"Private property has made us so stupid and one-sided that an object is only ours when we have it" Karl Marx
It is not the consciousness of men that determines their being...
...but, on the contrary...
their social being that determines their consciousness.
This is why I went to the ball...
And also why, at midnight, I had to leave.
D. Luis...
GOODNIGHT, CINDERELLA
Did your Majesty lose anything?
I guess I lost my mind, D. Afonso.
I see that you now keep secrets from your squire…
Mind if I touch it?
Who was it?
It could be a princess. Look.
Could be the princess the kingdom craves…
What about your happiness, D. Luis?
Dry yourself, D. Afonso.
Let's go. I'll help you find it.
Shall I send the servants to find it?
Never entrust the right shoe to the wrong hand.
Is it possible that none of the makers has it?
One shoe is enough to make its match...
An identical one…
A shoe is but the foot that wore it.
Indeed. But in that regard I cannot help you.
Should I send for the master cobbler?
One cannot forge luxuries.
One must deserve and then inherit them.
A part of me is waiting in the foot of a woman I do not even know.
Or perhaps lost somewhere in my endless gardens.
I need your help, D. Afonso.
I am nothing if I can't complete the pair...
Light.
Light, D. Afonso.
D. Afonso. Light.
D. Afonso!
Royal communiqué...
"To all the maidens…" - Every one?
Communiqué...
"His Royal Highness, the Prince D. Luis Filipe Maria..."
"Fernando Pedro de Alcântara António Miguel Rafael Gabriel Gonzaga..."
Your Majesty...
"We call upon the presence of the maiden who has lost a shoe at the ball."
Will you say that you'll marry her if she brings the other shoe?
What an excellent idea, D. Afonso.
D. Luis. As your squire I cannot condone with such foolishness.
Which is the reward?
D. Afonso, sometimes the greatness of our wishes...
...takes us to not so serious sacrifices.
I will have what I desire.
And the kingdom will have what it's been longing for.
You are not to consider wedding this girl only to take hold of a shoe, are you?
One would say you have never desired anything enough…
I can make sure the shoe will get to your hands without any such measures…
D. Afonso. The People no longer aim for cinnamon, fabrics or gemstones.
The People want, primarily, to quit being the People.
One must be very careful.
"The Prince, D. Luis of Portugal..."
"...summons to the Royal Palace..."
"...the damsel who has lost a shoe at last Friday's ball…"
"...in order to discuss a topic..."
"...of interest to both."
How much do you want for the shoe?
My happiness is not for sale.
Hearth cat… you seem to compel us to be nasty to you.
Want to be a lifetime squire, D. Afonso?
See, hearth cat? You made the clouds weep…
Rebellion won't get you anywhere.
My jewel, how fair you are...
Try to understand this: you're the maid.
The king's maid, it is true, but nevertheless a Maid.
D. Luis is the Prince. D. Luis will never marry you, do you understand that?
Now make sure to deserve the bread we put upon your table.
- But I'm the one who bakes the bread and puts in on the table. - No, my dear. It is God.
God is dead.
There is a carpet at the entrance of the royal hall.
Wash it and don't let it dry in the sun.
And if you feel bored, go polish the silverware.
What is the name?
Afonso.
My prince.
Surely you shall ask what took me so long to reveal myself.
As you must know, not everything is certainty for the damsel that falls for a prince.
How her legs shake...
How her heart pulses in her throat.
But if briefly I questioned my inclination...
I now know very well that I want to be yours until the moment of my death.
To not waste any more time, I hereby give myself in your arms.
I have something in my possession that I know to be of great interest to you.
I will not hesitate to give you what you want...
And, why not...?
Also my love, in exchange for yours.
Here I am, alone with you in a future April.
And I will do the impossible to be the princess for whom this kingdom yearns.
At 18 hours I expect you in the fern garden.
But silence, ye shall say nothing.
Do not break the crystal of your heart.
Yours...
One day, hearth cat, all this will be ours.
Ours? Whose?
D. Luis became King and got married in 1862 to the Italian D. Maria Pia of Saboia
By procuration.