God Save the King (2018): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
So, the Duke doesn't believe
that God reserves a special destiny
to kings and queens?
Or that they may still be
considered as such after death?
I highly doubt that,
Your Highness.
Especially because,
where there are kings,
there's war.
And that's not exactly
my vision of Heaven.
What good for is a Heaven
where kings, princes,
soldiers, blacksmiths and beggars,
all have the same privileges?
This doesn't seem like Heaven to me.
But a true Hell.
With all due respect, Your Highness,
it serves to remind us that
there's no time to waste in life.
And that each moment
should be lived to the fullest.
And what exactly does the Duke mean
by "lived to the fullest"?
I mean that each moment
must be lived
according to the rules of our desire.
- Whatever that desire may be?
- No...
Only the most mundane.
For truly entrancing desires,
these will never have any rules.
And who else could it be?
It was Constantino, of course.
Did anyone besides you
see him leave this room?
No, Your Highness.
I believe it was only me.
Wonderful.
Lucíola, my father must not,
under any circumstances,
suspect that there's anything
going on between us.
Of course, my lady.
It is also important to keep this from Demétrio.
Nothing would make that idiot happier
than humiliating me in front of my father.
Even if Mister Demétrio suspected anything,
if it's Your Highness' word against his council's,
I'm certain the King would value
his daughter's word the most.
Unfortunately, that's not
how things work anymore.
My father is becoming
increasingly foolish as he ages,
and, consequently, more susceptible
to Demétrio's influence.
A little longer and that idiot
will be ruling Artena.
That's why it's important that I surround myself
with good allies, now more than ever.
- Like the Duke?
- Exactly.
Like the Duke.
Your Highness.
Your Highness?
Cássio.
Today you must do
the inspection of the royal guard.
- We were waiting in the courtyard.
- Of course.
I completely forgot.
If Your Highness wishes,
I can dismiss them.
No, I'll go right away.
Is everything okay, Your Highness?
Yes, it's nothing.
Amália, Cássio.
Pardon, Your Highness?
It's the woman who
took care of me in Artena,
along with her brother and her parents.
Despite the short time
we spent together, I can't explain...
I don't even know if
there is an explanation, Cássio.
But the truth is, I fell in love with her.
- But Your Highness-
- It was all very fast.
Fast enough that I couldn't avoid it.
Fast enough that I couldn't
consider the consequences.
But she is a commoner, isn't she?
Yes, a commoner, Cássio.
A woman like any other.
But, at the same time,
a woman unlike any other.
Your Highness must know that no nobleman,
especially a crown prince,
could ever marry a commoner.
There's no law against it in Montemor,
but it would be the first time
in Monferrato history.
I'm sorry, Your Highness,
but starting your reign beside a commoner
would be highly inadvisable.
Some of our allies wouldn't even
consider this union valid,
creating diplomatic impasses...
Enough.
I know what the consequences would be, Cássio.
Believe me,
I'm willing to face them.
It's a rare fabric.
Very special.
It could also be used to make a beautiful gown.
But I think it's perfect where it is now.
It's beautiful...
So beautiful, Virgílio!
But I can't accept it,
it must've been expensive.
Please.
I insist.
I don't know how to thank you.
- May I suggest something?
- Of course.
You can thank me by accompaning me in a brief walk.
Right now?
Another time, if it's better for you.
No...
Now's perfect.
How weird...
I just saw Diana and Virgílio together.
Together?
You mean, together together, or...
No, they were just walking, but still, it's weird.
Do you think Virgílio might be trying to...
Make me jealous?
Would you doubt it?
It'd be really ridiculous of him to do that, so...
That must be exactly it.
Nothing he does surprises me anymore,
but Diana, letting herself be drawn in...
No, Tiago.
Ok, maybe Diana is a little needy,
and she has the worst luck when it comes to men,
but Virgílio?
That's a bit too much.
I hope I'm wrong, for her own good.
So? What is going on?
A man's leg had his leg crushed.
Another four men have minor injuries.
Is there any risk of another cave-in?
It's hard to say, Your Highness.
We need a more careful evaluation.
Then have it be done.
For that to be done safely,
we would have to stop the mining for a few days.
That's impossible.
