Legend of the Seeker (2008–2010): Season 2, Episode 13 - Princess - full transcript

Richard Cypher,
you are the true Seeker.

Fear not, Sister Portia.

The Keeper of the Underworld
will reward you for your sacrifice.

I have no fear.
I long only for his embrace.

It will soon be yours.

Now.

Sister Nicci?

You've brought me back.

The Mother Confessor still walks,

and only your han is strong enough
to kill her.

I think I know a way to find her.



How about some rosemary?

Oh, good.

What would your mothers say?

About our ability
to create ambrosial delights

from roots and herbs
scavenged from the wilderness?

No, about two strong men
fussing over the fire

while the woman chops wood for them.

On a good team, each member performs
in accordance with their abilities.

And judging by your recent attempts

to produce something
approximating corn cake,

it might be best for you
to stick to chopping.

No!

Kahlan!
Aah!

- Richard, wait!
- Hyah!



Kahlan!

They flew over that ridge.
I can't see which way they went.

Gars are hungry beasts. Only trained ones
save their prey until later.

And the only trained Gars in the Midlands
are the personal pets

of the margrave of Rothenberg,
the richest man in all the territories.

Rothenberg is days from here.

Kahlan could be dead
by the time we get there.

If the margrave had ordered his Gars
to kill her, she'd be dead already.

He must want her alive
for some reason.

Well, let's go
before he changes his mind.

I must warn you,
the ancient lords of Rothenberg

had a powerful spell of protection
cast on the walls of their realm.

Within those walls,
no magic has any power.

Not my wizardry, not Cara's Agiel.

Not Kahlan's Confessor power. Hyah!

Herald.
- Margrave?

Do you know who this woman is?

Yes, Your Majesty. I saw her once,
sitting in judgment in Aydindril.

She's Kahlan Amnell, the Confessor.

Send word to our friend that we're ready
to complete our agreement.

What agreement?
Who are you talking about?

You'll find out soon enough.

Take her to the dungeon.

You're a fool if you think
the Seeker isn't going to find me.

He'll never get here in time.

Please help me.

Nobody has ever escaped
the margrave's dungeon.

There's always a way out.

You don't know the margrave.

I take it you do.

I'm his wife.

What are you doing in his dungeon?

My husband has grown tired of me
and wishes to marry another.

The Law of Right and Good forbids
anyone to break the marriage vows,

so he has sentenced me to death.

On what grounds?

He needs none.

According to the law,
the margrave's word is final and absolute.

I'm Kahlan Amnell,
the Mother Confessor.

And the only laws in the Midlands
are the ones that I enforce.

I've never heard of this
Law of Right and Good.

I swear to you on the Creator
and all the Spirits

that I am going to get us out of here.

No.

When the margrave chooses
his new bride,

his executioner
is going to take me to the block.

And I must accept that.

Sister Nicci, you spent your life
praying to be united with the Keeper.

Now here you are
back in the world of the living.

My sisters brought me back

so I could do what you and your minions
failed to do, time and again:

Capture the Mother Confessor.

If you have the Mother Confessor,

then why are you not you laying
her lifeless body at my feet?

I sent word to the margrave of Rothenberg
asking him to send his Gars for her.

She's in the margrave's dungeon.

A place where the Seeker and his friends
will be unable to use magic to rescue her.

Very clever.

So clever, in fact, that I'm left wondering
what you might possibly need from me.

In exchange for turning
the Mother Confessor over to me,

the margrave wants a guarantee,
signed in the Keeper's blood,

that when the Keeper
puts an end to all life,

he and his court will be granted
eternal immunity from death.

Do you think the Keeper is interested
in almost winning?

Remember the Prophecy, Darken Rahl.

As long as the Mother Confessor's
pure heart beats,

the Keeper is doomed to fail.

A handful of lives isn't many to spare
in exchange for millions.

I will convey your message
to the Keeper.

And persuade him to accept your terms.

We can tunnel under the ramparts there.
They don't look more than 20 hands thick.

There's no time for tunneling.

There's almost no time at all.

With the help of a listening spell, I've
done some eavesdropping outside the walls.

There's a rumor that the margrave has
struck a deal with the Sisters of the Dark.

What kind of deal?

Eternal life for the margrave and his court
in exchange for Kahlan's head.

We have to get in there.

- We can get over the wall.
- And once we're inside?

It'd be three against hundreds
with no magic at our disposal.

I believe there's another way.

Apparently, the margrave
is about to choose a new bride

to share with him the eternity
he's purchasing with Kahlan's life.

