Reign (2013–2017): Season 1, Episode 10 - Sacrifice - full transcript

NOSTRADAMUS: Since Mary, Queen of Scotland,

was a child,

the English have wanted
her country and her crown.

She is sent to France to wed its next king,

to save herself and her people,

a bond that should protect her.

But there are forces that conspire...

forces of darkness,

forces of the heart.

Long may she reign.

Previously on Reign...



Don't pretend this faith
is so strange to you.

BLOOD PRIES: Your mother's
blood is our blood.

I practice my father's religion. As do you.

Mary's presence here will
cost you your firstborn.

I will stake my claim on England

and I will marry your son,

but not Francis, Bash.

Legitimize him and make him

the next King of France.

You end up with a king

and three kingdoms under your rule,

and I lose everything!

Imprison her.

I never wanted my brother's crown.



So will you take it to save his life?

You are throwing away everything
we had for superstition!

To the future King and Queen of France,

Scotland and England.

(birds chirping)

(clattering, grunting)

(grunting)

(yells)

(panting)

(grunts)

Learn to expect the blade you can't see.

Otherwise, it'll be the last thing

you ever learn.

I thought I might find you here.

Enjoying yourself?

Did you hear that, Alec?

We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves.

Mm, actually, you're supposed
to be in the throne room.

There was a royal audience today,

and the Acting Regent usually presides.

Lord Hugo can manage.

Privy Councilors fill in
for father all the time.

Bash, there is a reason that
your father left you in charge.

He needs to know that you can do the job.

He's gone to Rome to have you
legitimized, and if he succeeds,

you will be next in line
for the throne of France.

Which was meant to be a
secret until he got back.

Now the whole throne room knows,

and they're just waiting
for me to make a mistake.

There is nothing you can do about that

except go and do the job.

Mary, the nobles don't
care if I'm up to the job.

I'm a threat to every
legitimate son in the kingdom.

If a bastard is allowed to take power,

suddenly their claim to
power is half as strong.

You want me to tell you that
the nobles are on your side?

They're not.

But you won't be the first king

that's had to subdue a restive nobility.

You can do it.

So...

thanks to my father's lust for England

and your need to marry a French king,

I have a target on my back.

Which explains why my
mother sent Alec here,

my delightful new bodyguard.

Alec, I'm glad you're here.

That makes one of us.

Bash, I know I backed you into this,

and I'm sorry but...

Don't apologize.

I accepted this with my eyes open.

FARMER: I could tell it
wasn't worth but two chickens.

But when I went to milk the
goat, she was dry as dust.

And this liar took four of my chickens,

good laying chickens, in trade.

I deserve them chickens back.

My Lord Regent...

the good man is speaking to you.

He seeks the crown's judgment.

So sorry, Lord Hugo.

My judgment.

My judgment is that I have

no way of knowing what this
other man promised or didn't.

But I know that if you had tried

to milk that goat before you took her,

there'd be no issue.

So, we'll have no satisfaction?

BASH: I suppose not.

Unless you eat the goat

and the taste delights you. (laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

Well, the Regent has rendered his judgment.

We'll hear the next complaint!

If I die of boredom while
hearing my people's grievances,

am I playing into the Queen's hands?

Stop being so flippant.

Your people are trying to get to know you.

This is important.

My Lord Regent,

this man claims his house was robbed

by this woman.

What is this about?

This man claims

that this woman broke into his house

and stole several items of value.

MAN: Search her house and
you'll find 'em, I'll warrant.

Two pewter mugs and a fine-looking glass.

Handed down from me mother, they was.

Probably stole 'em to
help with that baby she got

- with no husband.
- That's a lie.

MAN: Ask her why she won't
let me look in her house, then.

It's a lie, that's why. They just want...

LORD HUGO: Yes?

What is it that they want, young lady?

Does Bash know this girl?

Nothing.

My Lord Regent...

shall I have the castle guard
search this woman's house?

Of course.

Have her held in the castle
until her house can be searched.

Who's next?

(crowd murmuring)

WOMAN: My Lord Regent,

I just came to say

it's an honor to see you, sir.

We hear talk of this handsome bastard

who's ruling while King Henry's away.

- Begging pardon, no offense.
- None taken.

- If I might offer a blessing just to wish you well.
- That's far enough.