We can't stop the mining.
- Your Highness.
- Your Highness, this is Samuel.
He oversees the mine
and represents all the miners.
Sir, the situation
inside the mine is getting worse.
There's moisture,
and the temperature rises
with each meter we dig down.
And now, the men...
They are scared another cave-in will happen.
Brother, you can't stop the mining.
It'd be chaotic for Montemor.
We already have no water, without ore,
what will we negotiate with Artena?
These men are risking their lives, Rodolfo.
Yes, but that's their job.
Soldiers risk their lives,
archers risk their lives,
kings risk their lives.
Excuse me, Your Highness.
What is your order?
Order the masters of works
to make a detailed risk evaluation.
But the mining must continue.
But Your Highness!
No, my dear Duke.
I will not marry the Marquis.
How?
The King gave him your hand.
Indeed.
But this time I will not suffer with
another one of my father's wrong decisions.
Moreover, wrong decisions
are becoming his specialty.
I have other plans for the Marquis,
something he doesn't even fathom.
I hope I can rely on your help.
I'm entirely at your disposal.
For this or anything else you need.
But what exactly are we celebrating?
We are celebrating life,
the good things in life.
My life, of course, that is good and easy again.
And also, a toast to women,
who bring joy to our hearts and our beds.
Hearts which always go soft in front of them.
I mean, they don't go soft anymore.
Not anymore, at least not always, but...
Figuratively, which means that on the other hand...
Anyway, a toast.
And may all troubles and annoyances
be exclusivelly handled by Afonso from now on.
Long live the King!
Long live me.
Of course.
I'm sorry, Your Highness.
You think he won't come back too, right?
Amália,
I honestly don't even know what...
Of course, I don't agree with your father,
who thinks Afonso was just an adventurer,
but on the other hand, he should be back by now,
or at least he should have sent us a message.
I'll admit that I thought about going to Montemor...
Going to Montemor?
I can't believe you're seriously considering this.
Anything is better than waiting in doubt-
There is no doubt.
That man was just an adventurer
who wanted to take advantage of you.
I always knew.
If you want to humiliate yourself
and go to Montemor,
crawling back to that swindler...
Frankly, my daughter,
I can only feel sorry for you.
Going there doesn't seem like a good idea to me.
But why don't you write to him?
GOD SAVE THE KING
Sure he is. I know the Prince.
He's different.
- He's sad, moody.
- And how you wanted him to be?
After the Queen's death.
Evidently, he feels her death.
After all, they were very close.
I don't know, but it doesn't
seem to be only that.
I think it's something else.
Maybe something that happened
while he was in Artena.
What would that be?
A woman.
Something tells me it involves a woman.
- You're crazy, Betânia.
- I see him walking
with his head down, feeling sad.
And on the throne room, with his head in another place.
Only a woman is capable
of doing that to a man.
- Grief is completely different.
- Damn!
- I failed again!
- What's that? Why did you throw away the soup?
- 'Cause it's horrible.
- Why horrible? What's the problem, Selena?
Me, Betânia, I'm the problem!
I can't do anything right.
- Selena, come back here!
- Let me speak to her.
- Selena.
- I'm sorry, Betânia.
I shouldn't have thrown away the food. I could've...
I don't care about the food, Selena.
I'm worried about you.
You said you're the problem.
That you do nothing right.
'Cause it's true!
Things never turn out as I wish.
I see you and Brumella,
you're natural at this.
It's like you're born to do this.
While me...
I don't have what it takes for cooking.
Maybe it's not about having it or not,
but being patient.
You're still young.
You have a lot to learn.
That's exactly it.
That's how I feel.
That I have a lot to learn.
Truthfully, I feel like
I still've a lot to live.
And sometimes, it seems like that's not
what I'm doing in this kitchen.
I'm not living my life.
Undoubtedly, Orlando,
Prince Afonso isn't the same.
He's hesitating.
Always distracted.
There's something strange with him.
- What do you suggest we do?
- For now, nothing.
But we need to be watchful.
Maybe not everything is lost.
Do you mean, in regards to Prince Rodolfo?
I say that in relation to us, my dear.
I made a decision, Cássio.
I'll leave for Artena soon.
- But, Your Highness...
