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Give her a chance to prove herself.

I can't let her go.

It's against our rules.

The Bishop of Mainz knows that

this appointment means a lot to Hartwig.

And he is very fond of my son.

Your daughter will not

accept your appointment.

Let's ask her.

She loves me as much as I love her.

Then call her.

Your mother just told me

of Hartwig's wish

that you take the post of abbess.

Far away from this cloister

and from your sisters.

Yes, venerable Mother.

You will refuse?

No, venerable Mother.

But you belong here.

You belong to us...

To me!

- She is not your property.

You took a vow

never to leave our cloister.

That was at Disibodenberg.

You have left there, with my help!

You were to serve me

and love me until I die.

I helped you found this convent,

and you got what you asked for.

Now I demand that you do as I ask!

Promise me you'll stay strong.

Tell me I don't need to worry.

Tell me you'll stay with me.

My mother demands it of me.

I can't aggrieve her.

And thus you are prepared

to aggrieve me?

We'd hoped for your understanding.

Understanding?

Understanding

for your brother's ambition?

He doesn't care about you!

The post is just about

increasing his power.

Do you care about me?

I know you'd be unhappy

if you left here.

Or maybe not.

Maybe I'd be as good a magistra as you,

to whom pilgrims come, who people trust.

You only care

about your worldly reputation?

Don't you care about your reputation?

Wherefore your books and your songs?

Wherefore your correspondence

with mighty men of the world?

Have I been mistaken about your love?

My love for you

has always been pure and good.

But your love is mere selfishness!

If you truly loved me

you'd be happy about my appointment.

You're glad to be leaving me?

Yes,

I'm glad.

A letter from the Archbishop of Mainz.

He has always stood by me!

"Some deputies of a noble cloister

have come to us.

They request that the nun

who is living with you

and who they elected as abbess,

is released.

Thus we order you,

by authority of our position,

that you hand her over

to those who request her. "

Their reasons

carry no weight with God.

"If you do not comply,

we shall renew our order,

and we will not let up

until you have fulfilled our request. "

I will not follow his orders.

The Countess has lost

two sons to violent deaths.

She has only Hartwig and Richardis now.

Try to understand her.

Richardis is my daughter!

And I am her daughter.

I don't recognize you like this!

I'll ask the Holy Father for help.

He will not tolerate

one of God's servants suffering so!

You've had to suffer until now

because you didn't heed your voice!

It was the voice

that told me to love Richardis.

I've written to your mother.

I begged her not to destroy your soul.

She won't listen to you.

For her and my brother,

the matter is settled.

Everything will be all right.

I beg you! I beseech you!

Do not tear my daughter from me!

Sister Richardis

is from an important noble family.

And it is fitting

that she becomes an abbess.

May God keep you and protect your soul

in the short time you have left.

Has Richardis left?

That's why I am here.

Thank you.

Cloister Bassum

Now shall all those lament

who suffer a pain like mine,

those who loved another person

in their hearts out of love for God

as I loved you.

A person who was torn from them

so suddenly

as you were torn from me.

May God's angel walk before you,

may His son protect you

and His mother keep you.

Think of your poor mother Hildegard,

so that your fortune does not fade.

Forgive me for what I have done to you.

You have done only good to me.

Without you I would have remained

a lost child.

Will you be present at the ablution,

as we were at our mother's?

I promise you.

You must not fear.

I've never chastised myself.

You'll soon see our beloved mother.

I envy you.

Envy is ugly and misshapen.

Its bear's paws tear up everything.

Its wooden feet walk dead paths.

Love, however,

is the greatest power given by God.

Barbarossa palace,

I've asked you to come here

due to your gifts as a seer.

I am just a poor creature.

I possess neither health, nor strength,

nor might, nor learning.

In the weak, God is strong.

Please, sit down.

I'll stand, with your permission.

You're not as weak as you claim.

You saw me in a vision.

What exactly did you see?

I saw a man on a high mountain,

who saw in the valleys

the deeds of man.

He held a staff,

and he allotted everything rightly,

so that deserts blossomed

and the sleeping awoke.

On Sunday we were crowned

and anointed King in Aachen.

Now we wish to know

what the future may bring.

You plan to go to Rome?

Yes.

There you shall be granted

what you wish for.

The Emperor's crown?

You have it in your hands.

The Pope will crown me Emperor?

But I warn you:

Be a fighter

who bravely resists the Devil,

that God does not topple you,

and shame fall on your earthly realm.

Be assured, dear Mother,

I shall follow you in every respect.

The lands are darkened,

by those who stifle justice

with the blackness of their sins.

Vanquish them,

with the scepter of mercy.

Ensure that when you are judged,

you are not accused,

of not holding office in righteousness.

Cast off your avarice,

and embrace abstinence:

That is what the Lord expects of you.

We will not cease, in all

our undertakings, to honor the realm.

God keep you.

May you live eternally.

I owe you something in return, Mother.

I've heard

that you have great interest

in the sciences.

Many of Europe's learned men

are at my court.

I'd like to introduce you,

if you'll permit it.

That would please me greatly.

And you would please me

if you'd play with me. Be seated.

This game is not taught in the cloister.

I'll teach you.

The Caliph of Cordoba allegedly had

a library of 400,000 volumes.

Can you imagine that?

Our largest library has 400 manuscripts.

Sister Mechthild?

Archbishop Hartwig of Bremen

wants to talk to you.

I've come to inform you

to inform you all,

that our sister,

your sister...

Richardis is dead?

She didn't value the honor

I granted her.

Shortly before she died,

she wept and from her heart,

she yearned to return to your cloister.

Therefore I request,

from both of you,

if you consider me worthy:

That you love her,

as much as she loved you.

And should you have missed her,

think on the tears she shed

at having to leave your cloister.

Had death not prevented it,

she would have returned here.

The world loved her beauty

and intelligence.

But God loved her even more.

God again afflicted me with illness,

and my body fought for breath,

so that my veins with my blood,

my flesh with my fluids,

and my marrow with my bones

dried out as if my soul would flee.

Then I saw a great host of angels

from St. Michael's host.

One of them called to me:

"Ah, eagle!

Why do you sleep in your wisdom?

Rise up, for the sun

has brought you forth. "

Then the entire host cried

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