- For the Lord demands the bastard's removal.
- I said, that's far enough.

(woman gasping)

(crowd excitedly chattering)

This was meant for the Regent.

It was an attempt on his life. Come here.

- Take this criminal to the jails.
- WOMAN: The bastard must die!

LOLA: You think Lord
Hugo had a hand in this?

Why, he wouldn't dare
without the Queen behind him.

- I want this room clear!
- Good luck proving it.

The cat's paw will be dead
before she gets to the jails.

(indistinct chattering)

Oh!

Hello, Mary.

I was told that no one should be allowed

to enter these chambers, except for guards

and maidservants, as per the King's orders.

I can see that the list has grown

to include dressers, footmen, cooks,

and decorators.

And maybe some Privy Councilmen?

Yes, Your Grace. But the Queen...

MARY: Is terrifying, yes, I understand.

But you need to remember that
the King is also terrifying,

and he will be home soon.

CATHERINE: Oh, Mary, stop harassing him.

I'm still locked in a tower, am I not?

Someone just tried to kill Bash.

Well, is Sebastian all right?

I said, tried... to kill him.

Well, is he... injured?

How did this happen?

Ah, were you hoping I'd let something slip?

Some clue that confirmed I
had something to do with this?

Well, is there anyone in the kingdom

who wants Bash dead more than you?

Any nobleman, I'd say, for starters.

Anyone who loves France enough
to wish it a proper king.

Didn't Henry say that if
anything happened to Bash,

he'd have your head?

Mm. Even Henry can't execute
a queen without trial.

And trials demand evidence.

Are you really surprised
that I'd oppose Sebastian?

Would you do any differently

if your children were
robbed of their birthright?

But you know why I can't marry Francis.

(sighs) I'm doing this to save his life.

Even he understands that.

Which is why he left.

Giving up the throne.

What you're up to has
nothing to do with my son.

It's a plot that you
hatched with my husband

to take over England,

so the two of you could
rule half of Europe.

Henry gave me no choice
and my mother insisted.

(scoffs) That doesn't mean I can allow it.

So you're going to continue
with your attempts on Bash?

Mary, sweet Mary,

I don't attempt to do anything, I do it.

I think not.

(Mary claps)

I want everything in this room removed.

Every stick of furniture,

every rug, every tapestry,

and every crumb of food.

(gasps) Out!

Not that!

That's my eye cream.

Be careful. Could be poisoned.

You, from now on,

no servant is to enter or
exit, except by my leave,

or the leave of one of my ladies.

Violators will face the headsman.

Well, everything out of here! Now!

Bash, I just visited
Catherine in the tower.

I'm sure she's the one behind
the attempt on your life

- but I can't prove any...
- I think I can.

I got this from the blade intended for him.

There's only one thing'll
make a wound do that. Poison.

- Alec, are you all right?
- I've felt better.

But I might manage if this poultice works.

That's why Catherine asked
if you'd been injured.

She knew you just needed
to be scratched by the knife

for her plan to work.

Yes, but that's not why we're here, Mary.

Isabel?

- Your Grace.
- What is she doing here?

Catherine's been busy.

Either she knew her attempt
on my life might fail,

or she wanted to condemn my memory.

I don't understand.

There's a reason this girl
was accused of thievery.

They wanted her house to be searched.

For what reason?

Isabel's father was a traitor.

Tried and beheaded for his crimes.

A traitor.

But what does that have to do...

They knew that if they searched her house

they'd find proof of her kinship to him

and they knew what that might mean to me.

Sebastian, if this girl is
pregnant with your child...

The child is not mine.

Catherine thinks so, I'm sure,

but... on that much, she's wrong.

On that much?

Isabel's father was my
mother's half-brother.

No one knows of our
true connection, not yet,

but if they learn...

that a traitor was my uncle...

You could never be king.

BASH: Alec bribed a
guard to release Isabel,

and since she's only
a thief to the jailers,

they thought nothing of it.

But breaking her out of the jails...

are you sure this is wise?

Of course it isn't wise.
But what choice did I have?

They're already headed
to "find" the supposed

proof that will tie her
to her father's treason.

Once they have it, they'll torture her,

make her confess her ties to me.

Her true ties,

which is even worse than what they believe.