- I need to put an end to this.
Or I'll go mad.
It's like half of me is
still there, in Artena.
And I need to be whole
in order to rise to be crowned.
More than ever,
Montemor needs me.
Deep down, I always knew
me and Amália couldn't be together.
But I intend to finishe what I started.
And to do it personally.
Looking in her eyes.
- Your Highness intends to tell her the truth?
- No.
I shall leave and part
as she knew me.
- As an ordinary blacksmith.
- Wise decision.
The more discreet,
the better, Your Highness.
Impossible to be any
more discreet, my brother.
After all, not even I know
which woman you two are discussing.
She was responsible for taking
care of me while I was injured.
But I suppose you won't be
returning due to gratitude.
No.
The truth, Rodolfo, is that we're involved and
she's become more than a friend.
Afonso, I'm shocked.
In all my life, it's the first time I heard
you talking about a woman with such...
tenderness.
Or, should I say,
with such passion?
That's what I was telling Cássio.
I need to put an end to this story.
This woman deserves to be
treated with dignity, Rodolfo.
Afonso, you're not leaving Montemor
for this silliness, are you?
- It's not silly!
- Of course it is.
What aren't silly are Montemor problems.
The water question, the mine.
I just need a few days. I promised her
I'd return, and that's what I will do.
I leave soon.
Here.
His name is Afonso.
If you ask around,
anyone should know who he is.
And please, bring news
as quick as possible.
Diana.
I'm surprised with what
I just saw, you and Virgílio,
are you together?
- Diana, can you explain what's happening?
- Yes.
- We're together.
- Oh.
I thought I might've been mistaken.
Why?
Do you think Virgílio is too good for me?
You think I don't deserve
a man like Virgílio?
Of course not.
Quite the contrary,
he doesn't deserve you.
Amália, honestly, I thought
you didn't want him anymore.
What do you mean, Diana?
You think I'm jealous of Virgílio?
- Aren't you?
- Not at all.
On the contrary, maybe that's his intention,
to make me jealous, but...
I don't feel anything for Virgílio.
Oh, so that's it.
Virgílio is with me only to make you jealous.
Meaning, it's impossible for him to actually like me.
Diana...
I know Virgílio well.
I know it isn't impossible that
he's trying to provoke me, but...
I'm your friend.
I need to warn you about this possibility.
If you were really my friend,
you'd be happy for me.
Sorry, Amália,
I need to work.
The prediction is to
harvest half of last year's crops.
It's a disaster, Cássio.
If it continues, in few months,
the people won't have what to eat.
There's no solution. We had to use
the water to feed the cattle. The situation is critical.
If it doesn't rain soon, we'll have to make difficult decisions.
Watch your footwork, Ulisses.
You're warriors!
Raise the shield, Ulisses! The shield!
Prep the shield!
A step forward to attack.
Very well,
another pair.
You need to focus more, son.
Every time you get distracted,
you make a mistake.
If it was a real fight,
these blows could've been fatal.
I know, captain.
I promise to try harder.
I'm sorry if
I caused you shame.
No, no shame.
You're still learning.
It's normal to make mistakes.
It isn't common to
make so many of them, is it?
Let's do something.
Next week, we'll stay at the Academy after
everyone's left, and do some extra training.
Fine,
but I don't think it'll help much.
I need warriors!
I said, warriors!
C'mon, on top! Block down the attack!
Answer it.
Warriors!
So, Romero, how's Ulisses
doing at the Academy?
- Each day better.
- Couldn't be any different, right?
After all, the kid comes
from a long line of warriors.
Truly, as far as I know, in my family
no man ever did anything without a sword in hand.
And when doesn't his training end? It should be close, isn't it?
Actually, it's gonna take a while.
I don't want Ulisses to be
just a good soldier.
I want him to be the best.
That takes some time.
- But I'm sure that...
- Wait.
Look who's there.
Cássio, how's the work going at the mines?
The foremen've analyzed the risk and
taken the necessary precautions,
- but I insist, we should stop the mining for awhile.
- No, that's not possible.
Much less now that
we need all the iron we can get.
I understand, your Highness,
but there's still danger...
- You.
- Cássio, Cássio.
The people is right to complain, Cássio.
