

- How dare you.

I can take Matthew's place

at the schola and study.

- I can make you proud, father.

- Unnatural creature!

You have brought God's wrath

down upon us.

Did you understand

what you just read?

"It's similar to a mustard seed,

that a man took and planted in his garden.

"And it grew and became a tree,

"and the birds at the sky

lived in its branches".

And what you think

it's meant by the mustard seed?

Perhaps its faith,

planted in the heart

like a mustard seed in the garden.

And if you tend to it,

a big tree will grow from it.

But perhaps it also means the Church.

It too started like a mustard seed,

small and in the dark.

But thanks to Jesus and the Apostles,

it grew and grew.

She must has persuaded her brother

to teach her behind my back.

I will punish her accordingly.

And the birds that nest

in the branches?

They are the faithful who find

salvation in the Church.

And the mustard seed could also

represent Jesus Christ,

for he was like a seed

when he was buried...

and like a tree when he was resurrected

and rose toward heaven.

Thank you.

You heard that?

The mustard seed is the symbol

of faith of the Church and the Christ.

A classical scriptural exegesis.

Your daughter displayed an

extraordinarily sharp mind.

- I will teach her.

- The girl? You are not serious?

I am. Of course they will never

approve her in Rome and the Schola.

I will come and teach her here

as far as I can.

And what about the boy?

Forgive me, but the Schola

is not for your son.

He is to be passed over while a mere girl

gets to study the Holy Scripture?

Out of the question!

It would be a sacrilege to waste such

an alert mind.

No!

Either you teach both,

or neither.

This is by Cicero, the greatest

orator Rome ever knew.

- And they let you bring it?

- No.

But why should I let the boys

at the cathedral school better off...

to enjoy their offerings of the library.

The Academy in Athens

stood for a 1,000 years.

Then Emperor Justinian forbade it.

A great age of philosophers ended.

So where could you

study their writings?

How could all that knowledge

be preserved for so long?

Well, in that same year...

Saint Benedict founded

his monastery in Montecassino.

Soon, many others were built, and within

their protected walls the legacies of

the wise, Greeks and Romans, could be

handed down through the centuries.

The Earth is the center of the universe.

We're encircled by a

crystal shelf, the sphere...

to which the planets are attached.

Pythagoras says they even

make music as they turn.

I... have bad news.

Another man has applied

for the position of schoolmaster,

and the Bishop thinks he is

better suited than I.

- No! That cannot be!

- I'll go to Byzantium,

Now I will do whatever I can to make sure

your precious gift will not go unused.

I have promised you.

This is for you.

It is Homer's "Odyssey,"

The oldest writing work

known to mankind.

I transcribed it myself.

First, the Greek original,

followed by the Latin translation.

- Where did you get this book?

- Aesculapius gave it to me.

What kind of language is this?

- How can you read this?

- It is Greek, father.

I learned it from Aesculapius.

You have insulted God

with your disobedience.

As the punishment... you work day and

night, taking nothing but bread and water

until every last word of

unchristian writing is off here.

Begin! Begin!

Begin!

Harder!

No.

Then I will teach you to fear

the pains of Hell.

No. She is your daughter!

- Out of here! Both of you!

- Please Mama, come!

Bare your back and kneel!

- Say the Lord's prayer.

- Our father which art in heaven.

Keep going!

Keep going! Or did that heretic

teach you a different prayer?

Hallowed be...

...thy name!

Your Kingdom come.

Thy will be done...

on earth as it is in heaven!

Give us this day

our daily bread...

and forgive us our trespasses as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

- Are you the priest of this village?

- I am.

I'm an envoy from The Bishop of Dorstadt.

Dorstadt?

Then you've been on the road for weeks.

Just to find me?

Not entirely.

Johannes.

The Bishop is calling you

to the Schola.

Forgive me, sir, but I'm here

to bring a girl to Dorstadt.

- A girl named... Johanna.

- I'm Johanna! I'm to go to the schola!

It's ridiculous! Johannes, Johanna...

A small mistake in the writing.

- Happens even to the best of scribes!

- That may be...

Use your head, what's a girl

supposed to do in the cathedral school?

You're the mother.

What do you say?

Disrespectful man, you dare doubt the

word of a devoted servant of the Lord?

Calm yourself, pious father.

Remember the authority that I represent.

You must have known about these plans.

The Bishop does not just send

for any child,

so... which one

am I supposed to take to Dorstadt?

You ought to take the boy.

Then...

So should it be. Hurry!

A raft is waiting for us.

Come, come.

Pack your things!

Johannes, it's time.

Prove yourself worthy receiving

somewhat good. Go now.

Give this letter to the Bishop.

Don't dare to open it yourself.

Johannes!

Johanna!

For seven days the two of them

rode the Rhine downstream.

Many of the rafts men were captivated

by Johanna's wisdom...

and touched by her story.

Johanna knew...

God wanted to rescue her

from her miserable existence.

Why else would He have allowed

her to find her brother?

The Lord had reached out His hand to her

and she felt compelled to take it.

This is from the Bishop.

We are expected at the Schola.

Pardon me, Eminence.

The girl has arrived.

Girl?

- You had her fetched from Ingelheim.

- Oh, Yes, now I remember.

That Greek scholar's idea.

But am I seeing double?

The boy is her brother.

Their father, a priest, insists that

he too be allowed to attend the schola.

What do you know? I send for one.

I get two.

If only the Emperor were as generous

as this holy man from the countryside.

Well, are you really the little scholar

they described you as?

I studied hard, Sir.

It is said that you can

read and write Greek.

Remarkable!

Not even our highly regarded Odo

has mastered it.

Right, Odo?

You know very well that I cannot

condone this new whim of yours.

It goes against God's will to

accept a woman at the cathedral school.

It is also pointless.

Women do not possess natural ability

to draw logical conclusions.

The useful sections of the

female brain are so small.

Women are incapable of understanding

higher ideas or concepts.

St Paul himself has asserted this truth...

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