Every high-born beauty in the Midlands
has been competing to be chosen,

but the margrave has narrowed
the selection to the countess of Dunstable

and the princess of Thryce.

They'll both be arriving at the palace
tomorrow morning...

Why are you telling us the local gossip

when Kahlan is going to be handed over
to the Sisters of the Dark?

Because the margrave
has known the countess for years,

but he knows the princess
only by her glowing reputation.

He has never actually laid eyes on her.

If the princess and her retinue
happened to be intercepted on their way,

we could arrive at the palace in their
place and be welcomed with open arms.

All we need is a princess.

Hmm.

- Oh, no. Mm-mm.
- Cara, it could work.

- I'm no princess.
No, you're not.

Especially not this princess, who is
renowned for her delicacy, her charm,

and most especially, her virtue.

But the impossibility of the task
must not prevent us from undertaking it.

Her Serene Highness,
Princess Lorelyn of Thryce.

I think we should dig the tunnel.

Prince Roderick, renowned
for his golden locks and his prowess.

- He doesn't look like much of a fighter.
- Not that kind of prowess.

His reputation is not the only thing
that precedes him into the room.

If the stories are true,
he's won the favors of a thousand women.

Wives have been known
to poison their husbands

for a chance to be number 1,001.

And I shall impersonate
the princess's beloved aunt,

the dowager duchess of Thryce.

Zedd, I thought you couldn't use magic
to change our appearance.

The spell would dissolve
once we passed the gates.

I don't need magic
to perpetrate the illusion,

just a little color on my cheeks
and my skills as a thespian.

Now to find a quiet place

where our royal friends
can take a nice long magical nap.

What's that?

Chamomile, quince,
and a touch of saffron.

My mother's recipe
for putting a little gold in her tresses.

It should work just as well on you.

Would that your transformation
were as simple.

You must unlearn
everything you know and believe.

To begin with, you must never look
any man in the palace directly in the eye.

You must never speak your mind
on any subject,

but always defer to the opinion
of your masculine betters.

There's no such thing.

Exactly the attitude you must abandon.

Most challenging of all,
when in the margrave's presence,

a lady must always, without exception,
speak in rhyming dactylic tetrameter.

In what?

A poetic meter in which each line consists
of four groups of three-syllable phrases

with the accent on the first syllable.

And the first syllable of the fourth phrase
of each line

must rhyme with the corresponding
syllable on the line before it.

You're making this up.

I passionately wish I were.

I shall demonstrate by example.

If the margrave were to ask you,
"Hasn't the weather been nice lately?"

You might answer:

The night was a tumult
Of thunder and storm,

But ever since then
It's been lovely and warm.

Care to try?

There's no way
I'm going to win this competition.

You don't have to win.

You just need to keep us in the game
long enough

for Richard to find Kahlan
and rescue her.

Her Luminous Majesty,
the princess of Thryce.

Her brother,
Prince Roderick the Golden.

- He's so handsome.
- I think also.

Her Eminence,
the dowager duchess of Thryce.

Her Celestial Munificence,
the Countess Drucilla of Dunstable,

and her companion
the viscountess of Woolingsworth.

Welcome, Your Highnesses.

Drucilla, my friend, is your father,
the count, feeling any better?

If at the Creator's feet I did kneel

And she were to grant me
The power to heal,

No greater balm could
my father desire

Than the wishes that issue from you,
My dear sire.

Very well said.

No greater balm could I desire
than your grace and charm in my home.

I have received many glowing reports
of your beauty, princess.

But even the most glowing of all
fail to do justice to your radiance.

I take it your journey was pleasant
and safe.

The journey was lovely

Did she really say that?
How strange.

With only one minus,

How long it took to travel
To the palace of Your Highness.

What a terrible disappointment.

I confess that I'm puzzled.

I heard that in the art of meter and rhyme,
nobody surpasses the princess of Thryce.

If I may request
Your permission to speak,

Oh, Great One
Before whom the mighty are meek.

By all means, duchess.

From the rigors of travel
The princess is weary,

Her senses are dulled
And her vision is bleary,

But I can assure you
That when she has rested,

The best you have heard
Is quite sure to be bested.

I hope that's the case.

If not, I'll soon be thanking your niece for
taking the trouble to travel all this distance,

and wishing her a safe
and speedy journey home.

There are only five guards.

If you help me get them into the cell,
I can take them.

That's impossible.

Women are forbidden to take up arms.
It's the law.

Luncheon is served, Your Highness.

- Thank you.
Ha-ha-ha.

Why did you thank him?

