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Spain is the most powerful country

in the world.

Devout Catholic King Philip ll

plunges Europe into a holy war.

Governor Alva sends his son

Don Fadrique de Toledo to lead an army.

He advances from the south

and takes city after city.

Prince William of Orange leads a revolt.

Zutphen goes up in ames.

Utrecht and Amsterdam remain catholic

and bow to the Spanish will.

Haarlem faces a difficult decision.

Wait! It doesn't have a ag!

Stop! Pull!

Haul her up!

For good luck.

Well, Mrs Simons Hasselaer,

I see my mast is up.

Can I finally set sail?

You'll need more than an erect mast

to take her out to sea, Mr Duyff.

I asked for those letters in gold.

And the deck made of teak,

the fittings of silver...

and the sails of silk!

How could I forget?

Aren't you living beyond your means?

- None of your business.

Not another nail is going into that ship

until Mr Duyff has paid.

Stop, stop!

Mother!

Go on.

October 1572.

Gentlemen, all hope is not lost.

The city is in a strategic location.

- Unthinkable!

It is certainly not unthinkable.

We could resist an enemy attack.

Mr Mayor, we only have a couple of

thousand able-bodied men.

A couple of thousand!

- Against the Spanish? Hopeless.

The Prince of Orange offers assistance.

- Really? What kind of assistance?

The Prince can send troops.

Our task is to mobilise the city.

He strongly urges you to revolt.

Your Prince does not need to urge us,

Mr Van Sint-Aldegonde.

We will negotiate.

The city of Zutphen...

also thought it could negotiate.

Lord, we thank you for food and drink

and for everything you give us.

In the name of the mother,

her daughters...

...and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Look, if you use beetroot juice

the cloth turns a deeper red.

And when I add some alum

the colour stays beautiful.

Tomorrow I'll dye an entire sheet

and make it into a new dress.

Are you coming?

Are you okay?

Good.

I need your help.

Have I got the workload right?

Ma...

Thank you.

You would have done the same.

If you could swim.

Where is your sister?

- She isn't coming.

Mrs Simons Hasselaer?

Wigbolt Ripperda, envoy to the Prince.

You must be Gertruide.

No, I'm Kathelijne.

- What do you want?

They tell me you have a lot of wood.

We need it to fortify the city gates.

My wood is for sale.

The Prince has invested all he has.

- I run a business, not a charity.

If Haarlem does not revolt

you won't have a business at all.

The revolt is a foolish idea.

Our city walls and gates are crumbling.

We want to negotiate and keep working.

Ma'am, negotiation is futile.

-My foreman will take your order. Jacob!

They say the Spanish could be

at the gates in a few weeks.

I would hate for there to be a revolt.

- There won't be.

Well, the Prince's envoy says...

- He needs to mind his own business.

Sure, keep stuffing your belly.

There should be something else in there.

Delicious!

...a new St Peter, up to the heavens,

while the powerful bathe in wealth.

This must end!

We have to resist Popish

decadence and corruption.

And no more praying to saints!

A true Christian knows

he is a saint himself!

And we, the ordinary people, must reclaim

our faith. Down with the Catholics!

His Word is in the Bible.

This is the only truth.

And the Bible belongs lb all believers,

not in Latin, but in our own tongue...

...in Dutch. Compassion, love, purity...

Mother.

Ma'am, if we all stand together...

Do what you want,

but keep my daughter out of it.

Gertruide is old enough to decide...

-it seems she's just as foolish as you.

Stay away from her.

You are not to see that heretic again.

It's Pieter Ripperda, and I love him.

-You don't know what you are talking about.

I want to convert to the new faith,

like Pieter.

You're a Catholic and you'll stay one

until the Spanish are gone.

After that you can do as you please.

- Pieter's father says we can beat them.

Haarlem can't beat anyone.

The Spanish are going to be in charge.

I think Gertruide...

- Stay out of this.

The Prince of Orange...

Leave that German out of it.

He has been blinded by naive ideals.

All your ideals are gone,

the only thing you believe in is money.

If Papa were still alive...

Then what?

He'd have supported the revolt

and paid with his life if he had to.

Papa would have...

- He wasn't even your father.

Papa would turn in his grave if he...

You're all dressed.

I'm sorry for what I said about Papa.

Can you remember your real father?

No.

I can't remember Ysbrand either.

When hems still alive,

mama smiled a lot more.

He really was her hero.

She'd do anything for him.

Where are you going?

- You have to promise not to tell Mama.

Swear you won't.

Swear, or I won't tell.

I'm going to Pieter.

New?

I want to be his wife and

be with him forever.

But you don't have to do that now.

Yes I do. I need to show Mama

that I can make my own decisions.

You should do the same.

I love him.

I want to wake up in his arms.

It's me.

Do you know what I want?

You.

There's a group of us going to

St Bavo church tonight.

Teach the Catholics a lesson.

Want to come?

Yes.

Is my son here?

I have forbidden my daughter

to spend time with your son.

Last night the Bavo church was vandalised.

Some people were arrested

and taken to the bishop in Utrecht.

So?

Perhaps it's a false alarm,

but I thought...

You thought what?

I'm afraid my son might have been

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