The Crusades

My son.

Have they killed my son?

My husband is a slave.

God, have mercy.

Our Father,

who art in Heaven...

Thirty-five, thirty-five.

But it's not enough.

Look at this gold

Christian hair.

Thirty-six.

Thirty-six.

Give us this day

our daily bread...

and forgive us

our trespasses...

Here. For your 36.

...as we forgive

those who...

Of all the Christian

captives...

not one so tall and slender.

Thirty-seven and no more.

Thirty-seven? Sold.

And may Allah give you joy.

His mercy is everlasting.

Come on, you!

No. No!

Of all the captives,

this is the fairest!

The cross! The cross!

Let me kiss the cross!

That one is fair.

Your cry shall be heard

through all the worid.

Now, how much

will you bid...

for this daughter

of a Christian prince?

Forty dinars.

Forty dinars, you say?

Forty.

Not enough.

Who will bid more

for the Christian captive?

Forty-five.

Forty-five.

Forty-five.

Forty-eight. Fifty.

Behold the Sultan,

Saladin the Conqueror.

Saladin!

Make way for Saladin!

Hail to Saladin,

servant of the Prophet!

Make way for Saladin,

Sultan of Egypt!

Make way for Saladin!

Make way for Saladin!

Stay, infidel!

Hearken to me, unbeliever,

foe of Christ.

Strike him down!

Let him speak.

You rule here in Jerusalem.

You have conquered.

The Holy Land is yours.

But never

will you conquer this!

Strike him down!

Woe to the unbeliever.

I go to all the kings

in Christendom.

A mighty host

shall arise and arm!

Who sets foot in Asia

with a sword...

shall not return.

The swords of the Prophet

will conquer.

Go, Hermit.

Carry your thunder

across the sea.

Tell your Christian kings

what you have seen.

Your women sold as slaves...

your knights trampled

under our horses...

your gospels

cast into the flames...

the power of your cross

broken forever!

Stop, blasphemer.

I go. But I will come again.

And with me shall come

the great Crusade.

The armies of Christ

shall arise and redeem

his tomb.

The cries of these Christian

women sold into slavery

shall be answered.

The host of our Lord

shall fall upon Islam...

like a mighty wave of the sea.

Woe to you, unbeliever.

I go to preach

the great Crusade.

And so I have come

to summon you, Philip,

Lord King of France...

to war for your faith...

to lead the multitudes

on Crusade...

to free the city

that was hallowed

by the footsteps of our Lord.

Your answer, Philip,

Lord King of France?

I will go.

So be it.

Until now, you have fought

for the man who is Philip.

For France.

But now,

your sword, your life...

I give to God...

that the gates of Jerusalem

may be opened...

and the tomb of our Lord

set free by this Crusade.

Crusade. Amen.

So be it.

Philip, Lord King of France.

Amen.

Sire...

if you go, what of Richard?

Richard of England?

Richard

the Lion-Heart of England.

With you away...

Will take France.

Is that what you try to say,

Conrad of Montferrat?

Quite.

Richard is betrothed

to my sister, Alice.

And with Alice

Queen of England...

The English Lion

will be caged.

You're a wise

and clever king.

I do my duty

and safeguard France.

Richard would not dare break

this pledge of marriage.

Alice and I leave at once

for England.

I will accompany you.

I desire to see

this English king.

# Oh, Richard ruled in England

The Devil reigned in hell #

# And both

were mighty monarchs

Who governed passing well #

Both at the same time.

Watch out.

He's aiming for the mark.

# Till Richard went to Hades

The Devil a visit to pay #

# And with his fire

and brimstone

Poor Satan ran away #

# And broke

his pitchfork, too ##

Guard yourself, Blondel.

I'll try a singing target.

Here he comes.

Look out, Blondel.

Blondel, come out

and fight like a man.

I can't fight you with this!

Smithy, how goes my sword?

Hair of the devil,

it's not done!

Here, sire.

A fair, sweet blade!

Well, it should be.

You take long enough,

old Hercules.

No one can hurry fire

or steel.

Well, you can't shape steel

with words. Here.

But, sire...

Every lick

that goes into this now...

will come out in a fight!

Nay, sire,

you can't shape steel

with love taps!

Give it to me.

Love taps?

Aye, lad... Sire.

It wants my arm

to strike it right.

Your arm? Well,

who do you think strikes

the harder blow?

A king or a smith?

Why, a smith, of course.

All right.

We'll find out!

How?

You can have the first blow,

and no love taps, remember.

Strike my king?

Lord bless me, no.

That'd be treason.

I command you to strike,

and strike hard.

Mercy on my soul.

# The smith dislikes

to strike his king #

# Yet washes for the blow #

Well, what holds you,

man? Strike.

# Now will the birds

begin to sing ##

Oh, my...

A love tap, my dear fellow,

nothing but a love tap.

Now then, you keep your...

Nay, sire. Wrong man.

# The King prepares

to smite the Smith #

# Oh, let the welkin ring #

# The stars he'll see

are not a myth #

Now, you keep your feet.

# Here comes

the royal swing ##

Me lute!

Devil take you, Richard,

you've done for him!

What?

Oh, no.

He's got to finish my sword.

Get up, Hercules.

Come on, get up.

You better finish my sword.

Come on, man. Get up.

The sword, man. The sword.

The sword.

Something hit me.

Something hit him.

Aye, something hit you.

It was the King.

The King.

Aye! The King.

Laid his fist to me jaw,

he did. A fair, sweet lad.

The Earl of Leicester comes.

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