"The convent's in ruins." "¤ When the clouds conceal the sun,..." "¤ and the way defeats your feet..." "¤ if the wind is burning the skin of your face... ¤ always remember I'm waiting for you. ¤" "She sings just like Mother." "His Eminence, Cardinal Mendoza." "Augustín, tell me who I am, who I am!" "Juan has asked me to be his wife." "Why not kill him yourself?" "Because he's my brother." "It's Cardinal Mendoza, a very important person." "I absolve you of your sins, sister." "I'm going to make your lives a living hell, until I nab the one who did this." "My niece Irene --- I want her to live here with you." "Who's my real family?" "I want answers!" "Your mother was named Laura." "My name is Juan de Calatrava, Duke of Velasco and Fonseca,... noble of Spain, owner and lord of all this land." "The child who tried to kill me must have a burn right here." "This is very important: did anyone see you shoot?" "I can't believe that with everything that happened in your inn, you didn't see anything." "Arrest him!" "I don't want to buck the Vatican." "That's why it's to your advantage if you'll always be at my side." "~ Dunk him." "~ No, please!" "I still don't understand why they killed her." "A boy, it was a boy!" "A boy?" "What boy?" "I have the mark, if he finds me, he'll kill me." "Run!" "Kneel!" "Well, as you dig deeper,... there will begin to appear nieces and nephews, more nephews, in-laws and more in-laws... and you'll need the wall of a cathedral for the map." "Now that he's spared Alonso, I'd say you're square." "We have to decide what our mission is, if indeed we even have one." "Yes --- to find this baby." "What a spectacle, Master." "This is a right shower of shit." "Master, the poor kids, they're all tied up!" "They tie them up and leave them to die, to make room for the next ones." "I've seen lots of orphanages." "You may have seen many, but you haven't lived in one." "They only gave us a scoop of water a day." "You have no idea what it's like to be thirsty, so thirsty it hurts." "We couldn't even piss we were so dry." "I swear to you that we spat into a bowl until it was full,... so that at least one of us would escape the thirst." "Do you need a son?" "No, child, we don't." "Can't you see we're churchmen?" "I do cooking, cleaning, and some sewing." "I'm sorry." "~ Master!" "~ Hide!" "What are you doing, Father?" "You can't be here." "I'm looking for a child who was here years ago." "Look, every year more than 100 of these pass through here,... it would be impossible to account for every one of them." "Well, then if you'll let me glance at the records..." "No one can look at the register." "Do you remember anything about a child who was born in a convent?" "At the Carmelites." "You know the one I'm talking about, right?" "No, I don't." "Now push off or I summon the guards." "Hey, it's a really beautiful house, and for the four of you... it's more than enough, and it's not cold." "Woman, no!" "My God, how handsome this boy is!" "Hey, how can I not show off my nephew all around town!" "Not like you --- I don't know if it's because you live in town,... but each day you're paler and thinning down to the bone." "Don Manuel, hand some potatoes to my sister... let's see if she gets a bit fatter." "Don't do it, I'll do it myself." "I'm very happy that you've come to live so close by." "Hey, I also brought some stuff from town for you." "This is for you." "It's Damascus silk embroidered with gold thread,... that the Marquesa says isn't in this year's style.." "Check it out, as if gold isn't becoming fashionable!" "It's precious!" "But you see, what use can it be to me,... if I spend my life plowing and working in the kitchen?" "This will suit you at midnight mass, you'll be the most beautiful in the entire church, Mother." "Of course." "Well, family..." "I have to go." "I'm very content." "~ Have a good trip!" "~ See you again, Don Manuel!" "My sister's quite the looker, eh?" "It's in the family." "Bring everything that you have or you'll end up like him." "But we've already paid the church's tithe and the taxes which you levied on us!" "It's not a request, it's an order, and I don't have all day." "But we don't have anything else." "But...we can collect it in kind." "Don't touch my sister!" "Bring everything that you have!" "But this IS all we have!" "You see?" "When you're willing, you can understand everything from the start." "Come on, up, let's move it!" "There's no way here, it's as good as dead." "Dead?" "Who's