Deus Vult

Let me in to see the light.”

(The women blush, giggling, as Kazimir’s flattery drips with mischief and power, drawing them closer to his irresistible presence.)

Kazimir

“My strength, my wealth, all I bring,

Dance now, sing now, let the night swing!

Let’s drink and feast, till dawn has cracked—

Tonight’s a dream we won’t take back!”

*(The music swells, violins and guitars strumming lively chords as the crowd dances, swept up in the heat of the revelry. Kazimir stands at the center, alive with energy, his eyes blazing as he leads them deeper into the night’s pleasures.)

*(Much later, Kazimir heads upstairs with three women by his side, laughter and whispers fading as they slip into a private room. The scene shifts to an intimate setting, where Kazimir’s charm transforms into intensity as they embrace, each touch, each shared look a celebration of the night’s unbridled passion.)

Kazimir

(whispering to one of the women)

“This night is ours, and yours are mine,

Like battle spoils, like ruby wine.

Take what you will, for dawn is near—

But while it lasts, we conquer here.”

*(Their union is fierce and reckless, an indulgence in freedom and momentary delight. Yet with dawn comes the quiet realization, as Kazimir awakens alone in the room, surrounded by discarded clothes and empty bottles.)

(He sits up, the silence almost mocking him, and a familiar hollow feeling settles in his chest. The echoes of the night now feel distant, leaving only a faint trace of what was. Kazimir looks around, speaking softly as if to himself.)

Kazimir

“Once again, alone I rise,

These hollowed walls, no cheering cries.

What glory left, what weight remains

When dawn breaks ties to night’s sweet games?”

(He holds a nearly empty glass, staring into it with a bitter smile, contemplating the emptiness that lingers even after the most extravagant of nights.)

Kazimir

“Fame? Fortune? Empty lies—

What use are tales beneath morning skies?

These walls bear witness, only they see

How shallow the thrill, how cold is the spree.”

(He dresses, gathering his belongings, casting one last look around the room with a resigned expression. The thrill of the night has faded, and he walks out into the morning, carrying the weight of solitude with him.)

(The scene closes on Kazimir, his shadow long in the early light, a lone figure in the quiet morning, moving forward but leaving a piece of himself behind.)

II

(Kazimir arrives at the church in Zlata Koruna, his horse’s hooves echoing in the empty courtyard as he dismounts and steps forward. The heavy oak doors swing open, and he walks inside, the silence enveloping him like a shroud. Incense fills the air, mingling with soft murmurs of prayer.)

Narrator

Upon his steed with silent tread,

Kazimir’s heart weighed down like lead.

Through ancient doors he crossed alone,

Where sin and faith alike are sown.

(Kazimir looks around, his gaze falling on the dark figure of Pastor Ondrej, who stands waiting by the altar, his face obscured by shadows.)

Pastor Ondrej

(with a polite but cold smile)

“Welcome, stranger, do you seek grace?

Or merely shelter in this place?”

Kazimir

(bowing slightly, his tone carefully respectful)

“A knight am I, of noble kin,

I come to seek release from sin.”

(His words flow smoothly, yet there’s a glint of disquiet in Pastor Ondrej’s gaze, as though he sees through the knight’s polished veneer.)

Pastor Ondrej

(with a sardonic smile)

"Our chapel doors they welcome all,