El Cid

Charge, charge.

Iron in front of you.

Are you okay, kid?

Yes, yes.

That's enough for today. Let's go.

Give me a moment, Master Orotz.

Of course, kid. Good practice.

Thank you.

Prophet of doom.

I need to know whose blood this is.

A stiletto doesn't cut, it stabs. And leaves a very particular wound.

Like that of an arrow?

No, son.

When you pull an arrow out, the wings of the tip rip the skin.

This leaves a very clean wound.

Come, help me.

No. No, no, sir.

Don't worry. You'll live.

Uncover the wound.

Look at it.

Find someone with that wound.

The reward is 50 days' wages.

Spread the word.

Why?

Why are you looking for him?

What has he done?

You have yet to earn the right to ask.

Find him.

Rodrigo... Whoever betrayed us can inform on us. And then...

If he had talked to the king, they would have cut off our heads by now, sir.

What I don't understand is why he hasn't done it yet.

Neither do I.

Carry away my bad luck, swift swallow,

like you carried away Our Lord's crown of thorns.

Water cleans, but does not cure.

My name is Abu Bakr, young Christian.

Peace be with you. How long have you had that wound?

What do you want?

To help you. It's getting infected.

Your blood is carrying the poison to the rest of your body.

I'm curing it with salt.

We need to cut open the wound and let the bile flow.

I am not going to let a stranger cut me open.

What purpose does that tool serve?

Many things.

But mainly for reading the stars.

Talking to birds is stranger, don't you think?

-How long have you done it? -I don't talk to birds.

I don't know.

Since forever.

Something tells me we'll see each other soon...

boy of the birds.

Damn it...

Ruy.

Grandfather.

What do you want?

What are you doing?

You're in mortal danger.

The whole city is seeking someone with a stiletto wound.

-How long have you known? -I saw the blood. Anyone could have.

I wouldn't have it if you hadn't tried to kill the king.

Meddling bastard. Why did you save him?

Because I'm not a traitor.

I'm loyal to León.

And I to the king.

I'm sending you to Vivar. You'll be safe there.

Safe from whom?

Who's behind all this?

Grandfather, who wants to kill me?

The less you know, the better. You'll leave tomorrow.

Not with the king in danger.

Damn it, Ruy. I'm trying to save you.

And I you. I won't talk to the king,

because if I talk to him, he'll condemn you to death.

I'll find the conspirator.

And I'll unmask him.

If it's the last thing I do.

Justice has been done.

Next case. Martín, coin filer. A witness has...

Your Majesty.

There's an infidel claiming to be ambassador of Al-Muqtadir of Zaragoza.

-What does he want? -I don't know.

His name's Abu Bakr.

He's the emir's physician.

What happened?

Don't receive him.

He must. Al-Muqtadir pays considerable tributes to León.

Your Royal Highness.

My Lord, the Aragonese troops are attacking the north of the emirate.

That can't be. Two weeks ago, King Ramiro of Aragon was here visiting.

With all due respect,

two weeks ago his troops crossed our borders and began their pillaging.

Why you...

His Royal Highness, Al-Muqtadir,

requests that Your Majesty come to his assistance

in accordance with your mutual pact.

But...

My Lord, Your Highness surely isn't considering coming to the rescue

of an infidel, against a Christian king.

Your sage advice is always welcome, Count.

I must think the matter through.

You'll have my decision in a day.

For now, he is our guest.

See to it he has all he wants.

As you wish.

That damned Ramiro.

No sooner does he arrive in Zaragoza than he attacks my vassals.

Your brother's provoking you.

I know. And the count, what do you think of him?

That he was being insolent.

Who is he to give you orders?

No. No.

It was calculated.

I have to go to Zaragoza.

If not, he will appear to be in charge of León. Dog.

That's what he wants.

-But why would the count... -I'm not sure.

But he's plotting something.

So, why don't you detain him?

First I want to know who his accomplices are.

Do you suspect anyone?

I do.

I suspect everyone.

It must be hard living under the same roof as your brother's murderer.

Bermudo died in battle.

As you wish.

Soon he will be avenged.

Remember my conditions.

Don't touch a hair on my husband's head.

Of course, my lady.

We must rise up when the king isn't here.

When he leaves for Zaragoza, it will be time.

I'm not certain he's going to go. He's having doubts.

Count, my husband is smarter than you think. Never underestimate him.

What are you insinuating, Your Majesty?

You were right.

The king suspects you're plotting something.

We mustn't meet like this again. We will be found out.

That's why the king must leave León urgently.

You have to convince him. For his own good.

One more thing, my lady.

I would like to ask Your Majesty a favor.

Something that would give me great pleasure.

Where have you been?

Why? Are you feeling lonely?

They're paying 50 days' wages to find

a stiletto wound in León.

-Really? -Yes.

Orduño told us.

Who's paying?

If we find out who it is, who do we tell to get paid?

Tilting exercises today, slackers.

Get your lances and saddle up your horses before noon.

Damn it.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your wound.

Although 50 days' wages are a lot of wages.

Why haven't you informed on me?

Could your excellency read the stars and find out who is looking for me?

If only it worked that way.

For the pain.

Pour a few drops on the wound.

But be careful, it's very strong.

If you smell it or mix it with water, it will put you to sleep.

Thank you.

You are too hot-headed, Álvar.

-Thank you, My Lord. -Ruy.

What an honor.

The man from Vivar has deigned to grace us with his presence.

Under the arm, like we practiced. Orduño.

Sir.

Sir, I must ask you a favor.

I want your consent to send Ruy to Vivar.

Why?

Why let a promising young man languish as a border guard?

My daughter... His mother can't take care of him.

Lisardo. May I, master?

My Lord.

Don't hold the lance forward for the whole charge.

It will shake despite your arm strength, like Álvar thinks. Álvar.

You have to hold the lance up.

And only lower it at the last moment.

Yes? Yes or no?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Orduño, let's see if you're as brave with the dummy.

It doesn't matter how you hit the dummy. It'll go one way or the other.

This is so you lose the fear of getting hit.

Good, Orduño, good.

Ruy.

Don't go full-speed until the end.

Velocity is only important at the moment of impact.

-Good, well done, Ruy. -Way to go.

To Vivar, never.

I'm not giving up my best squire.

How did you do it?

You're something else, Ruy.

You were just lucky.

Orduño's right.

From the ground everything can be seen more clearly.

Look, you don't belong to this court.