They can't stand it anymore.
Careful, the soup is hot.
There.
Oh, the money, thank you.
Your Highness, any problem?
No, Cássio.
It's alright.
Let's return to the castle.
Delicately, Duke.
Or did you forget
that I am a princess?
Forgive me, Your Highness.
You're forgiven.
Welcome back to Artena, Marquis.
Thank you, kind sir.
I hope you had a good trip.
The return trip into the embrace of
the beloved woman is always a good trip.
Though my back doesn't agree with this.
I really don't know
where the Princess is, Marquis.
- But she's probably in the garden.
- Oh, the Princess, soon I'll see her.
But first I'd like to greet the King.
The King, of course.
Please, follow me.
Now he should be at the library.
Princess.
Marquis.
I rejoice in your return.
And this gentleman?
This is the Duke of Vicenza.
Constantino de Artanza, Marquis.
- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- The pleasure is mine.
He is a...
dear friend.
Well, since I had the luck to
find Your Highness at the library,
I shall speak to the King later.
How about we take stroll through the garden,
as I tell you about my adventures in Córdona. May we?
Sure.
It'll be a pleasure.
Forgive me, your Highness,
but your dress' tie is loose.
Allow me?
Of course.
Your maid should dress
you more carefully.
Certainly.
It was an unforgivable oversight.
I hope your businesses went well, Marquis.
Fortunately, it went as planned. They just
weren't perfect days due to the longing I felt for you.
The longing that turned the days endless,
and the air unbreathable.
I felt the same.
To hear such confession from thy lips,
rejoices my soul.
Marquis!
We can't do that yet.
- Indeed, forgive me, it was uncontrollable.
Yes, sir, but you know that I'm a pure woman.
And we can only allow
ourselves that after marriage.
Of course, and once more,
forgive my boldness.
Can we continue our walk?
Sure.
Why not?
Another solution, Your Highness, would be
to build a new aqueduct on the west.
- To the Mirtes River?
- Exactly.
- How long would it take?
- Around eight years.
- Maybe ten.
- Impossible.
It's too long.
There should be another alternative.
There must be.
- Maybe if Your Highness sends a new expedition...
- Enough.
Enough of expeditions.
There've been dozens of them.
And we didn't find even a drop of water.
You may leave.
I can't think straight.
I need to focus.
But it's no use.
I can't.
I need to let go of this.
Not only for myself, but for Montemor.
Your Highness refers to that woman.
I've to go to Artena.
I can't delay this.
I'll leave as soon as possible.
What's with that face, Romero?
Actually, what's up with both of you.
Ulisses looked like he
had been to a funeral.
Something happened?
What happened is, I don't know
what to do with our son anymore.
He's the worst student at the Academy by far.
I mean, the worst was Prince Rodolfo
when he was there.
- Worse in what sense?
- In all of them.
He can hardly hold a sword,
and when he defends himself he looks like a...
And I don't know what's wrong with him.
- What do you mean, wrong?
- Betânia.
My ancestors were great warriors.
It's a longstanding tradition in my family.
My love,
traditions exist to be broken.
And broken with my son?
Maybe finally with our son.
Three hundred people, father?
Besides the Marquis' guests, of course.
My daughter, I insist on
throwing a big feast.
Truly, it'll be the largest party
ever seen in all of Cália.
It's the least Your Highness deserves.
Indeed, if among us the angels walked,
they too would be invited to our celebration.
As well as the larks, the butterflies...
Actually, there'll be three hundred and one guests.
Since the Duke is now officially invited.
Thank you for the invitation,
Your Majesty.
It'll be my honor to return to Artena
for such a special occasion.
What do you mean, return?
The wedding is near.
The Duke only needs to wait a few more weeks.
It's what I intended to announce after dinner.
But since we got into the subject...
I must inform that
I'll be leaving tomorrow.
Amália, what's the soup today?
Hi, Domingas, there's a meat one, I mean...
I think've run out, wait.
And we have a chicken soup.
It should be delicious.
One moment, okay?
So, what did he say?
- I didn't deliver the letter.
- What? Why not?
Because I couldn't find him.
I asked around and they said there's
no blacksmith Afonso in Montemor.
