"THE BYZANTINE GOBLET PART 1:" "THE TOURNAMENT" "A CASTLE IN GUELDERS" "Come in." "Finally." "We rode like madmen." "This is the best doctor I could find." "He is the personal physician of the Duke of Guelders." "It is a great honour." "Is that the sick person?" "She is very weak." "How is she, doctor?" "Not well." "Is there anything we can do?" "Get a priest." "Get a priest." "Bring me to him." "Roland." "Don't touch her." "She said my name." "That doesn't mean anything." "When she gets better, she'll be my wife." "You wish." "I love her." "You will never have her." "She's mine, she's mine!" "How could you?" "While my daughter is dying." "Her body may be lost, but we will save her soul." "Will she not get better?" "We are powerless here." "Could you leave us alone?" "I want to take her confession." "Will you two never stop?" "Don't you understand how serious it is?" "We are waiting for your decision." "Which decision?" "You know what I mean." "Alright, then." "I'll tell you my decision." "Isabella will become the wife of..." "She will marry the man who cures her." "Make sure many people will be there." "Hear, hear, hear!" "Sir Wolter of Oldenstein hereby announces that a tournament will be held at his castle." "Anybody can participate." "The reward for the bravest contestant will be the Byzantine goblet." "Spread the news!" "It's a miracle goblet." "Do you believe that?" "It can heal every disease." "You have a screw loose." "But it's true." "My late mother drank from it and she was cured on the spot." "Nonsense." "It's a simple case." "Is it?" "Hear that?" "That's the voice of my miracle doctor." "Ridiculous." "That's my astrologer." "Astrologer?" "Do you think he can cure Isabella?" "Well done, miracle doctor." "See?" "He did it." "My miracle doctor cured Isabella." "Out of the way!" "Keep your filthy pills away from my daughter." "Villain!" "Villain!" "Doctor, what happened?" "Here, take this, dirty poisoner." "Doctor, you said you would heal her!" "Fantastic." "Fantastic, that miracle doctor of yours." "There's your astrologer." "Star signs..." "I'll show you stars." "Out!" "Out!" "Stargazers!" "You're killing her with your miracle doctors." "Do you know what he wanted to cure Isabella with?" "This." "And do you know what this is?" "Rat poison!" "And star signs will not heal her either." "I saw the scholars leave rather hastily." "Nothing helps." "She only gets worse." "I just heard about a miracle goblet that cures people." "Miracle goblet..." "Shut up about miracles." "It's all nonsense." "Who believes that?" "What's that about that goblet?" "Wolter van Oldenstein made it the price of the tournament." "Tournament?" "And it's a miracle goblet?" "They say it heals people." "Bull!" "Old wives' tales." "It's worth a try." "You can't marry a dead person." "How do you know the Burgundians are organising that tournament?" "Our spies saw Floris van Rosemondt." "He's riding around with that goblet." "Good." "Assault him on the road and bring me the goblet." "What on earth are you doing?" "I'm going to Oldenstein, to the tournament." "That's going to be a success." "A lieutenant from Guelders at a Burgundian tournament." "You will be..." "They will not recognize me if I change my coat of arms." "That is handy." "I would never have thought of that." "I'll win the tournament and then the goblet will be mine." "Try your hardest." "That goblet is almost yours." "My heart always longed for you." "Your love won me over." "Ada!" "Ada!" "What's wrong?" "Floris arrived." "Floris?" "What does he want?" "Yes, I wonder." "Love poems." "Give it to me." "Give it back." "Ada is in love." "Ada is in love with Floris." "He's so tall and blond and strong and funny." "Floris, the new lord of..." "I'm sorry." "It's nothing." "Countess." "Welcome, Sir Floris." "On behalf of Sir Wolter, I invite you to a party at his castle." "A party!" "Viola!" "I'm sorry." "I hope you will be there." "I can't refuse an invitation from Sir Wolter and you." "Thank you." "I will see you soon." "Are you leaving already?" "I'm sorry." "There is much to do." "Countess." "Open it." "Open it." "Here, hold this." "A tournament." "He calls that a party." "Let's eat something here." "It's close to Guelders." "Come on." "It's miles away." "Get the goblet." "Rogier!" "Idiots!" "Numbskulls." "A Burgundian." "Into the bushes." "Take off his clothes." "Sir Ewoud van Brakel." "Sir Javik van Hoogenthout." "Countess Ada van Couwenberg." "Sir Jan van Pannerden." "Countess." "Allow me." "Thank you." "Excuse me." "Hello, Floris." "Countess." "One moment." "Who are you?" "Your face does not look familiar." "Sir Roland van Schaarsburg." "Sir Govert van Mechelen." "What are you doing here?" "Winning the goblet, for Isabella." "Where did you get those clothes?" "I bet you stole them." "Should I tell them that you're a lieutenant from Guelders?" "Who gave you that handkerchief?" "Isabella did." "I'm defending her honour." "I bet you stole that too." "Control yourself." "Everybody is looking." "Whose honour are you defending?" "Let the wine glide in." "Let it sweetly flow in." "Propose a toast to your friends." "Drink to your beloved." "Now that we're here together." "Now that we're here together." "I request all the knights who will be in the tournament tomorrow to hang their shields here." "The winner of the tournament gets this goblet." "It is said to be a miracle goblet." "And it is awarded by the most beautiful person present." "May I, Countess?" "Etiquette... etiquette." "A grape." "Up these stairs." "I'm so tired." "But we did have fun." "So I noticed." "Rogier." "What is it?" "Are you afraid in the dark?" "Afraid of you?" "You're kidding." "You have to sing a love song." "For you?" "No, for..." "For...?" "Why?" "To fix things." "Floris is jealous." "Because of that Roland." "Come with me." "This is your room." "The most beautiful one we have." "Thank you, Sir Floris." "I'm very honoured." "The best isn't good enough for you." "Feel this." "How soft." "Pure down." "Good, isn't it?" "Soft, yes." "And here... these chairs." "Try it." "Well?" "Lovely." "Can you sing us a bit?" "When a lad and a maiden" "While away the time" "And both play the courting game" "Love grows all on its own" "And neither of them tires of it" "Of kissing and caressing." "And what will happen then" "Can easily be guessed by all." "Beautifully sung, Rogier." "Don't you agree, Sir Floris?" "Sir Floris." "He's asleep." "He's asleep?" "He's asleep!" "He's asleep." "Sir Roland would never do that in the company of ladies." "Roland!" "You will fight with sword and shield and, if need be, with a club." "Get ready." "At your positions." "I am protesting." "Each of us defends the honour of his lady." "But for whom does this knight fight?" "Defend my colours, knight." "Hoogenthout." "Van Brakel." "Van Pannerden." "The goblet's mine." "Stop, your name was called." "You have violated the rules of the tournament." "I must ask you to leave the arena." "The battle is paused for half an hour." "He's not been hit once." "He'll win, don't you think?" "He'll win." "He's an excellent fencer." "Excellent." "You must be proud that Roland defends your colours." "What...?" "Very wise." "You don't fight yourself." "You let someone else defend your lady." "Do you think I'm a coward?" "Not at all." "Bravo." "You defend him." "That is true love." "Out of the way." "Find another referee." "Floris doesn't even have a cuirass." "That's his business." "Rogier." "Resume the battle." "Floris is wounded." "How is he?" "I don't know."