House of dance ...
House of pleasure ...
Excess.
The noise increases. The room is full. There is a strong smell ... tobacco and wine.
anxious ... the soul elsewhere. Sibilla, one of the dancers.
It's you, Sibilla! Come on ... You, Sibilla!
And just above, a child is very sick.
Mom. Sibilla!
She dances! She grins and dances to the desires of men.
Even Joao, the clown, follows her with a frightening greed in his eyes.
This Sibilla, she is too much for this place!
Mom ...
... Mom
... I'm cold!
"The mountain winds do not blow out a candle, but will kill a man," says the Analucian proverb.
Is he sleeping?
I am a widower. My daughter, Jhrna, is already grown. Since there is no impediment to our happiness. 17b
Return home this evening and we will leave again on our marriage. Styria.
Promise ... lie for twelve years ...
the other side of this happy city ...
Styria, a vain man will tomorrow announced the engagement of his daughter to
a ruined nobleman, according to his strict principles.
Styria has alredy decided to deny this past ... to ignore Sibilla.
Carry this to El Dorado; ask for Sibilla.
Our son is sick ... my pay is not enough to care for him ...
Once again, despite your wickedness, I write to you to ask for help for him.
If you do not help, our son will die. Sibilla.
A gypsy dance, increasingly sad and distant, like its soul.
The next day
In the neighboring mountains a country home ...
Hosted by a Scandinavian lady (Claire Prelia)
And her son, Hedwick.
Studying in the country as a painter
Are you going?
Hedwick is in love.
And soon towards the Alhambra ...
In order to earn some money, Sibilla left the Albacyn and serves as Hedwick's model and guide.
Hedwick is distracted by the image of a young girl in white.
Iliana, for her part, is moved by a love that only her duena knows about.
Sibilla shows him the Lion's Court, and tries to soothe his impatience.
The cards say:
Mr. Hedwick has met a lady here in the Alhambra. Proud and sweet,
she is in the image of this palace. Hedwick loves her, but ...
she is the fiancee of another.
That girl, who is she?
Or rather, where has she been seen?
The are announcing my engagement this evening.
But around 9 o'clock, I will run here ... to see you again!
With a white dress ... it is Miss Styria ...
They say that her dowry is so huge that it draws the vermin from all over the Albaycin.
At twilight, a new disaster.
The doctor ... will not come ... then he said that you owe him ... a lot!
The doctor's refusal makes up Sibilla's mind. With no other resources, to save her child, she will go to the home of
Styria ... to his father. She will beg! ...
It is the evening that Iliana, Styria's daughter, will be betrothed, against her will,
to the Duke of Hormuz, who has dazzled her father.
Concepcion, the owner, defends her against the tyrant.
Try not to be seen today in the streets, and behave as I have ordered you.
A whirlwind of festivities fills the whole city.
from the winding "streets" ...
to the slopes of the mountains where the gypsies have their caves ...
Sibilla hurries, but the festivities delay her.
Finally ...
The festival is in full swing.
Sibilla ? I don't know anyone by that name!
Coward!
Relax! It's a joke ... a joke!
9 o'clock!
Armed with enough feelings of vengeance to destroy an army, she goes ...
In the Alhambra, deserted, mysterious ...
They forget about life ... But a black shadow ...
The shadow that follows them.
However ...
Miss ... here ... quickly!
Before their past dreams, a marble hall leads away. The hall of the two ghosts.
The shadow emerges.
How do you run?
While she was very confused, Iliana willingly threw herself into the arms of the young man ...
... in Styria's palace, the disaster becomes known.
Where is your mistress? ... Idiot!
The poor duena runs away, terrified.
Sibilla is coming for revenge... if necessary, she will seek even more vengeance. She has evidence of your evil deeds.
Think of what will happen if the truth is known. The truth is like oil, always flowing downward. Sibilla.
The feverish night has passed ...
Sibilla is coming for revenge... if necessary, she will seek even more vengeance. She has evidence of your evil deeds.
Think of what will happen if the truth is known. The truth is like oil, always flowing downward. Sibilla.
The door of the old legends opens without a sound.
... and in the usual place, Sibilla ...
Hedwick wants to understand ... Sibilla?
But why?
It's you? Yes!
And when the sun begins to rise ...
The bewilderment of Hedwick, a foreigner, helps Sibilla.
She offers to put up the young girl temporarily at the El Dorado.
Sibilla has contradictory thoughts.
A sister for her child.
Shocked to see them together ... Sibilla finally ... speaks.
Very excited, the young open their hearts.
I love your daughter ...
It's my fault. We've been locked up.
I am sincere. I swear ... We love each other.
Enough! Where is my daughter?
... at the home of a courageous woman ... my model ... Sibilla ...
Sibilla has evidence of your evil deeds.
However, at the El Dorado ...
Everything is well up there. I am going out shopping.
In the city, they talk of Styria, the evil rich man, who has become insane.
He wants to kill the whole world ... Even the venerable Conception ...
Figure it out yourself... He cursed his own daughter! ...
The child will heal, but we need a change in care immediately, calm, the mountains ...
Her father's attitude forces me to leave Iliana with my mother in Montayre.
Sibilla, would you let us take him there, so he can heal?
"...we will take very good care of him..."
That evening, Sibilla became resolved: control her anguish, consent to everything in order to save her son.
Be good, I'll see you soon ...
Right?
Are you ok?
Absolutely!
... I will arrange this with my mother.
Goodbye!
Hope, hope, he will return. One day, one morning, he will return to you ...
He will return to tell you how he wept.
He will have in his arms full of flowers - red, pink and white.
And she collapses.
... I will arrange this with my mother.
Soon, they are climbing above the city below toward "Montayre," the mountain-in-the-air.
Dawn ...
A few moments later, the all night "festival"
The child has left. I am here alone. He is not here any longer.
She smiled, but its just dancing
I am begging you, have mercy. I am his mother. I did not do any good.
If he asks about me, tell him I am traveling to dance elsewhere.
... life ebbs ... and for this poor being, the sadness, is, finally, a celebration.