The Crusades Page #4

you will marry.

Richard of England.

And you agreed

for your father's sake.

For the Crusade.

For the Crusade.

Begin.

We have come together

before God and his angels...

in the place

of this holy church...

that we may couple together

these two bodies.

# When Jupiter winks

at Venus below #

# And the nightmare

gallops to and fro #

# We'll drink to our king

with a heigh and ho #

# Heigh-ho and down we go ##

All right, Hercules, we'll go

and see if my horse is lame.

Oh, no, no, keep your seats,

keep your seats.

Eat your fill and drink deep.

And look to your horses

before you turn in.

Tomorrow we sail

for Palestine.

Long live Richard!

Long live Richard!

Long live the King!

Wilt thou, Richard,

have this woman for thy wife?

To love her and worship her...

and keep her

in sickness and in health?

And all others forsake...

and hold thee to her,

to thy life's end?

I will.

Or he will.

Wilt thou, Berengaria,

have this man to thy husband?

To love him, obey him,

worship him...

and serve and keep him

in sickness and in health?

And all others forsake...

and hold thee only to him

to thy life's end?

I will.

I join you, man and wife,

in holy wedlock.

The ring.

Amen.

Wilt thou give to the sword

the kiss of peace?

And what token

shall I take Richard?

There!

My child!

Milady!

There's your token.

Take that back to him.

Milady.

Tell him that's all

he'll ever see of me.

I hate him

and I'll never,

never forgive him.

My child!

You are beside yourself.

Sire. Your sword.

Oh, then I'm married.

Yes, sire.

And what did the wench say

to her husband?

Well,

she said many things.

Oh, sire, if you could only

have seen her.

Well, I don't want to see her.

Here, give me a cloth

or something to bandage

this wound.

Well, what's this you have?

A token from your bride.

Soft, isn't it?

Just what I need.

Hup, son. Hup, hup.

Well, she said it's all

you'll ever see of her.

That's good.

I'd not be seeing her anyway.

We set sail in the morning.

Look,

there's the English King.

Sire.

Doesn't an ngel looking down

from heaven smile?

Not upon a devil looking up.

What, no Godspeed

for a poor Crusader?

Not for Richard of England.

Oh, so you recognize me?

Yes.

And who are you?

It wouldn't matter to you,

Richard.

Ride on.

As you wish, milady.

Very nice, too.

On me oath, yes.

Wonder who she is.

Your wife.

What?

Berengaria, your wife.

You married her last night.

Why the devil

didn't you tell me

she looked like that?

You didn't ask me.

Oh, you half-wit.

Richard,

you can't go back now.

The fleet is waiting

and the King of France

is ready to sail.

May a poor devil

look up to heaven again?

Are you so far above me,

my ngel,

that you cannot hear?

Perhaps it's the smell

of brimstone...

that makes you

tilt your pretty nose so high.

Now I see you have two eyes.

Or are they stars?

I confess my sin.

I ask your forgiveness.

I'm in the dust at your feet.

So is my veil.

Well, you see,

my horse was wounded.

Yes, so am I.

Here, come back.

Wait a minute,

you're my wife.

Richard. King Philip

will sail with the tide.

Wait.

This is not England.

You don't command here.

Nor is it Navarre.

So you don't command here.

Well, I can always leave.

Oh, no.

Not till I know

you're coming to Palestine.

Palestine?

You're very lovely,

Berengaria.

I'll never go.

Well, we'll see. Navarre!

Let go my wrist,

you're hurting it.

Well, stop pulling then.

Navarre!

What's the matter?

Is this my wife?

Now, Richard, now.

That was all settled

last night.

You can't change

your mind now.

Is she my wife?

That's what I said.

You have the cattle.

We had a priest and witnesses.

Have her board ship then...

I'll never set foot

on your ship.

No, not on mine.

I go on a war galley.

You'll go on the ship

of the women.

Richard!

The tide is full.

We must sail.

Attend to her, Navarre.

Wait.

She has a will of her own.

A very strong will of her own.

It's not easy...

You have her on that boat.

Or when I come back,

I'll visit your halfpenny

kingdom...

with fire and sword,

and burn your castle

over your ears.

He would do it, Berengaria.

You must go on that ship

as he says.

No!

But, Berengaria.

No, never.

Never will I set

my foot on that ship!

But, Berengaria,

it's such a beautiful ship.

Milady,

the master of the ship.

Your pardon,

Princess Alice...

but there's another lady

come to the ship.

Well, who is she?

I'm sorry, milady...

but I'm afraid that

she must have this cabin.

What?

Gracious lady,

I assure you it's the truth.

Surely

you have made a mistake.

This is the royal cabin.

Thank you. Tina.

I am Alice of France,

betrothed to King Richard.

Who are you?

I'm his wife.

His what?

His wife.

I was married to him

last night.

We can share the cabin.

Share, with you?

Why, I'll kill you,

you lily-faced thief!

Let me go. She's stolen

the throne of England...

Lower away!

Oh, infidels!

Hear ye the challenge

of the kings of Christendom.

The Crusade

has crossed the sea.

Our Christian armies

surround your wall.

In the name of God...

we call upon you to surrender

the city of Acre.

What is your answer?

They've shot him!

Assassins!

Kings of the Crusade,

this is their answer

to our herald.

Insolence.

Arrogance.

We'll send them back

10,000 like it.

They struck the first blow.

We'll answer them

with blood.

Milords.

Have you forgotten...

that the cross

upon which our Lord died...

is within the walls of Acre?

We must try

to open those gates

without more bloodshed.

I have granted a truce.

A truce?

Saladin, Sultan of Islam...

comes now

before this Council of Kings.

Let him see the might...

Kings of the Council...

I've kept you waiting

while I sought for one

whose ship was delayed.

Milords,

the Queen of England.

Do you hear, Philip?

I am presenting my wife.

I greet

the Princess of Navarre.

Philip!

Milord of France.

Your Majesties.

Leicester.

And why do you grant truce

to the infidel?

To hear if he'll make terms.

We'll make our own terms

with the sword.

Milords, Saladin comes.

Saladin the Conqueror,

Sultan of Islam.

Christians,

who is your leader?

I am.

Who speaks?

Richard of England.

The Lion King.

And I am Philip,

King of France.

And who are my other enemies?

I am Hugo of Burgundy.

And I am Frederick,

Duke of the Germans.

Michael,

Prince of the Russians.

Sverre, the Norse King.

I am Leopold of Austria.

William of Sicily.

I am Nicholas,

Count of Hungary.

And I am Conrad of Montferrat.

You see, infidel,

we are many kings.

There is room in Asia

to bury all of you.

Insolence!

Boasting and wine

go well together.

Ho there!

Bring wine for the infidel.

We, of the true faith,

drink no wine.

You refuse me?

Not you, my noble enemy.

I refuse the wine.

Well,

we'll drink water then.

A goblet of water

for the King of the infidels.

They told me he had horns

like the devil.

I think he's magnificent.

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