And what do they believe?

Likely the same thing you thought.

That you were lovers.

- Were you two seen together?
- They must've,

when I visited her in the village.

There must be some way to fight this.

You are the Regent.

The Regent they're working so hard

to tie to a traitor's daughter.

Why do you think Hugo

brought her before me?

He wanted to see my reaction.

He wanted the whole court

to see my reaction.

I can't intercede for her, Mary.

I can't show any interest
in her case at all.

(sighs)

I'm taking her someplace safe

and I'm taking her now.

It's her only chance.

But where is safe?

I've sent word to my
other cousins in Bernay.

They're going to meet us and hide her

until they can get her to Paris.

Then she can stay at my mother's.

All right.

But she can't leave the
castle looking the same

way she did when she came in, can she?

It's all right, Isabel.

We do this daily for Mary.

It's, um... it's not that,

it's just these clothes...

Are they too warm for you?

No, I'm... I'm just tired

and my belly hurts from
moving around so much.

When is her baby due?

The midwives say she
has a month or so left.

The midwife is wrong. The
baby is going to come soon.

- How do you know?
- I watched the nuns

bring a lot of babies into the world.

Then I'll take her straight to a midwife.

Well, you know you can't do that.

The midwives are all in the village,

that's the first place that Hugo will look.

If you let them

catch you together, you're lost.

Well, we can't stay here.

No, you have to leave.

And take me with you.

Mary... no.

Bash, this is my fault.

If I hadn't pressed you to take the throne,

you wouldn't have this target

on your back, and neither would Isabel.

This is my risk to take,

for my family.

She's a girl who could

give birth at any moment,

while your bodyguard could collapse

from his wounds just as soon.

You are not equipped

to deal with this alone.

Mary, are you sure?

Think:

this the only way to keep
Bash's hands clean of this.

If I leave in a carriage

with Isabel, Bash can ride

in a different direction and meet us later.

No one will know that he
and Isabel left together.

Catherine and Hugo

can think what they want,

but they'll have no witnesses.

How does she look?

Like some awful baroness.

I'm no worse than you,

you gussied-up fop of a future king.

MARY: I think you look perfect.

Take her through the passageways.

The path to the stables is still marked.

Please.

Every moment we wait, she is more at risk.

The hardest job, really, is yours.

I'm leaving you in charge of Catherine.

In charge of her? How?

She needs to remain cut off.

With no messages to go to or from her.

And we need to find something, anything,

that ties her to these plots against Bash.

The only thing she fears is threat

of exposure to Henry.

Can you do that for me?

We'll try.

Be careful.

- She's dangerous.
- Oh, really? We hadn't noticed.

You're the one that needs to be careful.

And quick.

Now go.

CATHERINE: Servant!

(pounding on door)

(echoes): Where are my servants?!

I am hungry,

I have a chamber pot to be emptied,

and the longer I am made to wait,

the more creative I will become

in my retribution!

Be quiet. Do you want

the whole castle to know your humiliation?

If you want to rule again,

you'll need the castle's respect.

If I want to rule again,

I will need you to stop bungling.

How did the bastard not
die from that poison?

His mother sent him a bodyguard.

Well, how have we not bought that man?

He's only just arrived.

And the price of new friends has gone up

since Mary reminded the
guards to fear Henry.

It was awfully expensive

to buy my way in here this time.

It will be worth the
investment, I promise you.

You're sure?

I'm beginning to fear Henry myself.

Only a fool would fear Henry

more than that bastard.

Do I have to remind you, Lord Hugo,

what happens to your lands,
your title, your power,

once Henry has changed

the rules of succession?

I am with you, My Queen,

so long as I have your
protection from Henry.

Well...

with the bastard gone,

Henry will have to keep the line intact.

And you will be safe,

and every future king will be in your debt.

Is that good enough for you?

Has Sebastian tried to escape

with the girl yet?

The bodyguard has broken
them out of the jails.

They should try to make their escape soon.

Well, they have to be
found together, both dead,

so their bodies can tell the tale.

The King's half-wit bastard

and his secret whore,

the traitor's daughter,

set upon by thieves.

You do understand, don't you?

They will be followed at a safe distance

until it is night.

And then it will be done.

Properly, this time.

Very good.