dead?" "I don't know --- who?" "I know, I know, you're looking down saying there was something dead." "Dead?" "Me?" "No, it was..." "Hey!" "There, let's back off there!" "I was there with...well, it's a men's story... that I don't want to tell you." "You're not yet three spans tall, yet you want to know everything about everything." "Come on, lend me a hand." "But I don't understand, Sátur." "Why won't anyone tell me who's died?" "Because no one HAS died!" "He's...recuperating." "Juan, stop, you're going to wake up the boy." "~ Hello." "~ Hello." "~ Did you spend the night?" "~ No, no, no... ~ I just got here..." "~ He came to see me and he's going to work." "~ See you later." "~ See you later." "As for the wedding, is the proposal still valid?" "Yes, of course." "Well, then, maybe we ought to tell Alonso." "Tell me what?" "Well, this child is getting so enquiring..." "You see, Alonso,..." "I have to tell you something." "Something bad?" "No, no, no, nothing bad, Alonso." "It's just... some good news." "It's just that sometimes... we old folks discover that we have feelings for someone and... and we realize that... we want to spend the rest of our lives with her." "Hey, hush, hush, hush..." "Hush and don't say any more." "I knew it!" "I already knew, I was the first to see it!" "This is too cool!" "Let's skip the tears of emotion, give me a hug, Master!" "~ Hey, what's going on?" "~ Your father and your aunt are going to get married!" "I can already see the handsome brothers they'll give you." "~ Sátur, no!" "~ Not married?" "~ No, wait, wait!" "~ Not a moment nor anything else --- this needs to be celebrated!" "~ Sátur, it's not like that!" "~ The wedding's with Juan!" "What?" "She's marrying Juan." "Juan who?" "You're going to marry Juan?" "But why?" "My love, this will change nothing between us." "~ For me you'll always come first." "~ That's a lie!" "Or else you wouldn't marry him!" "If you're going to abandon me, I don't know why you came here!" "Alonso!" "Alonso!" "Alonso!" "~ Most pure Mary." "~ Conceiving without sin." "Someone has been asking questions at the orphanage,..." "I'm afraid your secret is in danger." "Did you see who it was?" "I don't know, it was a friar,... but I couldn't see his face." "I suppose you want me to keep relying on you, my daughter." "Yes, your grace." "Good, good." "Hey, that hurts!" "Are you all right?" "Give me a hand here!" "Irene!" "You're already 12 years old, get up!" "And you, Nuño, look how you dirtied that!" "See that they're cleaned up." "Let's go!" "You and I are going to talk about this incident." "Beat it." "~ Marquesa?" "~ Yes?" "The Duke and Duchess de Velasco y Fonseca have just arrived." "My dear, what an honor!" "~ Lucrecia, you're always so elegant and beautiful!" "~ Marquesa." "Tell me, to what do I owe this surprise?" "Well, you see, we've received a letter from our son Juan,... telling us of his marriage." "But it didn't tell us when, or where,... nor with whom." "We hope to meet our new in-law, after waiting all these years." "So tell us --- we're sure you already know her." "It won't be a daughter of the Count of Salvatierra?" "No, no." "Young Master Nuño, if you eat that you won't feel like dinner." "Clean it up!" "Such behavior in the young Marquis." "The Marquis, I'd teach him a thing or two about manners." "The girl from the House de Alba would be nice, so elegant and so educated." "No, you see, I don't think you already know the family." "Since I see you're so eager to meet her --- what better occasion?" "Duchess, Duke, may I present to you your future in-law, Margarita." "Excuse me, Lucrecia, but I don't see anyone." "Duchess, here on the flagstones, cleaning up." "Margarita, the bride of your son, is a charming lady." "Your Majesty,..." "We need money to buy the good will of those people needed to guarantee my accession to the Papacy." "I have decided to create a new tax." "Impossible." "The people have no more money." "You had in me a good and faithful servant,... always willing to forget a certain event... which if it should see the light of day would lead to dire consequences for your reign." "Enough." "You and I both know you have no proof." "The guard found the friar cruelly murdered in the forest,... a great loss." "And yet --- and not wearing the medallion." "Did you kill Augustín?" "How far you plan to reach?" "To the Vatican, your Majesty." "Always at your service." "We will continue following the plan,... the king is in complete