We can't risk Your Highness' security.
that God reserves a special destiny
to kings and queens?
Or that they may still be
considered as such after death?
I highly doubt that,
Your Highness.
Especially because,
where there are kings,
there's war.
And that's not exactly
my vision of Heaven.
What good for is a Heaven
where kings, princes,
soldiers, blacksmiths and beggars,
all have the same privileges?
This doesn't seem like Heaven to me.
But a true Hell.
With all due respect, Your Highness,
it serves to remind us that
there's no time to waste in life.
And that each moment
should be lived to the fullest.
And what exactly does the Duke mean
by "lived to the fullest"?
I mean that each moment
must be lived
according to the rules of our desire.
- Whatever that desire may be?
- No...
Only the most mundane.
For truly entrancing desires,
these will never have any rules.
And who else could it be?
It was Constantino, of course.
Did anyone besides you
see him leave this room?
No, Your Highness.
I believe it was only me.
Wonderful.
Lucíola, my father must not,
under any circumstances,
suspect that there's anything
going on between us.
Of course, my lady.
It is also important to keep this from Demétrio.
Nothing would make that idiot happier
than humiliating me in front of my father.
Even if Mister Demétrio suspected anything,
if it's Your Highness' word against his council's,
I'm certain the King would value
his daughter's word the most.
Unfortunately, that's not
how things work anymore.
My father is becoming
increasingly foolish as he ages,
and, consequently, more susceptible
to Demétrio's influence.
A little longer and that idiot
will be ruling Artena.
That's why it's important that I surround myself
with good allies, now more than ever.
- Like the Duke?
- Exactly.
Like the Duke.
Your Highness.
Your Highness?
Cássio.
Today you must do
the inspection of the royal guard.
- We were waiting in the courtyard.
- Of course.
I completely forgot.
If Your Highness wishes,
I can dismiss them.
No, I'll go right away.
Is everything okay, Your Highness?
Yes, it's nothing.
Amália, Cássio.
Pardon, Your Highness?
It's the woman who
took care of me in Artena,
along with her brother and her parents.
Despite the short time
we spent together, I can't explain...
I don't even know if
there is an explanation, Cássio.
But the truth is, I fell in love with her.
- But Your Highness-
- It was all very fast.
Fast enough that I couldn't avoid it.
Fast enough that I couldn't
consider the consequences.
But she is a commoner, isn't she?
Yes, a commoner, Cássio.
A woman like any other.
But, at the same time,
a woman unlike any other.
Your Highness must know that no nobleman,
especially a crown prince,
could ever marry a commoner.
There's no law against it in Montemor,
but it would be the first time
in Monferrato history.
I'm sorry, Your Highness,
but starting your reign beside a commoner
would be highly inadvisable.
Some of our allies wouldn't even
consider this union valid,
creating diplomatic impasses...
Enough.
I know what the consequences would be, Cássio.
Believe me,
I'm willing to face them.
It's a rare fabric.
Very special.
It could also be used to make a beautiful gown.
But I think it's perfect where it is now.
It's beautiful...
So beautiful, Virgílio!
But I can't accept it,
it must've been expensive.
Please.
I insist.
I don't know how to thank you.
- May I suggest something?
- Of course.
You can thank me by accompaning me in a brief walk.
Right now?
Another time, if it's better for you.
No...
Now's perfect.
How weird...
I just saw Diana and Virgílio together.
Together?
You mean, together together, or...
No, they were just walking, but still, it's weird.
Do you think Virgílio might be trying to...
Make me jealous?
Would you doubt it?
It'd be really ridiculous of him to do that, so...
That must be exactly it.
Nothing he does surprises me anymore,
but Diana, letting herself be drawn in...
No, Tiago.
Ok, maybe Diana is a little needy,
and she has the worst luck when it comes to men,
but Virgílio?
That's a bit too much.
I hope I'm wrong, for her own good.
So? What is going on?
A man's leg had his leg crushed.
Another four men have minor injuries.
Is there any risk of another cave-in?
It's hard to say, Your Highness.
We need a more careful evaluation.
Then have it be done.
For that to be done safely,
we would have to stop the mining for a few days.
That's impossible.
We can't stop the mining.
