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Doesn'’t matter
what happened before.

Here we can begin again.

What sort of a man are you?

-I am your man.
-Yes.

Come.

In a few days, you will meet

the men you will marry.

Unlike back home,
you have the upper hand.

Choose wisely.

I did what you asked.

Land cleared. Iroquois blamed.
The time to move

on this territory is now.

No.

We must not appear anxious.
The Hudson Bay Company

must see as allies,
and I will take care of that.

The time is now, Mr. Cooke.

Is Mr. Cross missing, then?

It'’s been a month
since his last report.

He was a punctual man.

I'’m here to discover his fate.

-Who might you serve,
Mr. Goames?
-The truth.

Mr. Goames?

What'’s this?

Found them out by the settlement
near the creek.

There were no survivors.

I conducted
a thorough search myself.

Not thorough enough, it seems.

We did our best.

Do you know who she belongs to?

She has the mark of the devil.

It'’s just a birthmark.
Nothing more.

-Now move away.
-You shall hand them over to me

so that I can see to their care
and recovery.

We can manage without
your assistance, Captain.

One guest per room.
-You will move

and apply what is owed.

No!

No.

Uh, as a priest,

he can have a slot
at the stable.

Perhaps it is best
to keep out the curious.

I will not have
my business suffer.

Hush, Francis.

I will draw the girl a bath.

And fetch Veronique'’s dresses
from the chest.

I will not, Mathilde.

We have no use for them.

You will fetch them for me now.

I will not.

Would you like me
to visit your bed or not?

I will stay away
a very long time.

Winter.

Spring.

Duquet.

Duquet.

No, no.

N-No.

Monsieur Trepagny.

Duquet is gone.

Did you stay on the path?

No.

What sort of a man are you?

I don'’t know what you mean.

Well, you vouched for Duquet.

You gave your word
on his character.

I take him here to my Doma,

show him the path
to become a free and landed man,

and now he has fled the contract
of his indenture,

leaving me to suspect what lurks
in your heart.

Will you flee?

Or sink your ax into my skull

the moment I turn my back?

No, sir.

I will have you know

if you abandon our agreement
like our compatriot Duquet,

I will weigh twofold
on your hide

the fair and proper punishment
due your ilk.

I am a man of my word.

You had better be.

Now...

Tell me of the ram.

It is no coincidence

that Duquet took his leave

after bringing
that cursed ram here.

Duquet said nothing to me.

Now...

I fear

I have loosed something
into this world

I will soon regret.

-Duquet?
-Yeah.

A cunning creature who,

if he does not find his death,
will prosper

as frog to pond,

rat to rot.

The clever Duquet
will find his place

in Wobik.

Duquet is afraid of the woods.
He will get lost and die.

I'’m sure of it.

He will overcome that fear
because he is a rat,

and he will prosper
with his teeth and claws

and never-full belly.

I will search again. Tomorrow.

No.

You must return to your duties.

Now...

if I may avail myself

of your fire just for a moment.

Monsieur Trepagny is passed out
in my cabin.

That is a good place for him.

Come in and eat.

We shall see to Trepagny after.

Shut the door.

-Did Trepagny ask of your day?
-He did.

I will not tell him
of your trip to the manor house.

It will be our secret.

And tomorrow,
I will show you another secret.

I have trees to clear
for the Doma.

Please.

Thank you.

Mari...

how did the manor house
get there?

It'’s a secret.

Who built it?

Men like you.

Many men.

What happened to those men?

Mm.

They left.

Why doesn'’t Trepagny stay
in the manor?

He is waiting for a sign,

and then we will live
in it together.

As husband and wife?

Yes.

He must not know

that you have seen it.

Perhaps now you could help me
with returning

Monsieur Trepagny to his bed.

He has already been in it.

Twice.

I will not have him again.

Not when he has been
into the brandy.

You can tell me what this is?

Trepagny writes these letters.

I won'’t intrude
on another man'’s business.

You can read?

-Yes.
-Good. Then you shall tell me

what it says,
and I will not tell Trepagny

of your trip to the manor house
and of what you saw.

Then you will help me
return him to bed?

Yes. You have my word.

What does it say?

Nothing.

Even I can see the words.

-They are to the filles du roi.
-No.

It is about land, Mari.
A business dealing.

And that he is a faithful
and loyal servant of the church.

He has more land
than he can hold.

It is for a fille du roi.
He wants to fill the Doma

-with children.
-It is about land, Mari,
and nothing more.