agreement." "We will create a new tax to raise 3,000,000 Ducats." "If you meet that goal, I'll be generous with you... maybe a seat on the Council of Castile." "To get a seat on the Council you need to be ennobled." "Quite right." "Set a deadline and you'll have your millions." "A deadline?" "I had to ask forgiveness because... what I did wasn't good." "I couldn't help myself and I implicated your son." "It's not important, Cipri." "Surely I would have done the same." "The same?" " Not the same, I reckon, Master." "Yes, the same." "How are your hands?" "Well, it's the least we deserve for cowardice." "What's with you today?" "My aunt --- she's getting married." "To your Dad?" "If you thought it was to my Dad, you think I'd have a face like this?" "This is nothing, my buddy, my old friend!" "Have a seat!" "Cipri, and Matilde?" "Well...she can't be here today." "Why, has something happened?" "Is she ill?" "No, she's well, she's not sick --- it's just that..." "Nuño, Nuño, to your seat." "Cipri, is something going on?" "Inés, she... has abandoned me." "Good, good...!" "He said that she's left him!" "Walking out can become walking back in again." "She's not dead!" "By the order of the king we are imposing a new special tax." "It will raise 3,000,000 Ducats." "The tax comes into effect today, and failure to pay will result in death." "He said 3,000,000?" "That means famine." "But you've already taken our entire harvest!" "What we have left we need just to eat." "I hope what you're saying is correct." "There isn't anything else left inside." "Sir, there's nothing else in there." "Step aside!" "If you're telling the truth,... then you've got nothing to fear." "We're wasting time, let's go!" "Commissioner!" "So this is where you keep your food." "I hope you know the price of lying to the authorities." "You guards chose the punishment." "Don't touch them!" "Let me go!" "Don't touch her!" "Hey, in the other villages, they're doing the same thing." "Let's go, hurry, or you won't be able to finish this!" "You are a noble of Spain, son,... and you can't marry the first whore to cross your path." "Mom, Margarita isn't a whore at all." "For God's sake, have you seen the color of her skin?" "And check the hair, she's like a Moor!" "~ Excuse me, ma'am." "Such clumsiness!" "~ Leave it, leave it!" "She's a commoner, son, and you're a cousin of the king!" "You can't get involved with someone like that!" "It's clear why she had approached you, that gold-digger." "I won't permit you to say that about the woman I love, Mother." "Son,..." "I'm also a man,..." "I can understand what you see in her." "Take her into your service, and when you should want..." "It's not that, Dad." "You don't get it --- I love this woman." "I love her and I'm going to marry her." "I think you aren't understanding us, son." "We forbid you to marry this beggar." "Boy,... move away from the fire or you'll be without eyebrows." "The smoke's in my eyes." "Come here." "Dear Alonso..." "Tears already have a bad rep,... but do you know what they're good for?" "They shape the man." "Come here, sit down." "Men who cry, feel." "Feelings are nothing to be ashamed of." "Even the most noble cry!" "Haven't you heard of the "crying" of Julius Caesar?" "That after conquering the world with all his elephants,... when he found there was nothing left to conquer... the poor man took to sobbing...!" "But why does my aunt have to marry him?" "Have we done something wrong?" "Oh, son, sometimes it's not doing something wrong, it's not doing anything." "Because if someone I know had done something,... another rooster would be crowing." "But no, Alonso, no... you haven't done anything wrong." "What happens is that with women, with this idea of love, well... it attracts them!" "It attracts them a lot!" "And when someone doesn't step up to dance, well, it will be someone else." "Of course!" "With them, they want to dance!" "And what about what I want, then?" "That isn't important to anybody!" "It's not always about you, Alonso." "Alonso, if you really love your aunt Margarita,... you really should be glad to let her go,... so she can find her own happiness." "But she's happy here, too!" "Why does she have to leave me alone?" "Alone, you say?" "And me, what am I?" "What am I, Alonso?" "A vegetable?" "You'll never be left on your own." "You hear --- never." "Alonso, go look for your aunt." "It's time to eat, go on!" "Sátur..." "Thanks." "Just one thing:... the bit with the elephants