Oh. Next time you come,

can you please bring me some proper food?

All Mary's left me is
this hideously stale bread

and I'm famished.

The next time I come,

I'll bring you a crown.

(horse whinnies)

Bash was right... the villager with

the poisoned knife is gone, and the jailer

has no idea where she went.

Into the lake, no doubt,

with rocks in her pockets.

Greer?

Queen's guards were seen riding out

in the same direction that Mary went.

Don't they know plotting
against the King's son

will get them killed?

Henry won't stand for it.

Well, that's why the
Queen's in the middle of it.

She must be promising them her protection.

But Mary asked us to find evidence.

What if the Queen hasn't left any?

Then we at least have to slow her down.

BASH: Let's let the
horses rest for a spell.

I'm going to check the roads,
see if the castle guards

- are still back behind us.
- I'll come with you.

Two sets of eyes are better than one.

BASH: Alec...

stay here with my cousin.

I'm not going anywhere.

Need to find herbs to
refresh this poultice.

Will you be offended
if I take all this off?

- It makes me feel...
- BASH: Trapped?

I know the feeling.

I'll help you get out
of it when we get back.

How can you have an uncle

that no one knows about?

I'm not the first bastard
to bless my family.

My mother's father had a bastard son, too.

His name was Jonathan Durand.

Isabel's father.

I never knew him.

Our families weren't close.

When he was executed,

Isabel came to live
with my family, secretly.

And how did the Queen

find out about the connection?

No doubt one of her spies

saw me visiting her.

Were you taking her money?

And food.

And a lot of unwanted advice.

She was supposed to
marry the baby's father,

but he passed away in a border skirmish

a few months ago.

You're like a big brother to her.

A proper big brother

wouldn't have gotten her into this mess.

You didn't get her into this mess, I did.

Mary...

stop blaming yourself.

I would like to, but when you say

that you feel trapped,
I can't help but wonder...

But I don't feel trapped by you.

I feel trapped by the politics,

the rules, the formalities.

(sighs) What I feel about you is...

You don't have to explain.

Our engagement happened so fast,

we haven't had time to...

(horses whinnying, men shouting)

MARY: Here come the guards.
Let's go. If those are

the Queen's men, they've
already tried to kill you once.

They won't worry about bringing
you back alive, or Isabel.

There's a fork in the road just ahead.

The one they expect us to take is shorter,

it skirts around the
forest. But the other one...

It goes through the Blood Wood.

A road they wouldn't want to follow.

Is this really necessary?

The Regent ordered you

not to pass messages inside the castle.

You defied his order.

CATHERINE: I see.

So the three of you have come

to buck each other up,
because I'm so frightening?

Or did you all just want the pleasure

of seeing me brought so low?

I suppose a little bit of each, actually.

(chuckles)

I guess you're a bit starved
for entertainment, Kenna,

now that the King's rejected you.

You're so beautiful, I marvel to think

at how grating and tedious you must also be

to achieve such a thing.

Leave her alone.

Greer of Kinross.

Oh, you're so plucky

and brave and ripe and ready.

Coming to court to sell yourself to a noble

in order to salvage your father's failures.

I hope your flesh isn't too weak

to safeguard your virtue,

as it's all your family has left.

You can stop bullying everyone now.

The reason we came here is
to tell you we're the only

three faces you'll be seeing for a while.

No more guards, no more servants,

no one else you can threaten or bribe.

So you're the strong one.

Are you also the smart one, Lola?

If so, you'd know

you've already let your queen down.

You three coming here tells
me she's not in the castle.

Otherwise, she'd have
delivered this message.

It also tells me she's probably
off helping that bastard

and his escaped lover.

And you saying so tells us Mary was right.

You've had a hand in
every plot against Bash,

including the one on his life.

And if you've left a scrap
of evidence, we'll find it.

Run, little girls, run away.

(cawing)

MARY: Her water's broken.

My baby's coming.

- And soon.
- How soon?

The labor can take minutes
or it can take hours.

Either way, we won't be getting out

of the Blood Woods before it's dark.

We can't go back.

The Queen's guards will catch us.

And even if we could turn back,

she can't give birth in a moving carriage.

Both she and the baby could die.

Here, at least she has a chance.

There's a tent in the carriage.

