The Crusades
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My son.
Have they killed my son?
My husband is a slave.
God, have mercy.
Our Father,
who art in Heaven...
Thirty-five, thirty-five.
But it's not enough.
Look at this gold
Christian hair.
Thirty-six.
Thirty-six.
Give us this day
our daily bread...
and forgive us
our trespasses...
Here. For your 36.
...as we forgive
those who...
Of all the Christian
captives...
not one so tall and slender.
Thirty-seven and no more.
Thirty-seven? Sold.
And may Allah give you joy.
His mercy is everlasting.
Come on, you!
No. No!
Of all the captives,
this is the fairest!
The cross! The cross!
Let me kiss the cross!
That one is fair.
Your cry shall be heard
through all the worid.
Now, how much
will you bid...
for this daughter
of a Christian prince?
Forty dinars.
Forty dinars, you say?
Forty.
Not enough.
Who will bid more
for the Christian captive?
Forty-five.
Forty-five.
Forty-five.
Forty-eight. Fifty.
Behold the Sultan,
Saladin the Conqueror.
Saladin!
Make way for Saladin!
Hail to Saladin,
servant of the Prophet!
Make way for Saladin,
Sultan of Egypt!
Make way for Saladin!
Make way for Saladin!
Stay, infidel!
Hearken to me, unbeliever,
foe of Christ.
Strike him down!
Let him speak.
You rule here in Jerusalem.
You have conquered.
The Holy Land is yours.
But never
will you conquer this!
Strike him down!
Woe to the unbeliever.
I go to all the kings
in Christendom.
A mighty host
shall arise and arm!
Who sets foot in Asia
with a sword...
shall not return.
The swords of the Prophet
will conquer.
Go, Hermit.
Carry your thunder
across the sea.
Tell your Christian kings
what you have seen.
Your women sold as slaves...
your knights trampled
under our horses...
your gospels
cast into the flames...
the power of your cross
broken forever!
Stop, blasphemer.
I go. But I will come again.
And with me shall come
the great Crusade.
The armies of Christ
shall arise and redeem
his tomb.
women sold into slavery
shall be answered.
The host of our Lord
shall fall upon Islam...
like a mighty wave of the sea.
Woe to you, unbeliever.
I go to preach
the great Crusade.
And so I have come
to summon you, Philip,
Lord King of France...
to war for your faith...
to lead the multitudes
on Crusade...
to free the city
that was hallowed
by the footsteps of our Lord.
Your answer, Philip,
Lord King of France?
I will go.
So be it.
Until now, you have fought
for the man who is Philip.
For France.
But now,
your sword, your life...
I give to God...
that the gates of Jerusalem
may be opened...
and the tomb of our Lord
set free by this Crusade.
Crusade. Amen.
So be it.
Philip, Lord King of France.
Amen.
Sire...
if you go, what of Richard?
Richard of England?
Richard
the Lion-Heart of England.
With you away...
Will take France.
Is that what you try to say,
Conrad of Montferrat?
Quite.
Richard is betrothed
to my sister, Alice.
And with Alice
Queen of England...
The English Lion
will be caged.
You're a wise
and clever king.
I do my duty
and safeguard France.
Richard would not dare break
this pledge of marriage.
Alice and I leave at once
for England.
I will accompany you.
I desire to see
this English king.
# Oh, Richard ruled in England
# And both
were mighty monarchs
Both at the same time.
Watch out.
He's aiming for the mark.
# Till Richard went to Hades
# And with his fire
and brimstone
Poor Satan ran away #
# And broke
his pitchfork, too ##
Guard yourself, Blondel.
I'll try a singing target.
Here he comes.
Look out, Blondel.
Blondel, come out
and fight like a man.
I can't fight you with this!
Smithy, how goes my sword?
Hair of the devil,
it's not done!
Here, sire.
A fair, sweet blade!
Well, it should be.
You take long enough,
old Hercules.
No one can hurry fire
or steel.
Well, you can't shape steel
with words. Here.
But, sire...
Every lick
that goes into this now...
will come out in a fight!
Nay, sire,
you can't shape steel
with love taps!
Give it to me.
Love taps?
Aye, lad... Sire.
It wants my arm
to strike it right.
Your arm? Well,
who do you think strikes
the harder blow?
A king or a smith?
Why, a smith, of course.
All right.
We'll find out!
How?
You can have the first blow,
and no love taps, remember.
Strike my king?
Lord bless me, no.
That'd be treason.
I command you to strike,
and strike hard.
Mercy on my soul.
# The smith dislikes
to strike his king #
# Yet washes for the blow #
Well, what holds you,
man? Strike.
# Now will the birds
begin to sing ##
Oh, my...
A love tap, my dear fellow,
nothing but a love tap.
Now then, you keep your...
Nay, sire. Wrong man.
# The King prepares
# Oh, let the welkin ring #
# The stars he'll see
are not a myth #
Now, you keep your feet.
# Here comes
Me lute!
Devil take you, Richard,
you've done for him!
What?
Oh, no.
He's got to finish my sword.
Get up, Hercules.
Come on, get up.
Come on, man. Get up.
The sword, man. The sword.
The sword.
Something hit me.
Something hit him.
Aye, something hit you.
It was the King.
The King.
Aye! The King.
Laid his fist to me jaw,
he did. A fair, sweet lad.
The Earl of Leicester comes.
Sire, the Earl of Leicester.
Sire.
What's the matter, Robert?
Have you seen a ghost?
I've seen the King of France.
Philip, here in England?
He is at the castle.
Will you come to greet him?
Does my saintly cousin
come in peace or war?
He comes in peace.
And he brings
his royal sister.
Oh, Alice.
She's no dove
with an olive branch.
Your father gave his pledge
to France...
that you would wed
the Princess Alice.
The surly-tempered witch.
Your father's pledge
was England's pledge.
You cannot escape
this marriage.
Now,
what do I care for France?
Fighting. Always fighting.
Fearing no devil
and praying to no God.
Well, why should I?
I know my horse, Fauvel.
I know the feel
of a lance in my hand.
I know what it is
to see men go down before me.
Now, look.
This sword's being made
for me.
but mine.
With this sword, Robert...
I'll swing a stroke
from Norway down to Spain.
Why should I fear and pray
for what I don't understand?
The King of France
is waiting.
How much longer,
Prince John, will Richard
keep France waiting?
Who knows
what Richard will do?
He's not an ardent suitor,
is he, Brother?
If he knew that the fairest
lady in Christendom
were waiting, I'm sure...
He does know.
I sent Leicester
to tell him.
And I offer apology
for him.
Richard is my brother
and I am deeply ashamed.
Ashamed?
Of my future husband,
Prince John?
Ashamed of your king,
Prince John?
Yes. For many things,
in many ways.
Why, it is an open scandal.
He has no faith in God.
He is a graceless...
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