was Alexander the Great,... not Julius Caesar." "Alexander who?" "I'm not totally sure, I'll have to check with him." "Lucrecia..." "I am..." "I am not the Marquesa." "Do you now devote yourself to soaping my guests, Commissioner?" "Marquesa..." "I came to see Nuño,... it's a while since I've seen him." "Does the young lady interest you?" "For God's sake, Lucrecia, knock off the fooling around." "I'm not fooling." "She's just a girl." "O, Hernán, don't be short-sighted,..." "Irene is the niece of Cardinal Mendoza." "Do you know the power you'd have if you landed at her side?" "It's a wild goose chase." "This girl is off-limits." "Leave it in my hands, Hernán." "How joyous all will be when they see this!" "Poor pityful you, eat a glazed fruit!" "Sátur, let's go!" "~ Two more and then we go!" "~ We don't have time!" "I know, it's just done." "I don't have anything left." "The Red Eagle,...this man..." "I turned around and he faded away!" "Good evening." "How much do you want?" "I don't understand, ma'am." "Don't mess around with me." "At best you have deceived my son, but I know what you're looking for." "Is that enough?" "You've insulted me,..." "I don't want Juan's money." "You don't have to be ashamed." "I understand you've had to deal with life as it comes." "God has given you certain attributes... and you have learned how to use them." "Ma'am, I don't have any reason to tolerate this indignity." "and I don't care who you are." "How impertinent are all of your race!" "I thought we'd expelled you all." "What?" "You're a Moor, aren't you?" "Or would you have me believe you have Christian blood?" "Ma'am, with all respect... you aren't even the slightest bit interested in the purity of my blood." "~ Margarita!" "~ I'm leaving, Juan." "What is it?" "I am not going to marry you, Juan." "Sátur, here they are: all the comings and goings at the orphanage." "We could spend all night in this stuff, trying to find out about your brother?" "Jesus!" "Sátur!" "Here it is!" "The Carmelites." "Master..." "Master, doesn't it smell like... like something's burning?" "Sátur, fire!" "The kids, Master, the kids!" "What do we do?" "Grab them!" "Untie them!" "Inés?" "Inés!" "Have you come back?" "!" "Thanks be to heaven!" "Inés!" "I don't know how you like your eggs,... so I made a tortilla." "Thanks, Catalina,... you didn't have to put yourself out." "I'm not hungry." "Oh, God, Master,... what will happen with those poor things?" "Take it." "No, Sátur, thanks." "I'm going to see how Alonso is." "Help!" "Oh, God, this just isn't going to stop!" "Don't let it bother you, little one,..." "I'll get you somewhere to stay." "Please don't take that!" "Please, what am I going to eat?" "Are you all right, Hortensio?" "Sátur, bring water." "If the Red Eagle were here, this wouldn't happen." "But course, with all the injustices there are... he can't be everywhere, right?" "We could use a lot of Red Eagles." "Heaps of them." "Are you all right, Hortensio?" "Go, go!" "Your son's right, you know." "There's lots of injustice and you can't handle it all." "Well, you tell me the solution, since this doesn't look like easing up soon." "The only way would be for the people to unite in their own defense." "Someone of the people must lead the people." ""Someone of the people must lead the people."" "He's right, and it's a good slogan." "I cannot consent, Lucrecia, that my son, a noble of Spain,... should marry a Moor." "I could send a letter but you know how long these things take." "Margarita, come with me." "~ Take this, come with me." "~ Where to?" "Come with me, trust me." "Father, Mother:" "I present to you my fiancée:" "Margarita." "We already know her, but you're not about to marry..." "Mother, I am going to marry her." "And not only that, tomorrow I'll gather all the nobles of town to make it official." "Juan,... do you know what you're doing, son?" "Of course, Father." "You are about to throw us into disgrace." "I'm afraid that the disgrace is of your own making." "What is this?" "What's written there?" "No to the extraordinary tax!" "Rebellion!" "Give me that." "We have to burn everything,... if they find this, we're dead." "A precious piece, your Eminence." "I know, and I don't like to be separated from it." "There are very few like it,... and the king has its only equal." "I always thought you were a very shrewd observer." "Yes,..." "I like to observe,... especially in order to compare." "I'm familiar with these medallions,... but they're