Vlad Tepes Page #2

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Get the robbers.

You will get back all that

has been taken from you.

Take the merchants of Brasov a letter

to strengthen their privileges,

so that you can pass through

Wallachia without problems,

towards the villages along the Danube.

The same for our merchants

towards Brasov or other places.

This country has to grow very fast

in order to be like other countries.

And you come at noon?

First your head and then the rest?

It is not your country, boyars.

You belong to this country.

And me as well,

I belong to this country.

One says Ladislau of Hungary,

not Hungary of Ladislau,

Kazimir of Poland,

not Poland of Kazimir.

If it weren't this way, the countries

would perish with their lords,

and with their boyars.

What happened, Your Highness?

Nothing happened.

This is a normal working day.

I want us to discuss

the country's business,

see what is to be done and do it.

The Turks rob near Giurgiu.

There was no agreement about

the borders of Turkish counties.

In this way began all robberies

in past years, from Giurgiu.

After that, they spread

across the Danube, to Braila.

We must stop them.

Gather two thousand horsemen

between Buzau and Braila.

We don't need war.

Let there be peace.

When you pay tribute to the sultan,

tell him about this.

That's how Ottoman and Hungarian law

was decided back in 1453,

when the peace treaty was signed.

Silence boyars!

Who is in command here?

Me or you?

Let the Hungarians make war with

the Turks if this is their wish,

but not at our loss.

Who were the boyars from

the country's council of 1453?

We, and others...

Those of you who made the treaty

should pay for this, not me,

not the whole country.

Don't ask me to bring you tribute.

I'm King of Walachia,

not some weak messenger.

If peace is broken because of Your Highness,

both king and sultan will come for us.

The country hasn't enough power

to stay against them.

How can a country be powerful,

if it is divided into hundreds pieces?

Each of you considers himself

a king on his own estate.

Each of you does what he wants.

In a country like this,

you blow as a flame on a candle.

Free the army

which you came with.

The horsemen are wandering about

and disturbing the people.

No.

The horsemen will remain

on Throne's Citadel, always ready.

They will be an army of mercenaries.

Why do we need an army like this?

The boyars army aren't enough?

Not anymore.

The Turkish soldiers are mercenaries.

That's why Turkey is so strong.

The Hungarians have this kind of army, too.

In our times, the mercenaries form

the iron-strong core of the army.

They decide a war's fate.

-The country is poor.

-But you are wealthy!

Give the army all the men needed.

By free will.

Otherwise I'll send

the army to your estates,

to take for itself.

The country is poor?

Under Mircea the country wasn't like this.

How has it become poor since then?

I don't want there to be poor people

in my country anymore.

Let's begin...

to promote artisanry and commerce,

because this is a country's

source of wealth.

Both our craftsmen and commerce

are weakened.

No strength at all.

Why?

How?

You don't know?

From today on,

the merchants and craftsmen

will obey only the king.

Those from the boyar's estates

will respond in front of boyars.

Don't the boyar lands

belong to Wallachia?

-There is the law of the land, Your Highness.

-Land is the same for everybody.

It feeds us...

is patient with us,

and protects us.

It's the only law known by the land.

Your Highness, what you're doing isn't good.

Boyars are the country's base.

If the foundation is weakened,

the country is too.

All that I have decided today,

is for the well-being of country.

If the country's well-being

isn't yours too... tell me now.

I know what I have to do.

Enough for today.

You should be there again early tomorrow.

Don't play with fire you boyars!

Please, I beg you, with all my soul.

Don't do it.

He's a wild horse, not a foal as you said.

If we let him, he will ruin

the harness and destroy the carriage.

When you arrive in Transylvania,

go to him and do what I have told you.

In secret. Yes, Your Highness.

The robberies have escalated in

Targoviste and the neighboring villages.

We have caught some robbers

and we cut off their heads.

Others were hanged.

But many remain free,

Your Highness.

After today's punishment, they will lose

their appetite. They are frightened.

No trace of fear.

Since this morning

all beggars, all dawdlers are merry.

They toast to you and...

sing obscene songs.

The carrying out of justice

looks like a carnival.

- Let's choose only a few punishments.

- Which ones, and how?

They all have the same flaw.

They awaken the cruelty in people,

not the honesty.

Fina a punishment that does not

personalize the victory of the good

which nobody finds out about,

and from which they don't learn.

What there is to learn - is in vain.

What do you command,

Your Highness?

Get me all the robbers in the country.

I don't think this is possible,

Your Highness.

Many of them withdraw to the boyar's

estates when they are cornered.

We have no power there, yet.

Hm... The boyars again.

It would have been better

to cut them off, Your Highness.

We are going through Bran Pass.

Back up the convoy.

How is it? All four

are untouched.

I didn't believe

we'd ever see them again.

We are starting!

Start!

Come on!

Don't do anything else

but what I told you.

Let there be everything

in abundance!

Nothing should be missing

from this princely feast.

And... Invite them all.

Come in, gentlemen!

Come in!

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.

.

.

Let's drink to His Highness!

Long live Draculea. Long live

the ringleader of the beggars!

Hey!

Let's get out of here.

Come, quickly!

You have something against me?

Why are you throwing me out?

I don't want to go.

Leave me there to dance.

Come, let's go outside.

.

Don't hit me, leave me alone!

Help! Help!

I want to remain.

.

- Are there any courageous men left inside?

- None. As you ordered, Your Highness.

Then finish the work.

Understood, Your Highness.

All 2000 horsemen are between Buzau

and Braila and waiting for your orders.

Long life to you.

God help Your Highness!

We pray for Your health.

Are the roads to Targoviste

properly guarded?

Yes, as you commanded.

But Targoviste was left undefended.

Maybe you shouldn't go to Braila

and leave Targoviste in the boyars' hands.

- Don't you trust boyars?

- No.

God help us.

Or the Devil...

Stay in peace.

It is boiling...

What are you making here?

Meat soup, Your Highness.

Throw out the foam, otherwise

the food will lose its taste.

There are times when even a

nation's garbage wants to rise.

If it isn't thrown out,

it weakens the nation's strength

and deforms it.

For these kinds of things

a spoon is not enough.

I'll allow it to rise.

I'll even help it.

But I'll not let it go where it wants,

but where it deserves, instead.

He's on the way.

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