Vlad Tepes Page #6
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- 1980
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have converted to the right faith?
Perhaps a more righteous faith
than those of your forefathers?
My forefathers were pagans.
They believed in the gods of Olympus.
What is Allah but a lonely Zeus?
You haven't changed.
You always fall on your feet, like a cat.
Only if I don't fall
on one of Your Highness's stakes.
So help you Allah!
What does Mehmed want?
The padishah
wouldn't have wanted the tribute
All was decided by Murat.
He inherited this situation and
he can't back out now.
Nothing could justify that step.
What should I do to make this right?
Your good will would suffice.
How shall I show good will?
Let our army pass through to Hungary.
That's all.
No money, no soldiers, no toil.
Your Highness will thus become a friend of the padishah.
Friends do not pay tribute.
Come on, tell me. Tell me...
Everything must be a secret.
Fast as a thunderbolt
After the fall of Buda
and when Hungary becomes a pashalic
there won't be any pretenders
to the throne across the mountains.
The country will have the peace it wants.
With the promise of such advantages,
the answer must be only - "yes".
Well... No!
Your Highness wants to defend Hungary?
No.I want to defend my own country.
The padishah will keep his word.
I know. He will keep it. I will conquer Buda,
transform Hungary into a pashalic
What will Wallachia become then?
He won't touch it, but those who follow?
He who wants to be the master of the world
can't leave anything unmastered.
Mehmed knows that.
He gives with the one hand,
but takes with the other.
Christendom is crumbling,
stirred by hostile passions
like a sea of sand in the wind.
Against it there is
a big rock rolling down.
The future belongs to that rock.
Sooner or later the shadow of the glorious
Crescent will spread over all the earth.
It's no good to be
in the way of a rolling rock.
Mind you, Katavorinos,
you are not here to give me advice.
The country must pay tribute.
Twice as much.
Mehmed has inherited a tribute
for which he did not intend to ask.
It is a tribute I don't intend to pay.
Then let's agree over the borders
of Giurgiu, Your Highness.
Let's go here and decide.
If not, cut my head off now,
and spare me the trip
back to Constantinople.
Allah hu akbar!
If you don't surrender
I will cut your head off,
stuff it with straw
and send it to Istanbul..
Do you think you will be rewarded for that?
Mehmed can't lift you higher than I could.
Master, they are the soldiers of Yunus Bey,
running from infidels.
Open the gates!
Your Highness!
If you want a loyal dog, I am one.
Take me into your chancellery.
Are you skilled?
I've worked at Venice and Milan
chancelleries.
- Why did you not stay there?
- I can't stay long in one place.
Nobody leave my chancellery when he wants.
Go on your way, man.
Untie him!
On your knees.
Only death can stop
their appetite for conquering.
Lead the army beyond the water!
We will pass to them through fire and sword
on the entire length of the Danube.
Don't push the sultan more than should be,
otherwise the fire will come over us.
We have no choice.
It will be war anyway.
I gave the country a new face, made with
sweat and blood. But the clay is still soft.
Only weather or fire can strengthen it.
Fire hardens clay into a pitcher.
A big fire creates something hard like a rock.
Our country will emerge from war like a rock.
Where's the infidel?
He's advancing along the Danube.
Everyone's fleeing from him.
You've dreamed, dirty servant!
Speak up.
The shore of the Bosphorus is full
of refugees, King of Kings.
They are as many as the sand.
They want to pass to Asia.
I will whip them back to the
place from which they fled.
Lift the siege of Corinth immediately.
All armies back to Istanbul.
Your Highness, Dan is passing the mountains
through Bran, with an army of mercenaries.
Our soldiers can't
hold them for long.
Go and tell them to withdraw slowly
and harass him relentlessly.
In two days I will be there.
If you find the opportunity,
hit him, don't wait for me.
I want Dan alive. His boyars, as well.
Give him a spade.
Dig!
The hand of a prince must hold only
the sceptre and the sword.
How would have you defeated a country
in front of humiliation?
Let him dig his grave up to the end.
Bring some priests to have a sermon.
He should be buried with honor.
He did not know to die as a prince,
at least his burial should be for one.
He is the flesh and blood
of Mircea the Great.
They should be lifted up around the grave,
according to their titles.
Each lord to sleep into his own foundation.
The infidel has retired
with his army across the Danube.
Only the shame which he brought
remains behind him.
I'll give Christianity a deadly blow.
Abudhan Pasha
with 150 ships
and 60,000 warriors here
I will hit the Romanian country
and turn it into a pashalic.
After that... Moldavia too.
Why so much power for two little countries?
Only our best knights
can trample them underfoot.
From Moldavia and Wallachia, my soldiers
will pass on Transylvania.
Crushed from both sides, the king's army will crumble.
I will turn Transylvania
into a pashalic, too.
After this it will be winter.
I won't release the army.
I'll spend the winter in arms,
in Transylvania.
a new army will be heading for Belgrade.
We'll send a word to the Tatars
to attack Poland in the same time.
So I will not be attacked in Italy, nor in Poland.
Now, Buda is lost...
After Buda... Vienna.
I will come with armies to Belgrade
and then will begin in full force.
To Rome...
I'll turn the Vatican into a big mosque.
Pope with all his cardinals will walk
behind me dressed like ordinary dervishes.
Do you want to upset
the thinking on the battlefield
as you did with the siege on Constantinople ,
Luceafar between Luceferi?
(hipcampLike the moon's eclipse during the siege on Constantinople,
Show the green flag of the Holy War!
In all the mosques
to make prayers to Allah
glory be his name,
to give me power...
and victory.
And tell to Pope Pius the 2nd that we
don't want,
to run away from their wilderness,
but we want to fight them.
We are poor and few
compared to their wealth.
And if we'll reach a bad end,
and this small country will perish,
all Christianity will suffer.
Your brother Vlad,
has raised his arm against my empire.
That arm will fall...., hit by my sword.
You are a hostage here.
I did not betray you.
It is not fair for me to be killed
and the one who confronted you to be alive.
Take 4,000 soldiers,
go to Danube and try to attract the boyars.
Tell them you will take his place
on the throne.
The Turks are crossing the Danube!
The cannons there...
Be careful, don't make noise.
You jackal!
Do you want our bones to remain here?
Pass through the mill. The one from
"Valea Seaca". They'll met there.
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