only used to preserve something inside them." "What is its secret?" "Your Eminence?" "Marquesa, you, who love secrets so very much,..." "I'm sure you know who this Red Eagle is,... about whom I've heard so much talk." "No-one's ever seen his face." "It's strange that the commissioner hasn't been able to grab him." "You already know, your Eminence,... that good secrets you only tell yourself." "Commissioner!" "I hope you've interrupted me with something important." "Yes, sir, we've found this,... they're scattered all over the countryside." "That clown Red Eagle again!" "If the peasants unite,... we could have problems." "We can nip this in the bud:... kill one of them." "What do you say to this?" "A clear message." "With his pen and all the clues to its authenticity,..." "You've gone speechless!" "Well, I've made 200 like that one,..." "You should feel this writer's cramp." "I don't know, Sátur." "I think it's too hasty,... it could be very dangerous." "Why "hasty"?" "But you always say we have to change things!" "But I also say one must choose the right moment." "Haven't you heard the Arab proverb which says:... when you want to see your enemy's corpse go by,... stand waiting in the door." "With all due respect, this proverb sounds like so much chicken-cackling." "Because I say it's best to go do something, not sit around and wait!" "Sátur, if they find these leaflets in the hands of the peasants,... they're dead meat." "Forget it!" "28... 29... 31." "By God, who inspired me to make so many copies?" "!" "If the duke and duchess don't like the turkey, take it back." "we'll serve them lamb." "Fire up the oven." "Juan has decided to present me before all the nobles of the region." "How romantic!" "No, it has nothing to do with romance." "It's sheer madness!" "Juan is a noble of Spain, his parents are the duke and duchess of Velasco and I don't know what else,... don't you get it?" "'Cause I sure don't." "Back to work!" "But it surely means... that they're at a different stratum of society, Catalina,... and they don't marry poor people like us." "They're going to laugh at me." "His parents are right." "I'm a nobody." "Have you finished yet?" "Well, don't get married!" "Don't get married, and confirm their opinion that we're garbage!" "And then we can't complain about how the nobles treat us." "It's not that easy!" "I know it's not easy, but you've got a chance to demonstrate our worth,..." "Do you know how few get that chance!" "?" "Do you know?" "You haven't a clue, right?" "You haven't a clue,... that if you succeed, it's as if all of us have made it." "That next time I get up at four in the morning, or earlier,..." "I'll know it's worth it... because one of us succeeded..." "But, I don't even know how to use the cutlery!" "Well, I'll teach you." "But come, I know everything about that!" "I spent all my life with the Marquesa." "Get me a place setting and some plates." "Besides, you and I won't see it... but I assure you... that one day there will be a king who marries a commoner." "Let's go, Master... we're not going to find anything here." "I have to find information about my brother,... but we have to know why someone is so adamant that we learn nothing." "I'm not going to argue,... but, if because of seeking your brother,... you'll lose..." "Master, I've been thinking,... that you never even dreamed of giving Alonso a brother?" "I just lost the only thread which led to my brother." "Master, look at this chest!" "I have one just like it." "The Carmelites." "A boy doll?" "There's just a boy puppet." "That's nothing, Sátur." "You're right,... there's nothing." "It'll fit you well,... you won't even look like what you really are." "Thanks very much indeed, Lucrecia... but I can't accept it." "With the parents dead set against you, it's important that you take great care, my dear... all the court will be gathered to get to know you." "Keep it." "Let's go." "Well, I don't like it." "You're more beautiful with your own." "Alonso!" "I'll send a carriage for you." "Be ready at 5 o'clock." "Teacher." "Lucrecia?" "Since I was on my way,..." "I just dropped in to bring you a gown for your sister-in-law, for her presentation." "Thanks, but... you needn't have." "No one is more interested in this wedding going off smoothly than I,... and I'll do whatever is in my power to make it so." "It was a pleasure, as always." "~ Lucrecia..." "~ Gonzalo..." "That's a cat, right?" "I'm going to look, so maybe not..." "What nice