Tristan + Isolde Page #3

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By announcing you'll share the dowry

with every baron who remains loyal...

while in turn offering support

to whomever prevails...

- the others will be compelled

to follow you when you win it.

If we win.

If we lose, we could end up following Wictred.

I'd need an infallible champion.

Me.

You're not yet healed.

Well, this trip will be my tonic.

I'll be ready.

You know I will.

What's the source of this fervor?

Let me go and win you a wife.

She can make peace

without spilling one drop of blood.

And maybe heal the wound

from which you still ache.

Truce.

You have safe passage.

You'll all go over there.

- How do I look?

- How do you look?

Where's this princess?

What's her name, Isolde?

I want to see what she looks like.

There. Almost done.

No, not quite.

If I'm a present, I should be fully wrapped.

- Name?

- Lebourne of Bracht.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

Name?

Ah, see how the bees come to the honey.

- Name?

- Tristan of Aragon.

- So he lives.

- For the moment.

Name?

Name?

Wictred of Glastonbury.

Ifight with no champion in my stead.

Note that.

Why Wictred?

Because the barons will never unite behind him.

You think she's got the pox?

Since the dawn of time...

the knight has gathered at tournaments.

Here he sharpens his skills,

settles his differences...

and proves his worthiness before God...

for only a true heart can prevail in battle.

Warriors, begin!

He's got him now.

- Make it look real.

- What?

I yield!

Real enough, I hope.

Water? You did great.

- Yeah!

- Look.

- No!

- Hey! You can't do that!

Allow it.

Hunwalt yields to Tristan of Aragon.

Antwon of Wessex will fight Kingsid.

- Hey!

- It's too easy for you, eh?

- Good, Tristan! Good!

- So much for a fair draw.

- Lord Wictred of Glastonbury-

- Be sure. Choose the right time.

- Wear him down first, huh?

- Tristan of Aragon

will fight Singbard.

Hallach yields to the Lord Wictred.

Yeah!

Singbard yields to Tristan of Aragon.

Kingsid yields to Antwon of Wessex.

Lord Wictred of Glastonbury will fight Fohall.

Fohall yields...

To Lord Wictred.

Anwalt yields to Tristan of Aragon.

Lord Wictred of Glastonbury will fight Morlock.

- Mace.

- Tristan of Aragon...

from the house of Cornwall,

will fight Hunwalt.

Morlock yields to Lord Wictred.

Hunwalt yields to Tristan of Aragon.

Well done, Tristan.

You have this. This is yours.

You have one more fight.

Take deep breaths.

One more and you're done. Come on.

Wictred, lord of Glastonbury.

Tristan, champion of Marke of Cornwall.

Warriors, begin!

Tristan! Tristan!

Go on!

Go on!

Go, Tristan!

Yield.

Yield!

Yeah!

You did it!

An impressive victory.

Of course, the man who defeats Morholt

might be expected to triumph here.

On behalf of Cornwall...

I offer your daughter a place on our throne.

The throne of England,

united behind one leader.

Isolde.

Perhaps it is just that he

who took a husband provides one.

I'm yours.

No.

Tristan of Aragon...

has won you on behalf

of Lord Marke... of Cornwall.

Come on. Let's go.

Come, Isolde. Come.

We've done it, huh?

Hey!

Let them take her across the sea.

After the wedding,

I'll disavow Isolde.

This alliance will crumble.

Tristan.

The princess wants to speak to you.

You risked your life to give me to another man.

You said your name was Bragnae.

Why did you do that?

God, what have I done?

You'll stop this then.

Say something.

I can't. I won you in my king's name.

- But I'm yours. You touched me, and I you.

- It doesn't matter.

It's the only thing that matters, Tristan.

Leave with me. I'll go anywhere.

- Your marriage will end

a hundred years of bloodshed.

My marriage to another man.

Isolde. We will live with this.

We must.

Don't do this to me.

Tristan, we've made shore.

What if she's a hag?

Or she simply won't have me?

She will, Brother. You're the prize.

A rose! Look at her.

My lord.

Isolde. Welcome.

I couldn't be happier.

If things were different-

If we lived in a place without duty,

would you be with me?

That place does not exist.

I'll pretend it's you.

Come.

You're trembling.

You're far from home. I'm a stranger still.

That I understand.

But you mustn't fear me. Hmm?

My only wish...

is to make you happy.

As a wife. As a woman.

And hopefully, one day...

the fact that I'm not whole...

will not offend you.

That's pretty. Did you make it?

It was a present.

- Tristan.

- Might I stay here a while?

Of course.

A little bit sour, but taste it.

Tristan!

I've never seen him like this before.

Perhaps someone his own age

should speak with him.

Perhaps.

Marke and Edyth say you're distant.

- They're worried about you. So am I.

- I can tell.

Laughing at the market,

holding hands...

a caress on the neck when he pours your wine.

- He's my husband. I remember

whose kingdom I'm in and why.

Yes, well. I must confess...

I thought you might have the tiniest

of difficulties performing your duties.

Hello, milady.

Am I not permitted

a single moment without mourning?

I'm living with this, Tristan,

as you said we must.

I live in torture,

thinking of these moments.

Every look he gives you,

I get sicker and sicker.

There's a burning in me. I feel on fire,

and there's guilt, and I

can't get rid of either.

Does it make you happy to know that?

The Roman bridge-

I can get to it without being seen.

And I would go there any time to be with you.

Welcome, barons of Anglia,

Rothgar and Orick.

Wessex, Kaye and Wictred.

As you will be king and his daughter queen...

does that mean Donnchadh will

be coming to the coronation?

It does, on the next full moon.

All will attend.

A lot can happen in a month.

Bearing that in mind...

and given the instabilities of our new land...

I shall be naming a second.

My sister has raised one capable

of guiding you, should the need arise.

He's a man of passion,

fierce in battle...

who has learned to tame

his heart with his head.

I give you Tristan of Aragon.

For the first time since the Romans...

this country stands united.

I can't be your second.

Melot must be. He's blood.

Besides, I wish tojourney north.

You no longer sleep at D'Or,

and now you don't want to be my second.

And you find no comfort in your home,

these stone walls that you helped build?

- I find these walls a prison.

- Why?

Everything I wanted seems meaningless.

Ever since you were a boy...

you've sacrificed everything

for me, all for one dream.

Now you've reached that dream.

It's natural that you'll feel some loss.

It doesn't matter if you want

to be second. You are.

I will only be king if you are my second.

- I'd put it more gently if I could.

- Then I am your second.

- Perhaps it's time you took a wife.

- No.

- You can't live alone forever.

- I can.

Isolde?

I was trying to explain to Tristan

the importance oflove.

- Seems he might live without it.

- Why?

There are other things

to live for- duty, honor.

They are not life, Tristan.

They are the shells of life.

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