Now, please.

Help me return him to bed.

Do not lie to me.

A fair offer.

May we agree on that?

We'’ve told you our price.

You have told me your price,

and I have told you mine.

And now we find
the middle ground.

Middle ground.

Is that where you stick it
to us, Mr. Cooke?

Your land is swamp.

The trees are twisted.

They'’re good for fence posts,

not so much for barrel stavings.

And there are the Iroquois
to consider.

My brother believes Levesque
will offer twice your price.

A Frenchman

who whispers of no conditions

that we hide his name
on the deed.

Go with Levesque.

But you should know it is his
wife who holds the purse strings

and she holds them tighter
than she holds his bawbels.

And if his offer'’s
really twofold my own,

-then what are we doing here?
-We only wish

a fair price from you if we are
to keep our name on the deed.

It is a sad fact of industry
that not every man can profit.

But in the interests
of concluding this little chat,

I will offer you
an additional 42.

And in return,
you will vacate the land,

from the trail to the creek,

and cover my title
in your good French name.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

Move off.

You told me that this was done.

How is it
that they found survivors, then?

Sit.

I-I don'’t know.

You asked me
to clear the land of them.

-That'’s what I did.
-No.

I expressed an interest
in the parcel.

You proposed a fix,

the details of which
I remain gladly ignorant.

I did what you wanted me to do.

And yet it was somehow buggered.

How was that?

I delegated it to Henri Marth.

-You delegated it
to Henri Marth?
-I will fix it.

I think
it'’s a little late for that.

Priest and a little girl.

If they saw what happened,
we are done for.

I will not have it jeopardize
everything I have worked for.

It will not land
on your doorstep, Mr. Cooke.

Well,

perhaps I should put you back
to simpler tasks.

Clean it.

I'’m not your chambermaid.

-We are partners, Mr. Cooke.
-No, we are not partners.

Not equally.

Now, clean it.

And do it thoroughly this time.

I will send Thom up.

Only if you would have him
watch you

on your knees,
like a woman.

Clean it.

Now.

Where are we going, Mother?

To visit Claudette

so that you can see
what awaits you

when you choose your husband.

Claudette came here
just like you, with nothing,

and now she has a husband,

land

and a fortune of children.

Does she live near where
the massacre happened?

Not far.

There is nothing to worry about.

We will be well watched.

And, besides,
Captain Bouchard has assured me

that the Iroquois have moved on.

It'’s no wonder they moved on.

Only a witch would live
in this squalor.

Mother Sabrine would not bring
us here unless it were safe.

All witches possess a mark.

What is yours?

Ow.

Mother Sabrine,

I apologize, as I'’m not prepared
to accept visitors yet.

My child,
there is no need to apologize.

What is this, Claudette?

Mother Sabrine
has blessed us with a visit.

-We are simply here to say
good day and to speak

-of women'’s business.

-Women'’s business?
-Yes.

Those things that men prefer
not to think about.

Of course.

Oh, my. Here.

What happened?

One must be careful
when one bounds around

with such abandonment,

for God will smite you
where you stand.

I am away to town.

-I will return before sundown.

Two dozen more,

and you are good on your day,
Monsieur Sel.

Okay.

Ah, the light.

You see how it shines
right through me?

No.

You are ignorant of the light.

Soon, you will be learned
on the bend of it.

What are we cutting
the trees for?

To build. To raise up.

You'’ll see.

Two dozen more.

Shall I take up the search
for Duquet after I'’m done?

No, no, no, no.

We will endure
without the rat'’s presence.

-Please, I mean no harm.

What is that?

Yes.

It does resemble a fox.

I shall call you...

Renardette

until you find your proper name.

Hmm?

Come. Sit.

Okay.

We shall burn it.

That is the fix.

It will be gone from this world.

My Veronique

had such poor hair.

Coarse and unruly.

Like hay stalks.

But you, my dear...

...have the most beautiful hair.

It'’s fine,

and shiny.

Which do you fancy?

The blue?

Very well.

We will start with the blue.

It will bring out
the color of your eyes.

Stand guard over him.

Should I send
for one of his own?

No. If the Jesuits take him,

then we won'’t get
his full account

of what happened out there.

I'’ve been sent to fetch you
for Mother Sabrine.

What is wrong?

I'’m fine.

It'’s nothing.

Nothing about this place
is fine.

But it can be made better.

Not my husband.

He cannot be made better.

I picked wrong.

You still have a chance.

