Judgement of God (Le Jugement de Dieu)

Based on a 15th-century German chronicle.

- Ready? - At your service, count.

Attention!

Good.

No, it's too tight!

Show the right foot. Hurry!

Fine.

You will wait for us with the escort in the courtyard, in front of the main staircase.

Yes, Count.

Oh! What a sight...

Count, it's all Bertha's fault... She's in heat.

- Bertha? - Yes, the mare.

We'll have to give her another name.

Bertha!

Bertha!

Monsignor, if you would hurry a bit... - Take it.

You will understand yet, little one.

They will not marry you,

if at the decisive moment you do not move.

You'll see.

Yes?

- Good night, prince? - Oh, no!

- Töring... - Yes?

- Were you there in winter? - Yes.

- Do you know her? - Yes.

Have you seen her? - Yes. - Is she really like that?

The portrait seems fairly accurate to me.

A little... perhaps a little flattering.

Princess Bertha is a little past the age of grace.

Physically a bit thin. Red hands.

Pimples. No no, very small!

But in time they will bloom.

However, physique is not everything.

The princess also possesses strong moral virtues.

She is skilled at embroidery, takes care of the kitchen.

She is especially good at pumpernickel and beer soup.

She also sings lovely Tyrolean songs.

And she is crazy about you. - How lucky I am!

You will meet her... - I will send her a message.

But what to say to her... in private?

Something very important. I don't know...

"I adore you!" - That's not for me. - You don't learn that quickly.

Well, on the road! Otherwise we won't make the march before night.

The weather is favorable to you, Monsignor. - Let's go!

And the portrait? You are not taking the portrait, Monsignor?

No, hide it.

You haven't forgotten the weapons, have you? - No, we haven't. Neither helmets nor plumes.

Even if tomorrow they won't be needed. - Oh, it's only minor inconveniences!

- Father! - Monsignor...

Come, I embrace you. Good morning, Töring.

I can't wait for you both to return.

The three of you - with your bride.

It's done. Yesterday I received the certificates from the court physicians.

Princess Bertha has been declared a virgin, healthy in body and capable of childbearing.

Moreover, she is an attractive person. Did Töring tell you?

She is an only child, you are an only child.

This marriage will unite the destinies of Bavaria and Württemberg.

Go! May my hope accompany you.

And my old heart envies you. Hurry, my little one!

Colonel! Colonel!

You are ill! You will catch a cold!

I will complain to your uncle, and he will scold you, Colonel!

Safe journey! Safe journey!

The future is ours, Preising! The stars are favorable to me.

Jupiter and Venus, once in the night of evil surrounding Saturn,

nullified his efforts.

I want to conclude the marriage before bad omens gather over my head.

Yes, you do not believe in the influence of the stars.

I cannot advise you, Monsignor, but I fear it will turn out differently...

- favorably. - Bravo, boy.

Now, tell me your thoughts, especially the secret ones.

Despite all omens, I would not let the prince travel alone.

Alone? Töring accompanies him.

Töring... Töring is not much of a support.

What are you afraid of? Speak!

The prince loves travel, reading, and music too much.

In his tastes there is that lightness he inherited from his late mother,

born in Burgundy - a land where wine is loved.

But he is also my son, Preising. He likes beer.

That is a taste of the lips. But I have heard words of his that worry me.

The prince is open to new ideas.

He will be favorably disposed toward the demands of the guilds.

He would even grant them freedoms, and that would mean the end of everything.

Yes, a young man who has not been a revolutionary at 20 is a failure.

But if he remains one at 40, he is a fool.

He will come to his senses. And my policy will benefit from it...

the marriage with a girl from Württemberg.

If I did not fear to anger you, Monsignor, I would have purposely sent...

after these young men a trusted man who would give me...

a report on their actions and behavior.

Where do you find a trusted man nowadays?

- Name him. - I have him at hand.

Speak! - A monk, commissioner of the Inquisition.

Why is he here?

To uncover and, if necessary, fight the devil's schemes.

Well, that is too much...

See how the revolt against the enemy is maturing.

Despite evil, the Council of Basel assembles.

Everywhere heresies swarm.

