El Cid

May God watch over you, my son.

My son. Take care of yourself.

Go ahead. I'll catch up with you.

I just wanted…

to return this to you.

You had us worried. But you're here.

I wanted to tell you...

I'm sorry, they're waiting for me.

My lord.

With your permission...

-Speak. -Your life is in danger.

They tried to kill you during the joust.

-How do you know that? -Because I killed the assassin.

Count Flaín is behind it, but I don't have any proof.

You did well to tell me.

Now go with Sancho and act as if nothing happened.

Ruy.

Stay safe.

Raise the gate!

Sancha!

Sancha!

You send a prince to a king's job!

The only vassal I trust.

With that army? It'll be his death.

You speak as a mother, but I have to think like a king.

And that army sends a message.

It will force the Moors to risk their troops to defend Zaragoza.

And my enemies

will know that I have most of my army here in León.

Your Highness. We have a problem.

Make sure he never returns.

It will look like revenge for Atapuerca.

Yes, sir.

Cudillero was crushed, and then Pravia.

We resisted in Oviedo, but had many casualties.

Those Vikings are animals.

Count of Oviedo, I congratulate you on the defense of--

The danger is not gone, My Lord!

The Vikings are still on the coast, razing the villages.

We need troops to finish them off.

I understand.

My Lord...

allow me to take my men to Asturias.

Count Flaín.

Celso Fernández is your vassal, correct?

-He is. -Then the task falls to you.

Wipe them out in the name of your king.

-Father, I-- -Didn't you hear?

It will be an honor to serve León.

Rodrigo, you will lead the bulk of my army.

Go and destroy those heretics.

Very clever, brother.

They'll talk of your bravery and you won't see one pagan face.

I wanted to fight.

-Mother! -My daughter!

My daughter.

How are you?

Very good. And you, my girl?

Sádaba.

His birth was providential.

I have never seen an astral chart like his.

Young Ruy has much baraka.

You have sent a meager army to defend my land.

-The Vikings are not the problem. -Oh, really?

Then explain to me how we're going to fill the coffers.

León won't be able to collect our gold.

Celso, can I count on your loyalty?

Do you doubt it?

Our children are going to be married.

The lion has awoken.

Speak plainly, I'm not used to poetics.

My good Celso...

A revolt against the usurper is being prepared.

-And the queen? -She's with us.

That's why I need to know if I can count on you and your men.

I'll be ready. At your command.

Fernando's fall

will allow us to march on the fertile lands of the infidels.

This is so you don't forget your homeland.

I could never forget our homeland, Mother.

Jimena...

Mother,

you remembered.

How could I forget, my dear?

You used to spend hours looking for shells.

Are you in pain, Mother?

No, no. It's nothing, dear.

I fell down the stairs. My eyesight is getting worse every day.

Are these marks from the stairs, too?

I have to get back to your father.

Mother, tell me the truth.

Did Father do this?

Jimena!

Jimena!

The king...

that dog should have died in the last joust.

So what happened?

A squire prevented it. He killed our man.

A squire?

Yes, a ruffian in Sancho's service named Ruy.

Rodrigo's grandson.

I know he didn't talk to the king.

He wouldn't betray his grandfather.

Do you trust Rodrigo?

He's loyal to León.

But I also know now that he's protecting his grandson.

I will deal with Rodrigo once Ruy has been killed.

And now if you'll excuse me...

I can't wait to beat the hell out of the Aragonese.

Well, God knows I'm looking forward to being back in León.

Don't worry, Lisardo. We'll have each other's backs in the battle.

I know. Just in case, I'm going to stay close to Ruy.

You're better off staying close to the ballista.

Have you noticed the weapons the consul has?

He's not a consul. He's a warrior.

That's a fearsome sword.

Not to mention the curved dagger.

And that short spear? How does he use it?

If I have to fight him to find out, I'd rather not know.

Damn, it's cold in Burgos.

You have no idea, my lord.

Damned Álvar! He snores like a pig.

I don't want you to hurt my mother again.

What are you talking about?

If you do, the king will know

that my lord father is involved in a plot to kill him.

You can smell the stink of the frogs a mile off.

I don't like this at all.

The rest of the troops?

What your eyes see, great one,

is all there is.

Damn.

Go to Zaragoza and tell the Great One that they haven't brought enough troops.

My dear brother, jewel of glory and honor. At last we meet.

Did you lose soldiers along the way?

As God lives, this is Castile's finest.

My father is confident that,

alongside the famous warriors of Zaragoza,

victory will be ours.

I see they treated you well.

So well that you forgot to get us an army.

Who's the one in the turban?

The Jewish vizier of the Moorish king of Zaragoza.

I'm sorry, you've lost me.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Read the Bible, you animal. Jews and Arabs are cousins.

Gentlemen, welcome to Zaragoza.

Ruy, here, here!

Again, but louder than those pagans.

Your son has no right to it. He is not the prince.

No, my dear.

He is not the first son of Al-Muqtadir.

Your son was born of a concubine, you.

I am happy to see harmony reigns in my home.

Please, allow me to be part of this conversation.

Someone has stolen it from us.

No.

It wasn't me.

You liar!

My son is the mainstay of his army.

-Whereas yours is useless... -Silence.

Liar.

We'll continue this conversation another time.

The frogs are here.

What's wrong?

The army they bring is meagre.

Then let's receive them in a manner their great effort deserves.

There's something else.

Speak.

Abu Bakr believes there is one in their ranks blessed...

with baraka.

He thinks he might be the one we're expecting.

Father...

You should receive them as soon as possible.

You're right, my son.

We will receive them immediately.

If they don't treat us like allies, we'll have a hard time leaving.

Tell the men to keep their weapons close at hand. Discreetly.

Álvar.

Friends, now it's time for a bath.

I already took a bath last year. I'll get scabies.

What about Sancho?

Where's Sancho?

The princes must speak together.

Sádaba will take you to him later.

Hey.

Glory awaits you, bird whisperer.

Take off your clothes.

You speak my language.

Where is Lord Sancho?

You can see him after your bath.

You were saying?

Sorry, my lady? I wasn't saying anything.

Who would have guessed that I'd miss Ermesinda and her chattering?

Maybe I should ask the count to take you and give her back to me.

How would you like to live under the thumb of the old count?

My lady.

Forgive me, I forgot it was bath day.

It isn't. I'm doing penance.

Give Jimena the towels and go.