Whomever you pick,

make sure he lives
within the walls of Wobik.

I can assure you,

I will choose my husband
with more wisdom

as to his land and station.

We'’re only here
to spread our legs

and let men seed our wombs
for New France.

Don'’t be stupid.

Shut your legs.

I can'’t do that.

Then take a knife to his wick.

You'’ve done your share,

already borne him
three children.

Four.

-I'’m pregnant.

The last one nearly killed me.

This one certainly will.

You mustn'’t let it.

Take the trade, Claudette.

Live to raise your children.

-Are you suggesting...
-If you want to live,
there is a way.

No.

-No, I-I can'’t.
-I saw some cohash over here.

My mother showed me
how to use it.

I will show you. Come.

Here, give me your hand.

Chew them.

Your child will be no more.

French?

Charles Duquet.

Where are you from?

-I was born near St. Germain.
-No.

In New France.
Who do you serve?

Who do you belong to?

Help me escape these savages.
They have tortured me.

I swear I will serve
and earn my keep.

Mr. Duquet, is it?

We speak your language,

and we speak it quite well.

Sachem, I apologize on behalf
of this fellow Frenchman.

Uh...

take these needles
in amends for his insults.

You don'’t want him?

No.

Let him be yourburden now.

Is this what
you wanted to show me?

No, it'’s not.

Come.

This is my secret, Rene.

-Trepagny owns this?

He has a piece of paper
that says he does,

from a king who has never
set foot in this world.

But it doesn'’t matter.

It is Trepagny'’s,
and therefore it will be Theo'’s.

It'’s beautiful.

Come.

Does it have a name?

Does it not exist if it doesn'’t
have a name in your language?

It'’s just a lake.

There are many more like it
over that rise.

Come. I will show you
something else you can'’t name.

Mari?

:
Mari...

Mari?

The girl and the priest,
where are they?

I don'’t like being snuck up on.

Well, I don'’t enjoy hearing news
secondhand, Mathilde.

Serves you right.

Where are they?

The priest, he is mad.

He is in the stables
talking to horses.

The girl... bring her to me
at the cooperage.

Mr. Goames is seeing
to her recovery.

You would do well
to steer clear of this, Gus.

Oh. Hmm.

My letter?

Don'’t believe you'’ve
received one this week.

Look. Look!
It will be there.

It is a letter from
Monsieur Nicolas de Fer

regarding my application
for a fille du roi.

There is no...

Ah, yes.
From Québec City.

The Intendant'’s seal.

I am to have a wife.

I am to have a wife.

I am to have a wife!

How is she?

The same.

Shaking like a leaf, poor thing.

Aye. I wish to discover
her name.

Reunite her with her family.

She will have to be
watched over.

Well, she seems comfortable
with you.

Of course I will
watch over her.

That is not what I meant.

Say it, Mathilde.

Gus Lafarge came '’round
to see her.

-Well, does he know her?
-No.

And she was not with
the families out there,

of that I am sure.

She is a mystery, then.

:
I would feel better

with a man with your skills
at hand.

Gus Lafarge will come back.

Pray he does not bring
Mr. Cooke'’s thugs with him.

I will be down the hallway
if you need my assistance.

You are safe. Not to worry.

I do not carry a Bible, priest.

But I do have some Milton.

Would it please you to hear it?

Good.

"O miserable of happy!

"Is this the end
of this new glorious world,

"and me so late,
the glory of that glory,

"who now become accursed,
of blessed?

"Hide me from the face of God,

"whom to behold was then
my height of happiness!

"Yet well, if here would end
the misery; I deserved it,

"and would bear
my own deservings;

-but this will not serve..."
No more poems.

Well, they do seem
to calm him a bit.

What happened out there, Father?

Tell me.

What did you see?

What are you doing?

Shall I put it out
of its misery?

Yes.

No need.

Have Mother Sabrine show you
how to skin it. Go on.

I was sent to fetch you and
Claudette. Where is she?

She'’s gone for a walk.

A walk?
While there are Iroquois about?

I would prefer the woods
to her burden in there.

What do you think of her lot?

It'’s not for me to judge.

Her lot is shit.

I won'’t end up like this.

Back in France,
we have no charge

over the husband we lay with,
but here we do.

Mother Sabrine wants us
to depart before night falls.

Go on.
I will be there.

Please, no... no, no, have m--
have mercy!

Have mercy!

Captain.

I would like to report
an escaped man.

Charles Duquet has vacated
his indenture.