We'll have no fire,

and the moment this baby is born,

we get back on the road, day or night.

(horses snoring, distant animals calling)

My muscles hurt so much, I can barely move.

Have you had anything to drink?

Some milk yesterday morning. Why?

I've seen this before.
And the muscles clench

without enough water,

and it might have brought

your birthing pains on early. Bash?

There's a stream just north of here.

Alec's outside. I won't be long.

You must think very little of me.

Pregnant, with no husband, no
job, no way to feed a family.

Not at all.

Bash told me you lost the
baby's father. I'm sorry.

You're awfully kind.

- I can't quite believe it.
- That I'd be kind?

That I have a queen
wiping sweat off my brow,

like, I was the Queen, not you.

Do you really think royals are so different

from ordinary people?

Well, just look at you.

What about Bash?

He could be king someday soon.

And married to you, I hear.

Is that so hard to imagine?

The married bit, no.

I've seen the way he looks at you.

The king bit, though...

You can't imagine your cousin as a king?

Don't kings have to make
awful decisions sometimes?

Betray their friends for
the good of their country?

Don't they have to be nice to people

they'd much rather hit with a shovel?

Sometimes, yes. (chuckles)

Then, no, I can't recommend him.

(groans)

The pains are starting

to come in faster now. It's almost time.

(sighs)

Lovely Kenna, as long as
we're stuck here together,

you on guard duty, me under guard,

let's speak frankly, shall we?

My advice, if you want it,

is to leave Mary's service
as soon as she leaves France,

and go someplace far away from politics.

You're not smart enough
to survive at court.

But you are pretty enough
to land a good husband

and to lead a nice quiet life.

You're awfully confident.

Why shouldn't I be?

Sebastian is already captured by
now with the traitor's daughter,

or else if he's foolish enough,

he's gone into the Blood Wood.

Either way, my problems
are soon to be solved.

Are you sure you want

- to be sharing one of your plots with me?
- Do you think I care

what the King's former bed
thing chooses to gossip?

Spoken words aren't evidence.

They vanish like smoke in the
wind as soon as they're spoken.

Surely, all the King's promises

taught you that.

You're so very right.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

I'm not done abusing you.

You're taking away my only amusement!

(moans)

- We need more water.
- I'll be right back.

Mary, no, you mustn't!

(gasping)

(branches crackling,
Isabel breathing heavily)

(horse snorts)

(gasps)

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

(branches crackling, horse snorts softly)

(horse whinnies)

They're here!

I saw their lights in the woods,

and they've set up their symbols outside.

Bash, look. It's the same as the one

they used to mark me for
sacrifice. Those hideous pagans.

Hideous pagans? You mean the Blood Cult?

What difference does it make?

They're bloodthirsty heretics.

Not every pagan is bloodthirsty.

BASH: That's enough.

If they are outside...

They tried to mark us for death.

They put their symbols up outside the tent,

but I tore them down.

You did what?

You don't understand.

These pagans...

Bash, tell them, tell them what they...

(branches crackling
nearby, horses snorting)

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

(men speaking indistinctly)

(gasps)

(horse whinnies)

(gasps)

Bilkemen.

Unay.

Ari-aye mondana.

BASH, ISABEL AND ALEC: Bilkemen. Unay.

Ari-aye mondana.

Bilkemen. Unay. Ari-aye mondana.

Bilkemen. Unay. Ari-aye mondana.

Bilkemen. Unay. Ari-aye mondana!

- (horse whinnies, blade rings)
- (Mary gasps)

BASH: They slaughtered one of the horses.

They're gone now. We're safe.

We're safe? You think after
what just happened we're safe?

They would have slaughtered all of us,

but they heard our prayers,

and they chose one of the horses instead.

They spared us because they
thought we we're pagans,

because you are pagans, all of you.

That's what you've been hiding from me.

You're a heretic!

What I am is alive... and so are you.

Mary. Mary, wait, please. Listen to me.

You're the one who hung the
medallion on the tent, aren't you?

You put this horrid symbol up,
so they would kill something else,

because we were one of them!

You don't understand.

This is why you didn't
want me to help with Isabel.

This is why your uncle was put to death!

He was a pagan, a heretic, wasn't he?

Mary, calm down before you
say something you don't mean.

You lied to me! You
hid this horrible shame!