Why did you look down like that?

Because I am no longer
the reigning monarch.

And by the Law of Right and Good,

only the reigning monarch
can look into the countenance of a man.

Arla, does the Law of Right and Good
command you to die?

The law says
that if a woman disobeys her husband,

she will wander forever in the Underworld
without family or friends, utterly alone.

But if she dies in accord with the law,

she'll be reunited with her loved ones
in eternal peace.

If they don't shut up in there...

Hey, why don't you go
straighten them out? Ha-ha-ha.

With grace, Cara. Grace.

The gavotte is a courtly dance,
not a military march.

And turning up and...
Turning out. Not in.

Why am I still in this room?

Because if you go nosing about the
margrave's palace without his permission,

you'll be stopped
by the first guard who sees you.

We're to wait
until the margrave summons us.

As I was saying.

- Who is it?
It is I, the margrave's herald.

Forgive my intrusion.

The margrave has requested the
princess's presence in the throne room.

Inform the margrave
we shall come at once.

Of course, duchess, if you will inform
the princess that she is looking lovely.

As...

As is her aunt.

Who has brought
to the stone confines of Rothenberg

a welcome breath of elegance
and grace.

In order to comply
with the margrave's request,

the princess must complete her toilette.

I think you have an admirer.

Is there any reason why I shouldn't?

Your Majesty, may I ask you a favor?

You have only to name it.

I've always dreamed of seeing
the wonders of the palace of Rothenberg.

Would it be all right
if I did some exploring?

Herald,
give Prince Roderick the royal tour.

And see that you stay close by his side.

We wouldn't want our guest
losing his way.

And this is the very spot

that the duke of Aspasia
was murdered in cold blood

by his mad nephew Hamling.

Fascinating.

You can still see traces of his blood
on the keystone of that arch.

Oh, madam,
you've dropped your handkerchief.

I believe that was an invitation, sir.

Of course, an invitation.

So the stories are true, Your Highness,
a thousand conquests to your name?

- Well, who keeps count, really?
Ha-ha-ha.

Whatever the numbers may be,

perhaps you're in a position to offer me
some advice in a matter of the heart.

Would the object of your affection
happen be my aunt, sir?

I've been alone in this palace
for a long time.

I could put in a word for you,
if you'll do me a favor in return.

Anything, sir.

Well, I'm building a dungeon
back in Thryce,

and I've heard there's nothing equal
to the one you've got here.

I'd love to have a look at it,
maybe get some ideas.

Alas, that is one favor
I am forbidden to grant.

You see, the entire north wing,
which houses the dungeon,

is off-limits to visitors.

Well, unfortunately, my aunt's petticoats
will be off-limits to you, sir.

The stones for the dungeon were dragged
by oxen from the quarry at Rivington.

These are the famous Gates of Misery.

Each of the panels
weighs 27 imperial tons.

My interest in the dungeon
isn't strictly architectural.

Of all the women
whose delights I have sampled,

the one I've wanted most,

the Mother Confessor,

has always been too dangerous
to touch.

But now, if the rumors are true,
she's within my reach.

In a place
where her magic has no power.

If you were to get me past those gates,

I would do more than put in a word for you
with my aunt.

I could virtually assure you of success.

The only key to the dungeon
is in the margrave's personal possession.

And at the moment, nobody is allowed
through the Gates of Misery.

Not even the jailors guarding
the prisoners in the cells

will be allowed out of the dungeon
until...

Until what?

Forgive me, sir.

I believe it is time we returned
to the throne room.

Your palace is stunning
O margrave serene,

The gardens
The loveliest I've ever seen.

The lilies, the roses,
The hyacinths blue

All gather their beauty
In tribute to you.

Clean that up at once.

Servants these days are hopeless,
My liege,

One feels in one's house
As if under siege.

Too true, countess.

In my father's day,
people knew their place.

There was such a thing as discipline.

When my servants drop things
Or grumble or whine

It's never too long
Before they're back in line.

Tell me how you manage it, princess.

Once, long ago, I was
training a slave

Who endeavored most stubbornly
Not to behave,

So I cut off a finger or two
With a knife

And threatened to slaughter
His child and his wife.

Then I stripped him down naked
And strapped to a horse,

I dragged him through miles
Of bramble and gorse.

Poured salt in his wounds
And rolled him in rubble,

That was the last time
He gave any trouble.

Impressive. I'll have to give it a try.

There he is.
So dashing.

He's so handsome.

The dungeon isn't heavily guarded,

but only the margrave has the key.

There may be a way to get it from him.