behavior from the Marquesa, no?" "Yeah." "I don't know why she's taking such an interest, and that's the truth." "Well, if you don't know..." "Gonzalo,..." "Lucrecia is crazy about you... and always has been." "And you, sometimes --- it's like you never learn anything... or prefer not to find out." "Um." "Well, maybe I can't find out anything, Margarita,... but at least I don't disguise myself as something I'm not... to satisfy those who despise me." "Grandpa, Grandpa!" "No, no, Grandpa!" "The cutlery thing, you've learned it, right?" "Now, the only thing we've left to learn is you know what?" "the bread dish thing,..." "I can never remember if it belongs to your left side or your right side,... but, well, don't worry, you just watch what the one who sits next to you does." "Hey, and one other thing,... about the dancing --- how good are you?" "Catalina, please!" "And I, as they say, was brought up in Seville!" "Dancing is in my blood." "Watch!" "Clap a rhythm for me." "Such art!" "But what's with you?" "Woman, I'm not sure that's a style that would be appreciated at the court... because they dance the minuet... and those sorts of refined dances, when all is said and done." "This is a disaster." "Woman, no, surely what you dance is more difficult!" "Let's see --- forget those hip shakes." "Forget it, they dance as stiff as sticks." "Not even the flamenco... because they drag their feet." "Watch, you'll see." "And backwards." "Very good." "You see?" "Good, and step step step..." "More practice with the broom, and you'll be much looser in the morning." "~ But Catalina, for God's sake!" "~ Well, I've left my son without his dinner." ""I left my son without his dinner"..." "Would you care to dance with me, Miss?" "Why not." "This is neither a dance nor anything else." "This is impossible." "It's not all that hard,... you only have to listen to the music and... let yourself go." "Will you honor me with this dance, Miss?" "~ Excuse me." "~ It's nothing." "Where did you learn to dance like this?" "There's a lot you don't know about me." "If you'll behave tomorrow like you really are... everything will be fine." "Thanks." "~ Doctor!" "~ Hey, Sátur!" "You see, I want to tell you one thing..." "I have a problem with... weakness,... of lethargy." "Hello." "You know, yes, I mean...in the...well, no..." "~ The..." "~ Oh." "Yes, yes." "Is there a solution or not, Doctor?" "Well, I have to see it, Sátur." "Yes, man, yes..." "You have to see it?" "What are you getting at, Doctor?" "Well, absolutely nothing." "But I have to look at it, to see if you've got... to know whether there's an infection, if you're... ~ Inflamed." "~ No, no." "~ What do you mean, "no"?" "~ No." "Come on, come on." "You came for a consultation, and I'll give you a look." "They've killed a peasant." "They say that they're going to make a stand against the authorities... they're already focusing on the town." "Good God, they'll be massacred." "Good, huh, Sátur?" "What have I done, Doctor?" "But, girl,... and you're the Marquesa's hairdresser?" "Lift up that crest, the higher the better --- it seems more fashionable." "Thanks for everything, Catalina." "You deserve this and more." "I snuck a bit of perfume from the Marquesa." "Perfect." "Come, go ahead, apply it to the whole body." "But Catalina!" "This woman has to be stunning today." "And you'll see when the nobles notice her,... they'll fall on their asses." "You'll be that stunning." "Settle down!" "What are you doing?" "Let us pass unless you want us to hurt you." "We can't go on, guys, they're going to eat us alive." "Better to die fighting than of hunger --- step aside!" "But what do you want to fight with, boy?" "!" "With a sad old scythe and a couple of rakes?" "But, for God's sake, look at this man,..., he can't even fight his underpants!" "Come on, go back to your town, or this will be a blood-bath." "Turn back!" "Don't listen to him!" "Friends, where are you going?" "!" "God help you, this will be a massacre!" "It's all my fault." "Gonzalo,... my wedding dress has disappeared." "It's disappeared?" "Well, I left it in the maple chest but it's not there anymore." "Father, we have to leave or we won't get to school." "Alonso,... do you know anything about your aunt's dress?" "Me?" "No, nothing." "Right." "Come on, tell me the truth." "Alonso,... where is that dress?" "I..." "I..." "I've burned it." "What?" "I'm sorry, aunt,... it's that I don't want you to go." "Why don't you marry Dad?" "Your father