- Your Highness.
- Your Highness, this is Samuel.
He oversees the mine
and represents all the miners.
Sir, the situation
inside the mine is getting worse.
There's moisture,
and the temperature rises
with each meter we dig down.
And now, the men...
They are scared another cave-in will happen.
Brother, you can't stop the mining.
It'd be chaotic for Montemor.
We already have no water, without ore,
what will we negotiate with Artena?
These men are risking their lives, Rodolfo.
Yes, but that's their job.
Soldiers risk their lives,
archers risk their lives,
kings risk their lives.
Excuse me, Your Highness.
What is your order?
Order the masters of works
to make a detailed risk evaluation.
But the mining must continue.
But Your Highness!
No, my dear Duke.
I will not marry the Marquis.
How?
The King gave him your hand.
Indeed.
But this time I will not suffer with
another one of my father's wrong decisions.
Moreover, wrong decisions
are becoming his specialty.
I have other plans for the Marquis,
something he doesn't even fathom.
I hope I can rely on your help.
I'm entirely at your disposal.
For this or anything else you need.
But what exactly are we celebrating?
We are celebrating life,
the good things in life.
My life, of course, that is good and easy again.
And also, a toast to women,
who bring joy to our hearts and our beds.
Hearts which always go soft in front of them.
I mean, they don't go soft anymore.
Not anymore, at least not always, but...
Figuratively, which means that on the other hand...
Anyway, a toast.
And may all troubles and annoyances
be exclusivelly handled by Afonso from now on.
Long live the King!
Long live me.
Of course.
I'm sorry, Your Highness.
You think he won't come back too, right?
Amália,
I honestly don't even know what...
Of course, I don't agree with your father,
who thinks Afonso was just an adventurer,
but on the other hand, he should be back by now,
or at least he should have sent us a message.
I'll admit that I thought about going to Montemor...
Going to Montemor?
I can't believe you're seriously considering this.
Anything is better than waiting in doubt-
There is no doubt.
That man was just an adventurer
who wanted to take advantage of you.
I always knew.
If you want to humiliate yourself
and go to Montemor,
crawling back to that swindler...
Frankly, my daughter,
I can only feel sorry for you.
Going there doesn't seem like a good idea to me.
But why don't you write to him?
GOD SAVE THE KING
Sure he is. I know the Prince.
He's different.
- He's sad, moody.
- And how you wanted him to be?
After the Queen's death.
Evidently, he feels her death.
After all, they were very close.
I don't know, but it doesn't
seem to be only that.
I think it's something else.
Maybe something that happened
while he was in Artena.
What would that be?
A woman.
Something tells me it involves a woman.
- You're crazy, Betânia.
- I see him walking
with his head down, feeling sad.
And on the throne room, with his head in another place.
Only a woman is capable
of doing that to a man.
- Grief is completely different.
- Damn!
- I failed again!
- What's that? Why did you throw away the soup?
- 'Cause it's horrible.
- Why horrible? What's the problem, Selena?
Me, Betânia, I'm the problem!
I can't do anything right.
- Selena, come back here!
- Let me speak to her.
- Selena.
- I'm sorry, Betânia.
I shouldn't have thrown away the food. I could've...
I don't care about the food, Selena.
I'm worried about you.
You said you're the problem.
That you do nothing right.
'Cause it's true!
Things never turn out as I wish.
I see you and Brumella,
you're natural at this.
It's like you're born to do this.
While me...
I don't have what it takes for cooking.
Maybe it's not about having it or not,
but being patient.
You're still young.
You have a lot to learn.
That's exactly it.
That's how I feel.
That I have a lot to learn.
Truthfully, I feel like
I still've a lot to live.
And sometimes, it seems like that's not
what I'm doing in this kitchen.
I'm not living my life.
Undoubtedly, Orlando,
Prince Afonso isn't the same.
He's hesitating.
Always distracted.
There's something strange with him.
- What do you suggest we do?
- For now, nothing.
But we need to be watchful.
Maybe not everything is lost.
Do you mean, in regards to Prince Rodolfo?
I say that in relation to us, my dear.
I made a decision, Cássio.
I'll leave for Artena soon.
- But, Your Highness...
- I need to put an end to this.
