distant past.
We must never dim this mirror.
I could have thwarted Cyril's death,
but I was poorly informed.
No one had told me about Reba.
And you gave me the identity of a dead man,
Rumata of Estoria.
We had to hurry.
Cyril had broken contact with us.
He wasn't undergoing
the protective treatment any more, either.
He wasn't prepared
for the intrigues of a medieval potentate.
- When are you taking me back up?
- Not for now.
You are to replace Cyril,
until they've found someone else.
- Why?
- We must see how Arkanar develops.
What's my task?
First of all, you will buy Mita's house,
in order to secure our installations.
For that, you will need money
and clothes for various occasions.
- Who is Budach, by the way?
- What do you know about Budach?
Little. Cyril mentioned
that he had disappeared.
A scholar from Irukan. One of the most
extraordinary people on this planet.
Cyril got in touch with him
shortly before breaking contact with us.
- This is gold in the Arkanarian currency.
- Thank you.
Those bags contain
everything you need at court.
You will also get some biographical data
about Rumata of Estoria.
What's wrong now?
This equipment is rubbish.
That's what we have to put up with here.
You'll have to stick with your story,
no matter how much you complain about it.
These are the facts about him.
You should remember them.
Even in his early youth, frequent
drinking bouts and brawls about women.
At the age of 21, Rumata rapes Dorana,
daughter of the Duke of Ekin,
kills her brother in a duel,
has to leave his hometown
and leads an unsettled life at various courts.
Whatever happens,
you mustn't kill under any circumstances.
Not even in the greatest danger.
In Arkanar, people kill even when
someone says something wrong.
That's the normal level of medieval cruelty.
Even on Earth, it took several millennia
before the last war had been fought,
the last prison closed.
I'll do my best.
Take care of yourself, Anton.
What a moonlit night, my friend.
I hope that the sky will be
just as clear when we arrive.
This wonderful star has borne a child.
This event has scared people.
They escape into all sorts of superstition.
But our instrument
will enable them to see the truth.
Do you know what this strange smell is?
There must be glomphilias here, a rare
plant that only grows in barren wastes.
Why don't you have a look? They grow
in bunches of small, grey blossoms.
There are things all over the world
to ease man's fate.
Because life is full of suffering.
These are indeed glomphilias.
A brew of these works wonders.
An excellent remedy for aching joints.
If we didn't have this ability to suffer,
we would be long gone.
But God has given us
a big supply of patience.
There isn't a horse, a dog,
or a mouse which possesses this ability.
With great perseverance,
we'll survive the very worst of torment.
- What's that?
- Fish blood.
No, no. Definitely not.
We drink fish blood every morning.
It's good for you.
If you care about what's good for your
master, you should give me a fresh towel.
- For washing.
- Washing, nothing but washing.
We're the only ones who do that.
Not even the king washes.
The king is sick. You should have
the occasional bath yourself.
Master Mita used to say that to me as well.
Your maid's waiting outside.
She wants to speak to you.
- Tell her to come upstairs.
- You should chase her off.
- She has a mind of her own.
- I'll chase you off in a minute.
What do you want? What's the master
supposed to do with these ropes?
The weapons dealer Hauk
is giving them back. Let me past.
The master will get angry.
The weapons dealer Hauk
has just returned the ropes
which Mita had borrowed for his machine.
I'll take a look at that machine.
Put the ropes over there.
Where can I find Hauk?
His armoury is in the Street of Royal Mercy.
...my chest
Silence everywhere, but still no peace
Where are you, unknown delight?
A great nation is on