will love your mother forever." "But my mother's not here, and you are..." "Your mother is always here, always." "Do you love my Dad?" "Excuse me,.." "Master,..." "I'm sorry, aunt." "Sátur, what's going on?" "What's happening is that..." "I've messed everything up." "I've messed everything up, but badly, badly, Master." "There's going to be blood here." "I'm not about to waste any more time." "If you stand down now, no one will be harmed... not your mothers, not your wives, not your children." "Don't go." "We have to fight for our rights." "What are you waiting for?" "You don't love your women?" "Now push off, my patience has limits!" "Don't listen to him!" "In the end, you can't say you weren't given a chance." "Stamp them out." "We can't let them get away with it!" "Justice to the people!" "Of course, timely as always!" "Fire!" "When'll she get here?" "I'm so eager to see her!" "More beautiful than all the rest here." "I assure you." "And of what family is your betrothed?" "Of the best." "But what's happened?" "Pride of ancestry." "But have you seen that clothing?" "I wish to present my future wife:..." "Margarita." "I knew I didn't make a mistake with you." "Don't budge from here --- I have to discuss certain matters with the commissioner." "I won't be long." "Why are you here?" "They're going to kill me." "Why?" "What have you done?" "That hardly matters." "Why do you say that?" "Irene!" "Didn't I tell you not wander around?" "Let's go." "Margarita was beautiful." "Daughter, that's our charm, us, the beauties, no matter how humble dress we wear..." "And the people?" "What's all that uproar?" "Cipri!" "What's up?" "They're going to draw and quarter a peasant." "May God protect us, sir!" "Vengeance!" "My nephew!" "What?" "Cipri, it's my nephew!" "Great that the masked man saved the boy!" "Bah!" "The commissioner will waste that peasant as soon as he spots him." "I guess." "The Red Eagle won't always be on the spot to save him." "Relax." "Father..." "What?" "Who do you think the Red Eagle is?" "A good man." "No, Dad, you're a good man." "The Red Eagle is a brave man." "And you?" "Are you brave?" "Yes, yes!" "Let's go, Red Eagle!" "Go to sleep." "Gonzalo..." "I want to thank you." "Without your support, I wouldn't have been able to face up to these nobles." "I have to talk with Sátur." "Yeah?" "Pardon my boldness, but..." "I wanted to ask a favor." "Come on in." "You mentioned a favor?" "The pardon of a man." "This peasant who was on the point of being executed this evening." "This is so important for you?" "So much so that you escape from the Marquesa'a palace... and show up at my room?" "That's good." "Thank you, commissioner,..." "I knew that you were a good man." "Fine, let's get you back to the Marquesa, she'll be waiting for you." "Baby, baby, you've got the boy doll!" "Look here!" "Tell me who's the most beautiful baby in the whole town." "Are you hungry?" "Never mind." "Here. here." "Why do you have a baby?" "Huh?" "What baby?" "That baby you're trying to hide, Sátur." "No, easy, calm down." "He's scared of you, Master." "Well, you know, when I grabbed him from the orphanage I kept him,... stuck like a goose that no one can free up." "Calm down, calm down." "I fell pity for him, and... can we keep him, Master?" "We don't want the kid to suffer like I did." "Calm down, calm down." "My sons,... if you're ever in danger, look for the medallion under the Finger of God." "Laura." "That's my mother." "Sátur, this message was written by my mother." "Look for the medallion." "The medallion..." "Master, with you no one ever gets bored." "Seek out the medallion,... look under God's Finger." "What could that mean?" "This is the engagement ring my father gave my mother,... now it's yours." "Now you only have to set the wedding date." "Sátur!" "What was my mother meaning to say with this letter?" "Again?" "Each time we search for something, there emerges something else we must find first." "I think my dad is the Red Eagle." "Mine, maybe he's his squire." "~ No, I don't think so." "~ No, me neither." "How old are you?" "18." "A perfect age to take care of my gardens, you will start tomorrow." "What a rock!" "Juan has given it to me, for the engagement." "I know who you are, Eagle!" "Ten-year-olds don't know how to keep secrets... sooner or later they'll tell someone,... and that could cost him his life." "They've kidnapped Margarita!" "All this mess is your own fault!" "I won't stop until I find her." "At last!"