What shame is that, exactly?

You're just like them.

The monsters... who killed this animal.

Who sacrifice people
and revel in their blood!

Well, why aren't you saying anything?!

Why would I respond to
such ignorant cruelty?

The pagan is calling the Catholic ignorant?

To begin with, I'm not pagan, Mary.

I'm Catholic, same as
you, same as my mother.

Those were pagan prayers! You told me that!

They're just words.

I'm not even sure what they mean.

I learned them as a small child

visiting Isabel's family.

I heard them repeated, the way a child

hears the Lord's Prayer,
so I know them by heart now.

And Isabel? And Alec?

They are believers.

Isabel learned the faith from her father.

And she clung to it even more
tightly when he was beheaded

for defending it.

The same way anyone would.

The same way thousands of Christians did,

when their families were martyred.

(Isabel gasps)

Most pagans are just like us, Mary.

They live and they pray

and they struggle exactly as we do.

They just happen to see

something different when they picture God.

And what of the monsters
who slaughtered this horse?

Those devils come from a branch

of the faith, some violent sect

that makes no sense to me...

or Alec or Isabel.

What is this sect?

All I know is they worship
a deity I've never heard of.

They believe that they're
serving some thing,

a beast in these woods
that craves human blood.

(Isabel gasps)

The baby! Come quick!

(Isabel screams)

Come on, Isabel.

Just one more, one more.

Just push, push. (shrieks)

It's all right. It's almost here.

Come on. One more time.

(screams) Good girl. Uh!

(crying)

Oh!

(crying)

(Isabel sobs softly)

Is he all right?

It's a she!

She's more than all right.

(crying)

She's beautiful.

♪ Got a lot to do ♪

♪ I've got a lot to do ♪

♪ Oh-oh, but that can wait ♪

♪ I've got a lot to prove to nobody ♪

♪ I've got a lot to prove ♪

♪ I've got a lot to prove ♪

♪ Oh-oh, but that can wait. ♪

Lola,

you're back.

Apparently, last time I
wasn't unpleasant enough.

I just came to say thank you.

For what?

I thought having Kenna outside your door

might provoke you, and it did.

You boasted that spoken words

were like smoke in the
wind, useless as evidence,

and that gave Kenna a brilliant idea.

Kenna? A brilliant idea?

The evidence we needed
against you was written words.

You must recognize your own seal.

I do, but I don't recognize these letters.

This one contains your instructions

to hire a villager to attack
Bash with a poisoned knife.

You are holding one of
Greer's practice letters.

She does a good job with
your hand, don't you think?

Why would I ever put this on paper?

- It makes no sense.
- Does it matter?

We have this letter and we have the knife.

If those are enough to
make Henry investigate,

can you trust that none of your guards

will confess under torture?

What do you think Henry will do

when he learns you were working

to undermine his favorite son?

To sabotage his plans for England?

Don't you want to know
what the second one says?

Not particularly.

Well, you should thank us for this one.

This one shows that you are selfless,

kind and benevolent.

You've ordered your gold stores be used

to pay for a public banquet

in honor of the Acting Regent, Bash.

Wine, ale, musicians

and 50 roasted pigs.

No expense to be spared.

You... huh.

Lord Hugo did look taken
aback when he read it,

but he's already ordered
the preparations begun.

This first letter...

Who has seen this?

Well, that's up to you.

If any harm comes to Mary or Bash,

or any of us, Henry
and Francis will see it.

If not...

One of Mary's ladies
turned out to be a spy,

the other a forger. And Kenna...

well, let's be kind and
call her a seductress.

What are you?

A few months ago,

you killed a man I loved.

Ah, Colin.

So, you're bitter, then.

No, I'd say that title falls to you.

You justify what you do to protect

your son, but where is he now?

You've driven him away.

You're bitter, and alone.

I had my reasons.

I don't care why you abuse your power.

I just want it taken away from you.

Forever.

(door slams shut)

If we ride out soon,

we can be home from the
rendezvous by nightfall.

Bash, I wanted to apologize.

Last night

- I said some things that...
- You were scared.

We all were.

Forget it.

I can't forget it.

And really, neither can you.

What do you mean?

When your father gets home,

if the Pope agrees to his terms

and makes you the next heir,

things are going to
start moving very quickly.