Have you noticed the way
the women in the palace look at you?

Noticed?

I've already had three handkerchiefs
and a garter belt slipped into my pockets.

Why?

The margrave's sister Millicent may know
where her brother keeps the key.

If you were to work your charms on her,
or should I say Prince Roderick's charms,

perhaps you could convince her
to get it for you.

- Where is she?
- Over there.

No, not that one. The other one.

May the Spirits be with me.

Oh, princess,
I'm filled with much admiration,

You must show the margrave
Your lovely creation.

My humble attempt
Could not ever compare

With something so elegant
Simple and spare,

So filled with the light
Of the good and the true

Alas, what you see is
the best I can do.

Perhaps the princess has not yet
recovered from the rigors of travel.

When her mother was killed

In a fall from the saddle,

She was raised by her father
On the trail of battle.

While deficient perhaps
In the making of lace,

She has mastered the arts
Of the hunt and the chase.

The forests of Rothenberg,
So I am told,

Are teaming with Shadrins
Ferocious and bold.

Would it be asking a favor
Too terribly blunt,

If I begged her to give us
The thrill of a hunt?

A wife I could hunt with,

now that would be something
worth having.

Does the idea of a hunt
sound like fun to you, countess?

That which amuses the margrave,
Of course,

Is to me, of amusement
The ultimate source.

Then we shall have a hunt
this afternoon.

Herald, see to the arrangements.

You know what?

Bedchambers are so boring.

Have you ever sampled the delights
of love in chains?

Sounds exciting.

Then shall we continue this
in the dungeon?

I wish we could,
but only my brother has the key.

Oh!

Then get it from him.

Women are never allowed
to carry the keys to anything.

But that's all right,
we'll make our own chains right here.

Unhand her, knave.

Thank you, countess, for alerting me
to this violation of my sister's honor.

Guards.

When you are presentable,
you will stand before me

and be sentenced for your crime.

I am sorry to dim the joyous occasion
of my upcoming betrothal,

but there is no question that in so
flagrant a display of indecent behavior,

the Law of Right and Good
calls for a sentence of death.

Brother,
You're always so mean and unfair,

If you care for my feelings,
His life you will spare.

After you've chosen a bride
You'll be set,

You'll have a darling
To coddle and pet.

You'll have a plaything
That's yours for all time,

Why shouldn't I have
A plaything that's mine?

Out of the great love I feel for my sister,

I will temper justice with mercy.

Are you willing to marry
the woman you have defiled?

Not willing, sir.

Eager.

It is my greatest wish.

Then your wish is granted.

But until you are properly wed, my guards
shall stay with you wherever you go,

to make sure you don't assault the virtue
of any more ladies of this court.

And now, to the hunt.

I'll never get near the dungeon now.

Afraid there's only one hope left to us.

For Cara to get close enough
to the margrave to steal the key.

You must do exactly as I say.

When in the hunt, a woman must never
take the lead, she must never...

Forget the lessons.

I've minced and curtsied and rhymed,
and we still don't have the key.

I'll get it my way.

Without your Agiels?

I don't need magic
to make a man beg for mercy.

My lady, forgive me for being so forward
but if your niece should win

and Rothenberg will be your home
as well as mine for a very long time,

it will be good not to be alone
in those cold and drafty halls.

You're very forward indeed, sir.

I know I am below your station, but
my influence with the margrave is great.

I could do much to advance the cause
of your princess over that of her rival.

That is, if you should wish
to share my interest in not being alone.

The beast, I have seen it
lts fury outrageous,

Please kill it and save us
O margrave courageous.

Oh!

Oh!

Mm.

Where I come from,
the raw liver of a Shadrin

is considered a powerful aphrodisiac.

Would you like some?

Do you know how many Laws of Right
and Good you have just broken?

It's your choice, margrave.

An eternity of right and good
or an eternity of me.

Your Majesty, with the hope that we will
soon be brothers-in-law twice over,

I drink to your health.

Our esteemed visitor from the far reaches
of the Old World, Sister Nicci.

Welcome to Rothenberg, Sister Nicci.
You're just in time to join our banquet.

I'm not here for revelry, margrave.
I'm here to complete our arrangement.

Do you have what I was promised?

Our agreement,
signed in the Keeper's blood.

Do you have what I was promised?

She waits in my dungeon.

But before I send for her,

I need to see if the contract reflects
the terms we agreed on.

Of course.

We've just gotten word that
the margrave's special visitors arrived.

You know what that means, don't you?
Almost time to line up for the block.

Who wants to go first?

