Pope Joan Page #5

and now...

- And now Arn is the count's best man.

- I have no doubt.

- Please, eat.

- Thank you.

When you have regained your strength,

You must tell us your whole story.

We are burning with curiosity.

If with that I can reward

your family's kindness,

then I will gladly tell you everything.

- And what is that?

- An oak!

That is right. They grow to be

hundreds of years old,

and if they could speak, they would

surely have hundreds of stories to tell.

Just like you!

Now something harder. 8 times 7?

How many fingers did you fold down?

- Five.

- And tens?

- Fifty

- And?

- Six and fifty... fifty-six.

- Good!

What is that?

- That?

- Yeah.

Catherine was so wise that the heathen

emperor and his greatest scholars

could not turn her from her faith.

Instead, she convinced the scholars that

God exists.

And she spoke so wonderfully of

His acts and the paradise

that they all became Christians

on the spot.

She did well then.

But she paid for her courage with her life.

Many were afraid of her wisdom.

But now she is in heaven and

she watches over you.

And she taught us something important.

We have to stay true to our convictions

no matter how high the price.

A pilgrimage?

To Rome?

Thanks to you I'm healthy again

and strong enough...

to go out and see the world.

But that is far too dangerous!

Not if I travel with other pilgrims,

disguised as a man.

We thought perhaps

you would stay with us.

As you can see there's

always work to be done.

And here you would

always be safe.

I appreciate your kindness, but...

I have lived so long as a man,

and I'm afraid I would not be

of much help to you.

- But...

- Let her!

She is meant for a different path, and

we have no right to divert her from it.

I will miss you terribly.

A gift from the count,

and if you do not take it,

I'm gonna send you back

to the monastery.

I do not know

how to thank you.

Your father promised me

that he would teach you.

Maybe one day you will even

have a tutor.

Saint Catherine...

will help you learn...

to use that knowledge

for the benefit of others.

So take good care of her.

Despite poverty and overcrowding,

Rome remained the powerful attraction

for people from far away.

For pilgrims and other travelers

from abroad needing help or lodging,

A schola was always a secure haven.

Thanks to her name "Anglicus,"

Johanna was welcomed to the

Schola Anglorum with open arms.

Before three years had passed, Johanna's

name was known to all Rome.

Pater Noster, qui es in caelis.

Sanctificetur nomen tuum...

We must use this day before the Moon

passes into Gemini...

an inauspicious time

for blood letting.

His condition worsens everyday.

You must do something.

Must I?

What if it's God's will that he die?

Your confidence is misplaced, my son.

You're still too inexperienced

to be elected Pope.

You underestimate me, Arsenius.

For weeks I've been a Pope's proxy,

everyone needs my council.

But the people of Rome do not know

what goes on inside these walls.

If Sergius's soon to die

they'll choose another for the Pope...

and Saint Peter's Throne will be

out of our reach for years to come.

You're destined to be Pope, my son,

and add this last and greatest jewel

to our family crown,

but we must not act rashly.

So... what if you are the one

to save Pope Sergius?

My name would be on everyone's lips.

In the streets, there is talk

of a healer from Franconia.

A foreigner...

physiking a pope?

They say that he can diagnose a disease

by examining the patient's urine.

It's said that he's cured

even lepers.

Johannes Anglicus!

- Are you Johannes Anglicus?

- I am.

Ah, the famous miracle healer!

We are all burning with anticipation.

This urine from the Pope

is only an hour old.

Would you care to tell us

what you can read in it?

It's a miracle! Our Holy Father

will give birth to a child.

Enodius! You gave him

a pregnant woman's urine?

I had to be sure that Pope is not

falling into the hands of a charlatan.

He is a charlatan. Just like all

the others. I don't trust them.

I'm Anastasius, Papal Nomenclator.

I sent for you to hear your opinion

on the Pope's condition.

Your reputation precedes you.

Pater Noster, qui es in caelis:

Sanctificetur nomen tuum...

Ah! That pain! I...

can bear it no longer!

Waldipert! More wine!

More!

Holy Father.

This is Johannes Anglicus,

a healer with great renown.

Another doctor! To hell with him!

Where is that wine?

- No wine! Bring water!

- I want wine!

Forgive me, Holy Father.

At least... this one does not have

the hands of a... butcher!

Another blood-letting could kill him.

Will you prevent this from happening again?

What're you giving him?

His Holiness suffers from gout.

The sickness is widespread in my country.

He shows all the symptoms as

described by Hippocrates.

God would never allow such

heathen teachings to cure the Pope.

Continue.

I'm giving him root of colchicum

and herban to help him sleep.

The worst pain

should be over soon.

Good.

Drink this.

His Holiness needs rest.

Surely God can still hear

our brothers' prayers...

if they are spoken

in the hallway.

He's old and weak, Aio.

He won't live to see another winter.

It is tempting indeed.

But you're asking for only a small sum.

Why not? Should I one day need, say,

your influence with the people of Rome.

I may ask you for return

of this favor.

But what if the Pope refuses

to make me a bishop?

Rest with it, Aio. Papal decisions have not

been made by the Pope for a long time.

- How do you feel?

- The pain is gone.

The pains... are gone!

I feel new-born.

And I'm hungry!

- Bring me some wine!

- Absolutely not!

A plate of vegetables

and a jug of water.

The devil must have sent you.

I will not permit you to undo a week

of recovery with a single meal.

What? An entire week?

Johannes Anglicus never

left your side, Holiness.

Then it must have been God

who sent you.

How can I thank you for

your services, Johannes Anglicus?

Allow me to return

and see to your recovery.

No, I wish for you to remain here.

There's something unusual about you,

something missing from these walls.

If your wish it, Holiness,

I'm your humble servant.

Then it is settled.

Holiness, the Papal Court

is meeting.

Would you care to preside.

Please, Arighis, Anastasius

has been leading

these meetings for

quite some time now.

Forgive me, Holy Father,

but the people did not choose

Anastasius as their supreme shepherd.

They chose you. And didn't you

just say you felt new-born?

Did I?

It would be a sign.

And how long would this take, Mamertus?

Construction could be completed

by year's end.

I've secured the services

of the best craftsmen in Rome.

And how expensive

is this undertaking?

With the Pope's support,

it would...

Your Holiness, is this wise?

You should not put your recuperation

at risk just to observe this meeting.

Your concern for my

health does you honor, Nomenclator.

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