Henry will want us married immediately.

And the moment you say yes,

the moment we are married,

you will be the King of Scotland,

and not long after
that, the King of France.

You will have hundreds

more enemies,

far more than you have now.

People endlessly seeking
your vulnerabilities.

My family's secrets, you mean.

I mean your family's importance to you.

You would do anything for them,

in spite of the risk

to yourself, or to your
crown, and I see that now.

And you think that's irresponsible.

I think it's noble.

Which is why I think you may not want this,

in your heart.

And I want you to have a choice.

If you don't want a crown...

if you don't want to marry
me, I will understand.

There's something wrong with Isabel.

Please!

Isabel... what's wrong?

Look at me.

Oh, no.

What? What is it?

She's still bleeding.

And it won't stop.

(sighs)

Bash, I've seen this happen before.

Then we'll get her out of here.

Find someone who can help her.

Bash...

Promise you'll care for the baby,

the same way you always cared for me.

(baby cooing)

Find her a home and a family...

Don't talk this way.

You'll care for her yourself.

Promise me.

(baby fussing)

I will.

On my word.

Isabel...

(fusses)

BASH: Isabel.

Isabel.

(baby crying)

(softly): Isabel.

(sighs)

(owl hoots)

You look so like your mother.

If you have half her heart,

you'll add plenty of joy to this world.

(baby fussing)

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

BASH: Please take this
child to the court nursery,

but use discretion.

Hide her existence among the
other children you care for.

I'm caring for two new ones

and a duke's visiting niece.

She'll fit right in.

If anyone asks you
where the baby came from,

you found her at the castle door.

That's all you know.

- Do you understand?
- Of course.

I'll say nothing.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...

Did you see the baby's foot?

It's a mark that pagans sometimes put

on their newborns, to distinguish the baby

in the eyes of their gods.

Isabel must have put it there.

Who knows of this tradition?

Any pagan would.

Some villagers might.

Will the mark fade?

It should, eventually.

Well, let's pray that
eventually comes soon.

(distant bells toll)

We wondered where you
had gone, My Lord Regent,

when you disappeared so suddenly.

BASH: I went hunting,

and I found this fugitive.

I asked her why she fled
the jails, and she...

threatened me with a knife.

I...

The Regent was forced to kill her, my lord.

She fought him, but he
made quick work of it.

Well, it's no wonder she threatened you.

When we searched this girl's home,

we found not only stolen property,

but proof that her father

was Jonathan Durand,

a well-known traitor.

Never heard of him.

Oh, he was part of an
uprising 15 years ago,

after the crown burned dozens of heretics.

He was suspected of being a pagan himself.

Well, whoever he was,

- now his line is ended.
- Is it?

I seem to remember that
this girl was with child.

This is the way I found her.

She must have delivered
her baby and left it behind.

We can only hope the wolves

ended the child's life quickly.

Indeed.

The unwanted child of a criminal

deserves no better than the
unwanted criminal herself.

Just as the cowardly plotter

deserves no better than
his hidden puppeteer.

How is your friend, the Queen?

If she's too cold and lonely in her cell,

we can always find her some company.

No.

Thank you, but

Isabel's people don't put
cut flowers on their graves.

Flowers wither away,

and adorn death with more death.

But how are we to properly
mark her grave, then?

I know that it must
have been so hard for you

to present her body to court

like she was some kind of criminal.

(sighs)

There is another tradition, but...

you won't like it.

What is it?

Please.

We owe our bodies and lives to the earth,

so pagans give thanks

with what is most vital to us.

♪ And meet... ♪

♪ Me there ♪

♪ Bundles of flowers ♪

♪ We'll wait through the hours ♪

♪ Of cold ♪

(grunts)

♪ Shelter... ♪

♪ As we go ♪

Mary...

I've thought about what you said.

I never wanted a crown,

but if that's my fate, I'll accept it.

I'll learn to wear it.

But you need to know something:

I'm not Francis.

My duty will never be to some country,

some land, some throne.

If I'm married to you,

you'll be my family.

I'll be in it for you, and only you.

And if that's not what proper kings do...

♪ Who am I ♪

♪ Darling, to you ♪

♪ Who am I ♪

♪ I come alone here ♪

♪ I come alone here... ♪