Or I'll go mad.
It's like half of me is
still there, in Artena.
And I need to be whole
in order to rise to be crowned.
More than ever,
Montemor needs me.
Deep down, I always knew
me and Amália couldn't be together.
But I intend to finishe what I started.
And to do it personally.
Looking in her eyes.
- Your Highness intends to tell her the truth?
- No.
I shall leave and part
as she knew me.
- As an ordinary blacksmith.
- Wise decision.
The more discreet,
the better, Your Highness.
Impossible to be any
more discreet, my brother.
After all, not even I know
which woman you two are discussing.
She was responsible for taking
care of me while I was injured.
But I suppose you won't be
returning due to gratitude.
No.
The truth, Rodolfo, is that we're involved and
she's become more than a friend.
Afonso, I'm shocked.
In all my life, it's the first time I heard
you talking about a woman with such...
tenderness.
Or, should I say,
with such passion?
That's what I was telling Cássio.
I need to put an end to this story.
This woman deserves to be
treated with dignity, Rodolfo.
Afonso, you're not leaving Montemor
for this silliness, are you?
- It's not silly!
- Of course it is.
What aren't silly are Montemor problems.
The water question, the mine.
I just need a few days. I promised her
I'd return, and that's what I will do.
I leave soon.
Here.
His name is Afonso.
If you ask around,
anyone should know who he is.
And please, bring news
as quick as possible.
Diana.
I'm surprised with what
I just saw, you and Virgílio,
are you together?
- Diana, can you explain what's happening?
- Yes.
- We're together.
- Oh.
I thought I might've been mistaken.
Why?
Do you think Virgílio is too good for me?
You think I don't deserve
a man like Virgílio?
Of course not.
Quite the contrary,
he doesn't deserve you.
Amália, honestly, I thought
you didn't want him anymore.
What do you mean, Diana?
You think I'm jealous of Virgílio?
- Aren't you?
- Not at all.
On the contrary, maybe that's his intention,
to make me jealous, but...
I don't feel anything for Virgílio.
Oh, so that's it.
Virgílio is with me only to make you jealous.
Meaning, it's impossible for him to actually like me.
Diana...
I know Virgílio well.
I know it isn't impossible that
he's trying to provoke me, but...
I'm your friend.
I need to warn you about this possibility.
If you were really my friend,
you'd be happy for me.
Sorry, Amália,
I need to work.
The prediction is to
harvest half of last year's crops.
It's a disaster, Cássio.
If it continues, in few months,
the people won't have what to eat.
There's no solution. We had to use
the water to feed the cattle. The situation is critical.
If it doesn't rain soon, we'll have to make difficult decisions.
Watch your footwork, Ulisses.
You're warriors!
Raise the shield, Ulisses! The shield!
Prep the shield!
A step forward to attack.
Very well,
another pair.
You need to focus more, son.
Every time you get distracted,
you make a mistake.
If it was a real fight,
these blows could've been fatal.
I know, captain.
I promise to try harder.
I'm sorry if
I caused you shame.
No, no shame.
You're still learning.
It's normal to make mistakes.
It isn't common to
make so many of them, is it?
Let's do something.
Next week, we'll stay at the Academy after
everyone's left, and do some extra training.
Fine,
but I don't think it'll help much.
I need warriors!
I said, warriors!
C'mon, on top! Block down the attack!
Answer it.
Warriors!
So, Romero, how's Ulisses
doing at the Academy?
- Each day better.
- Couldn't be any different, right?
After all, the kid comes
from a long line of warriors.
Truly, as far as I know, in my family
no man ever did anything without a sword in hand.
And when doesn't his training end? It should be close, isn't it?
Actually, it's gonna take a while.
I don't want Ulisses to be
just a good soldier.
I want him to be the best.
That takes some time.
- But I'm sure that...
- Wait.
Look who's there.
Cássio, how's the work going at the mines?
The foremen've analyzed the risk and
taken the necessary precautions,
- but I insist, we should stop the mining for awhile.
- No, that's not possible.
Much less now that
we need all the iron we can get.
I understand, your Highness,
but there's still danger...
- You.
- Cássio, Cássio.
The people is right to complain, Cássio.
