The Spanish Princess

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Princess of Wales.

Does it scare you?

I asked my mother once why I was not afraid of my destiny.

She said I may as well be fearful of my own reflection.

There is no fear.

Our marriage has brought peace.

In the south, yes, but Scotland...

They raid across the borders.

They kill and rob your people, rich and poor alike.

Butcher them.

Heh. My father has a worse punishment in store.

He'll probably send my brother Harry to them,

hitch him up to some Morag or Mordina.

Ow!

I-I'm sorry.

Did I hurt you?

Uh, c-calm. Calm, Arthur.

I am calm.

I may touch you?

Do I not please?

I cannot be rushed, like some horse to stud.

We should sleep.

As you wish, my lord.

I'm glad you wanted to kiss my neck.

You talk in your sleep, in Spanish.

That's a pity.

I wish to dream in English.

You should have woken me.

The banquet today

is for the toast of Gaunt.

My father's idea, celebrate our bloodline.

I warn you...

we'll be required to dance.

I could teach you the pavane.

Must be English.

Some person from their consulate...

Ah.

he came and told me

I should meet a Duke of "Rot-es-char."

Rotes...

"Rot-es-char."

...char.

Ah. He has lands.

They all have lands.

"I have some countryside here

and some countryside over there."

Ah, but they do not all have wives.

Uh, good morning, brother.

Sunt tibi bene,

uh, as the old Benedictines say?

Well, but can you have a good night

if you're a celibate monk?

On your way, little brother.

I'm just concerned that she was too much for you.

What did Socrates say?

When... When men who are fond of spirited horses master those beasts,

they find the rest of life easy to cope with.

And did you master your Iberian thoroughbred?

Gentlemen, last night,

I was in Spain.

Yes. Yeah.

Rosa.

I will need a fresh fire in this room.

Last night's burned so fiercely.

There was much to burn.

Fetch me more oil of rosemary.

Yes, highness.

Good day again, exotic maid.

I am on business for the Infanta.

Our lady, the king's mother,

has issued a decree that eligible noblemen, such as myself,

should be introduced to the Infanta's ladies.

Uh, Her Highness chooses me my husband.

No. Your matchmaker is Lady Margaret, the king's mother.

No one marries in this court without her sanction.

The Infanta's ladies will be married to high-ranking Tudor men

so she's certain of your loyalty,

or else you will be tossed out from court.

I will choose my husband, alas, my lord,

from men, not boys.

Uh...

Be sure Arthur manages the tenant lands.

Ludlow Castle is his formal seat now,

and its estates are the responsibility of the Prince of Wales.

Of course. We leave tomorrow.

I notice you avoid the princess Catherine.

Why is that?

I-I do not, my lady.

I expect you or Sir Richard at court regularly

to report back on the prince and princess

and how they fare in Ludlow.

I imagine, my lady,

the king's mother has her own methods of observing them.

The girl has a simple job to do... conceive.

See to it that all elements of the house are conducive to it,

and waste no time in sending news when she does.

We can shame the Spanish into sending

the rest of the dowry once the prince...

Once the child is with child.

Oh, and I do observe, Lady Pole...

comings and goings, whispers in corridors.

Do you whisper in corridors?

What would I possibly have to whisper about?

Our newlyweds look refreshed,

don't you think?

Well, reasonably.

They are working hard for England.

We are gathered here today to celebrate

the first day of the union

between the crown of England and the kingdom of Spain.

When we look upon these two young people,

we look upon the future of the throne

and to their heirs.

Arthur, Catherine...

you are both descendants

of the first Duke of Lancaster, John of Gaunt.

England and Spain united in you.

The Scots are almost here, Your Grace.

If the wind changes and you're still staring,

you'll be stuck like that forever.

Poor thing, climbing under the sheets

with my cadaverous brother.

What do you say, Chaplain Woolsey?

Oh, Harry, you've changed little since your school days.

Is it this light, or does she look especially ordinary today?

I don't know this.

It's a galliard.

A long, long road to this day,

but it is here, by God's will.

And by the king's will, Your Grace, and by yours.

Is every word you say a rebuke to me, Maggie?

Is every word you say to me a threat?

I know nothing about these plots against England you imagine.

I don't know it.

Your Grace.

It's like a pavane,

same path, same pas ensemble.

Lady Pole.

Lady Pole.

I beg forgiveness for what was done in my name.

I throw myself upon your mercy.

I did not know.

I-I cannot speak of it.

Get up.

I am here, only because

an innocent life was taken, your brother.

Edward was innocent.

I was a child, too, when it happened.

I am so sorry, so sorry.

- Hey, hey. - Oh!

Ah! Hey, hey!

Leave her alone, brother. You're drunk.

- It's the Scots! - Aye.

You disgusting heathens.

You dare to foul this day?

Your Highness, these men are guests.

Welcome, gentlemen. Welcome.

Now, as you recall from...

It's... Come on.

Why are they looking at me?

Where did you learn the vihuela?

Many people taught me...

many things.

Mi príncipe. Mi príncipe.

Do you love me?

I love you.

I love you.

Have courage, child.

...and I can assure you that she is.

Aye. Then it's agreed, Your Grace.

I'll dispatch a message to Edinburgh.

To let the king know we have a treaty.

Then she'll suit him?

She's young.

That suits him well.

Meg, you know these... gentlemen.

They've ridden from King James.

Scottish thugs, Father,

men who raid our land and kill our people.

William Dunbar is the most celebrated poet in Scotland.

And an eloquent ambassador.

King James and I have brokered peace

between our two countries

that will put an end to our grievances,

a peace that will be sealed with your marriage.

Just like that?

Like that.

Our countries have been at war

for two centuries, girl.

You knew that one day

a husband would be chosen for you.

A gift of goodwill.

Uh...

Wait!

A wild girl for a wild country.

Meg, this treaty with Scotland

turns the sword into a wedding band.

You throw my body to them

for their old king to pounce on.