Abroad, a 19-year-old witch, this Joan of Arc, leads...

a victorious war against the king of France and England.

Be on your guard, monsignor.

Where is your man?

Father Enrique, from the monastery of Toledo.

Has already achieved excellent results in Spain and Flanders.

Beautiful girls. Shall we take a break?

We want to arrive before it gets dark.

Well, I don’t have a fiancée.

Undoubtedly, failure awaits you. - It would be the first.

Really? Can one learn the method?

There are two ways to seduce a woman. By the waist - or by feelings.

I prefer to embrace by the waist. - And no one resists?

Oh, very rarely! In that case - a few words, always the same ones.

And for the most stubborn - a four-coin ring.

I always keep a supply with me.

"For a lifetime"? - No, for the whole night.

I promise to marry them.

One must see how they justify themselves with this pretext.

You despise women too much, Töring. And how do you get out of it?

Look, there’s smoke over there!

- Hey, boy, what’s burning there? - A witch!

They’ve caught the witch! The witch with claws!

When I become master, I’ll put an end to these filthy superstitions.

Do you think that will help? People always need entertainment.

Welcome, crown prince!

Yes, but I would prefer...

The city of Augsburg greets Crown Prince Albert.

- Yes, that would be more polite. - Too long.

And too familiar, Mr. Mayor.

Would you like to take a look at the tournament stands? - Yes.

Oh! - Your gout? - Yes. As always, with the change of the moon.

It will have to be cut.

By Christmas? - Of course, of course. If I get around to it...

Everywhere our prince finds examples of prosperity. - Yes...

The city has become cozy. There are no more freaks or cripples.

- Where are they? - In prison.

Mr. Mayor, what time does our prince arrive?

Well, you still have time, still have time...

And will we be treated to drinks like in honor of the emperor?

Yes, drinks, tournament and ball!

The ball... People like us certainly won’t be let in.

You will be let in. The prince wants equality for all.

Then everyone will have to stand in line!

What did you say? - I said everyone must stand in line.

Bend down a little.

No, not the hammer! Not the hammer! Better the pliers. The pliers...

Really? Open your mouth wider.

Theobald, where is your master? - He... he’s nearby...

This way, Mr. Mayor.

Oh... oh... I hope I don’t become a martyr...

Save me quickly, Bernauer... save me quickly...

I’ll take care of it at once, Mr. Mayor.

Now, now it will get better...

Tell your wife to make you a poultice of cow...

dung, fresh and warm.

Hey, Agnes!

More beautiful every day.

Do you feel well, Mr. Mayor?

Since I saw you, the pain is gone. A true miracle!

So, when is the wedding?

What? You’re still here?

- No no no! - March to the shop!

Rascal! I don’t like him very much.

But I only take him when I need to cut quickly and a lot.

And he takes advantage of that and flirts with my daughter.

Him? He is engaged to Maria.

Leave me alone!

- I beg you... - Ah, my poor Bernauer...

I am a martyr. A true sufferer.

Oh no! Stop! Please stop!

Stop it!

If you want to protect him, make him shut up.

Cutting hair is not his profession. - I’ll show you!

And you leave me alone!

You see? He’s always hanging around here for Agnes!

- She is the one luring him. - Maria!

Do you find it funny when I’m jealous? When I’m in pain?

Antoine isn’t the only one. You turn all the boys’ heads!

Me? - Yes! - Liar!

- Apologize to her. - Never!

Then it’s over between us.

Antoine! Antoine, listen...

Antoine!

Good riddance.

I’m always blamed... But am I guilty?

- Do I encourage them? - Be patient.

One day I will have the right to defend you...

I do harm without meaning to.

Listen, Agnes... When are we getting married?

- Your father agrees. - Yes, of course.

- So... when? - Don’t rush me like that.

I won’t stay a barber.

I’m not one of those who shave all their life.

I’ll open a shop. Become a surgeon too.

- Well! - I’ve already amputated legs. Alone.

- Only... - What?

The sound of the saw. - The sound of the saw?

Yes. It makes my teeth grind. And it gives me chills.

So when are we getting married, huh?

Prince!