They can't stand it anymore.
Careful, the soup is hot.
There.
Oh, the money, thank you.
Your Highness, any problem?
No, Cássio.
It's alright.
Let's return to the castle.
Delicately, Duke.
Or did you forget
that I am a princess?
Forgive me, Your Highness.
You're forgiven.
Welcome back to Artena, Marquis.
Thank you, kind sir.
I hope you had a good trip.
The return trip into the embrace of
the beloved woman is always a good trip.
Though my back doesn't agree with this.
I really don't know
where the Princess is, Marquis.
- But she's probably in the garden.
- Oh, the Princess, soon I'll see her.
But first I'd like to greet the King.
The King, of course.
Please, follow me.
Now he should be at the library.
Princess.
Marquis.
I rejoice in your return.
And this gentleman?
This is the Duke of Vicenza.
Constantino de Artanza, Marquis.
- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- The pleasure is mine.
He is a...
dear friend.
Well, since I had the luck to
find Your Highness at the library,
I shall speak to the King later.
How about we take stroll through the garden,
as I tell you about my adventures in Córdona. May we?
Sure.
It'll be a pleasure.
Forgive me, your Highness,
but your dress' tie is loose.
Allow me?
Of course.
Your maid should dress
you more carefully.
Certainly.
It was an unforgivable oversight.
I hope your businesses went well, Marquis.
Fortunately, it went as planned. They just
weren't perfect days due to the longing I felt for you.
The longing that turned the days endless,
and the air unbreathable.
I felt the same.
To hear such confession from thy lips,
rejoices my soul.
Marquis!
We can't do that yet.
- Indeed, forgive me, it was uncontrollable.
Yes, sir, but you know that I'm a pure woman.
And we can only allow
ourselves that after marriage.
Of course, and once more,
forgive my boldness.
Can we continue our walk?
Sure.
Why not?
Another solution, Your Highness, would be
to build a new aqueduct on the west.
- To the Mirtes River?
- Exactly.
- How long would it take?
- Around eight years.
- Maybe ten.
- Impossible.
It's too long.
There should be another alternative.
There must be.
- Maybe if Your Highness sends a new expedition...
- Enough.
Enough of expeditions.
There've been dozens of them.
And we didn't find even a drop of water.
You may leave.
I can't think straight.
I need to focus.
But it's no use.
I can't.
I need to let go of this.
Not only for myself, but for Montemor.
Your Highness refers to that woman.
I've to go to Artena.
I can't delay this.
I'll leave as soon as possible.
What's with that face, Romero?
Actually, what's up with both of you.
Ulisses looked like he
had been to a funeral.
Something happened?
What happened is, I don't know
what to do with our son anymore.
He's the worst student at the Academy by far.
I mean, the worst was Prince Rodolfo
when he was there.
- Worse in what sense?
- In all of them.
He can hardly hold a sword,
and when he defends himself he looks like a...
And I don't know what's wrong with him.
- What do you mean, wrong?
- Betânia.
My ancestors were great warriors.
It's a longstanding tradition in my family.
My love,
traditions exist to be broken.
And broken with my son?
Maybe finally with our son.
Three hundred people, father?
Besides the Marquis' guests, of course.
My daughter, I insist on
throwing a big feast.
Truly, it'll be the largest party
ever seen in all of Cália.
It's the least Your Highness deserves.
Indeed, if among us the angels walked,
they too would be invited to our celebration.
As well as the larks, the butterflies...
Actually, there'll be three hundred and one guests.
Since the Duke is now officially invited.
Thank you for the invitation,
Your Majesty.
It'll be my honor to return to Artena
for such a special occasion.
What do you mean, return?
The wedding is near.
The Duke only needs to wait a few more weeks.
It's what I intended to announce after dinner.
But since we got into the subject...
I must inform that
I'll be leaving tomorrow.
Amália, what's the soup today?
Hi, Domingas, there's a meat one, I mean...
I think've run out, wait.
And we have a chicken soup.
It should be delicious.
One moment, okay?
So, what did he say?
- I didn't deliver the letter.
- What? Why not?
Because I couldn't find him.
I asked around and they said there's
no blacksmith Afonso in Montemor.
We can't risk Your Highness' security.