- We can't wait any longer.
- I can't do the thing you're asking.

Any woman who took up arms would
die instantly and be damned for eternity.

I've taken up arms all my life
and I haven't died.

I was taken from my people in Nargoth
when I was a child,

and raised in Rothenberg
to be the margrave's wife.

If I die as the law bids me to,

I'll be reunited with my mother and father
in the Underworld.

If I die, the Keeper will
destroy all of life.

Do you understand that?

The Law of Right and Good says that
to a woman understanding is not given.

And who wrote
this Law of Right and Good?

- A man?
- No.

The Creator wrote the Law.
In her own hand.

And what does the law say
about the Creator?

It is written:

"From the Source of Light
flows all that is good,

all that is love, and all that is peace."

So you believe
that the source of all that is good

would punish someone for staying alive

so that she could hold her mother
in her arms again?

Do you believe that the Creator
wants all of life to be destroyed?

I'm frightened.

The Creator will be with us
every step of the way.

I hope you're as bored with this gathering
as I am.

Because I'm very eager to show you
what you're going to have for eternity,

once I'm your bride.

This is an extremely important matter.

And I'm an extremely impatient woman.

If you make me wait a second longer,
I may change my mind.

Meet me in the corridor.

Gracious guests, I must attend
to an important matter of state.

I beg your leave
while I retire briefly to my chambers.

Very briefly, I hope.

I will do my best.

I fear I have overindulged
In the fare,

I seem to be needing
A bit of fresh air.

Send them away.

I don't want anyone else
hearing my moans of ecstasy.

They're all for you.

Leave us.

- Give me the key to the dungeon.
- Who are you?

A person who's going to get the key
from you, one way or another.

I have waited long enough.

Tell the margrave that if he's interested in
what I have to offer, he will return at once.

I would be happy to, madam.

If I were not under strict instructions

not to interrupt him
when he is attending to a matter of state.

Who is this woman? And why
are you taking directions from her?

I don't know what you're talking about.

These drafty
old halls have given me a nasty cold.

I know you from somewhere.

I can't imagine where, madam.

Let me see your face.

Madam?

Maybe you don't remember me

because you're not the only one
whose appearance has changed

since the last time we saw each other.

But how could I ever forget
the man who killed me?

This is no woman.

This is the Wizard
Zeddicus Zu'I Zorander.

Impossible.

- The Seeker. Kill them both.
- What?

Take me to the dungeon.

There's no need for a weapon.

I'll happily show you the way.

Tell me where the key is or there's
going to be a royal decapitation.

It's sewn inside my vest.

Dear margrave,
The sight of your face makes me sick,

You decadent, pompous,
Self-satisfied...

Help!

The Mother Confessor,
I think she's stopped breathing.

If she dies on my watch,
I'll be the one on the block.

- What happened?
- She slashed her own throat.

She said she didn't wanna
give the margrave the satisfaction.

Dark Spirits on the race of Confess...

The Mother Confessor's cell
is through that gate.

- We have to go.
- I can't.

- The law.
- But you fought them.

For you.

But your laws are not my laws.

I can't disobey my husband.

My life is in his hands.

- I can't leave you.
- You must.

So you can defeat the Keeper.

Your life is in your hands, Arla.
Only yours.

Duck.

Cara.

It's over, Nicci. You have no magic here.

You're defenseless.

I still have all the magic I've ever had,

outside this palace.

Kahlan?

Your Majesty?
Your Majesty, are you all right?

What happened? Where is she?

The royal party of Thryce
was not the royal party of Thryce.

They deceived us all. They're gone.

And Sister Nicci?

Gone also, margrave.

Well, if I'm not gonna live forever,
I'll spend my years with a beautiful wife.

Summon Countess Drucilla,

and let it be known
I've have chosen her to be my bride.

Alas, when she discovered that eternity
was not part of the marriage contract,

she departed.

Then bring the queen from the dungeon.
Tell her all has been forgiven.

It's better to have an old reliable mare
than no horse at all, wouldn't you say?

Unfortunately, the queen has escaped.

But don't despair, Your Majesty,

you'll always have me.

- East.
- That'll take us close to Nargoth.

- We'll make sure you get home safe.
- Thank you.

We should move fast. Nicci may have
run away, but she'll be back.

With her powers.

- To Nargoth then.
- Uh, not until I get out of this dress.

Why? A little lower on the neckline
and you may never need another Agiel.

And had you done this a year ago,

Darken Rahl would have surrendered
at the sight of you.

And if you're going
to wear a hem that short,

you should get rid of the stockings
and show a little skin.