You still have the other man?

Yes.

And, uh...

better yet--

-a woman.

I have been granted
a fille du roi.

-Ah.

I will have my pick of them.

Well, you have lost a man,
but gained a wife.

Yes.

And if I come upon Duquet?

The fiddle would be
a good end for him.

I'’d like
to throw this Hudson Bay man

and his savage in the fiddle.

-A new one?
-Aye.

Randall Cross--

-he has gone missing.
-Ah.

Hey, he was at your Doma, no?

Yes. Yes, I remember.

A very talkative, curious sort.

A mind full of promise, but
it was tithed to the company.

This man they sent after him--
Mr. Goames--

he is the implacable sort.

Rigid in his thoughts
and actions.

A thickly-barked bastard.

Well, if he finds his way to me,
I will tell him

of my interaction with
his colleague Monsieur Cross,

but I will also share with him

what I think of the bloodsucking
Hudson Bay Company.

Oh, he will find you,
that is to be sure.

He'’s finding
all sorts of things.

Priests, mute orphan girls.

Well,
if he should pay me a visit,

I will show him trees,
set him on the path.

Strip the company bark from him.

Marth?

Hey, Henri Marth?

Where is Henri Marth?

Hey, fiddle player!

-Huh?

Where is Henri Marth?

Yeah?

Hey, get up!

Come on, man.
We got a job to do.

Ah. What job is that?

The job I paid you to do.
You didn'’t finish it.

We finished every last one
of them,

even the Iroquois
after they did the work

you wanted them to do.

The woman.

I squeezed her in my own arms.

Look. She gave me this.

Oh. Well,
they found a little girl

and a priest
out there alive.

That'’s impossible.
I killed everything.

You were there.

A little girl and priest--
I'’ve seen them myself.

Who found them? Bouchard?

No. Agent from
the Hudson Bay Company.

We need to fix this
for Mr. Cooke.

No.

No, I'’m done with both you
and that English bastard Cooke.

Kick my tent again, I'’ll garland
a tree with your guts.

Hey. Come. Play.

-Play, man. Play.

-Play! Play!

Are you all right, Father?

I'’m fine. The bell...

It is not cracked.

I will lend you a hand.

Is that a Cathar cross?

Yes. Yes.

Uh, it has been in my family
a long time.

It is an abomination.

It is a piece of silver
handed down,

and now it is in my care.

Now, do you want my help or not?

We can manage.

Look, look,
it is not an abomination

if you cannot see it.

And, uh, I will help.

A bell is a bell,

and I would like
to hear the Lord'’s tone

sound over this wilderness

and know I had a hand
in its voice.

And after,
we may debate our beliefs,

but I must warn you,
Father, I am a man

brimming with contradictions,

and my mind moves
like the blood of Christ.

Now, let us raise a bell.

Very well.

Three, two, one.

Thom, Thom.

Ah.

There'’s a--
There'’s a little girl upstairs.

She'’s in danger.

-She needs our help.
-What'’s her name?

That is no concern of yours.

-How will I get her to come?
-You will tell her

that you-you-you will take her
to her mother.

-I am?
-No, no.

You will bring her to me, and I
will bring her to her mother.

-Why do they have her?
-Oh...

They wish to do
very bad things to her.

Terrible.

-We don'’t want that
to happen, do we?
-No.

Um...

Good boy.

Do you have your knife?

Yeah.

Oh, good... ah.

If anyone tries to stop you,
you stick them.

Yes, sir.

You'’re gonna scamper upstairs,

and you'’re gonna cover
the chimney.

And you'’ll go in the window
and you get her.

And I will meet you, uh, back
on the path by the back gate.

Listen, yes. Here. Quiet.

Go quiet, boy.

Quick.

Francis?

Who did this?

Mm.

Thom! What are you after?

- Oh...

Yvon!

-You stay, Priest.

They'’ve got the girl.
The priest?

They came for him.
I put him down.

It was Gus and his boy Thom.

He came through the window.

Is it bad?

You will be fine, madam.
It is Francis.

He'’s dead.

Go.

Find the girl.
Go. Find her.

Shh.

Where is he?

He was done for, I'’m sure of it.

We'’ll track him.

Watch over the priest.
I'’ll find Lafarge.

Take this,
I'’ll be quicker without it.

-What is this?

Go away, Monsieur.
We are fine.

I will not go away.

What are you doing with
this girl and a knife?

I said move away, Monsieur.

Go.

I am to have a wife.

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