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It was magic.

Magic.

And how will I be telling that to someone?

If they don't believe in magic,

they'll think it all an exaggeration.

But it must be true.

It's what we saw.

We almost died in the second woods.

Evil itself was in that forest.

Not without some kind things too, you know.

It was magic.

He thinks he's Jesus Christ.

And that other one, she's possessed.

Last night, he feathered his nest with a whore.

A witch and a whore, that's what he's got in there.

One of each.

And now he's got that Irish rabble.

Thinking he's some kind of prince.

You know what your duty is, Andrew.

- The man's a sinner. - They're coming.

I tell you, they're coming.

Indeed? And who is it who'll be coming, Calvin?

Andrew, Rachel and the whole nasty bunch.

But what have we done? Not a damn thing.

I know, Eloise. But they're coming.

Well, it's none of their bloody business.

Fanny, Fanny, get up.

I'm up.

It's all right, it's all right, Leah.

Just get dressed now. Get dressed, Leah.

Oh, no. No.

Not this, not...

Now, Leah.

Help me, Calvin!

Calvin, Calvin! Grab her, Calvin. Hold her!

Mama, what are they going to do?

Please, let her be.

Let her be? Like that?

I don't know what they'll do, Will.

Neither do I.

- Will! - Mama!

We got to get the priest!

What?

Clothe that woman.

You do it.

Give me that rope.

I knew it was coming.

Mama and the new preacher,

making longing eyes

and then meeting in the dark places.

But when we moved in with him and strange Leah,

it was more than the town could bear,

what with Mama still being married to my father.

He'd been traveling for nearly a year.

Kept hoping he would show,

- and save us all. - Sinning adulterer!

Seal the house and burn it!

They yelled at us, poked us.

Destroyed our things.

But that was only the start.

Jewell!

Jewell!

Jewell!

Jewell!

Jewell, Jewell!

They're at Will's,

with a rope.

- They're going to hang him. - Let them.

- Margaret, you don't understand. - Stay out of it.

It's a mistake. Don't get mixed up in his troubles.

Jewell! What about the others, Jewell?

We have to live here.

What about Marion? Jewell!

- Jewell! - Mama.

Jewell Pa, always arguing about Mr. Will.

- Gave me big worries. - Go inside.

That morning, even Mr. Calvin had a gun.

Move, get that torch in there.

What are you bringing us here for?

We've done nothing!

Don't false mouth me, Eloise.

You know what you've done.

And you, Will Smythe.

You're guilty of polygamy and adultery.

- That's not true. - As a representative of...

- He's not married to her. - He brought her here.

- My husband left me. - You're a liar and you know it.

Marion's in the woods trapping to keep a roof over your head.

And that one.

A child of the Lord?

God's special gift?

Speaker of the tongues of the Hebrews?

She's bewitched.

She's a woman of the devil.

And you, you're his lusting brother.

Will, no!

Let me go! Mama!

Stop.

Do it.

Shot too soon, Andrew.

Anybody moves, I'll shoot him for certain.

Keep it on him, Sister.

They say he was blessed.

I never saw anyone so lucky as him.

His guardian angel was always there,

no matter what sort of rude business he got himself into.

No one even looked that surprised when the rope broke.

Like they knew it was impossible to defeat him.

They just stared at him,

waiting to see what he would do.

Friends.

My friends, I'd be lying if I said you weren't good people.

I knew that the moment I stepped off the ferry.

Everyone helping with Leah.

Rachel, you brought us all our meals that first week.

Dalton's Ferry is a good town.

I even thought it might be the promised land.

The sad truth is that all...

all you good people won't be coming with me.

With us.

With us to a real promised land.

I wish you could come with me, with us.

And I'm sorry, so sorry that we are...

...forced to appropriate,

take your generous town's providings.

But the Lord giveth and He taketh away.

I'm sure you've heard it said before, because it's true.

The deity moves in mysterious ways.

And a man does as he is forced to do.

You're going to row with it or shoot with it or...

Just let her bring it.

I reckon it's a problem of the heart.

No, it's not a problem of the heart.

It's a problem of you wanting to bring...

Mama and the others took anything in town they wanted

People's seed, powder, flour.

Everything.

And loaded it on the ferry boat.

We stole that, too.

Mr. Will said we would start our own settlement,

a place where English and Irish would live as equals,

the promised land.

He said if we just floated down the river,

it would find us.

Mama said it was true.

And Mr. Calvin and Mr. Jewell believed him.

I guess because Mr. Will was nice to them,

passing out the compliments and such as that.

Mr. Calvin brought Sister, that was his wife's name,

and Meg, that was their granddaughter.

Sister just came because Calvin did.

Cathleen came with Jewell's wife, Margaret.

Mama tried to keep me and her off and away,

but we were all so bumped up together.

We had to leave home

or Jewell Pa would be hanging in the trees.

And Jewell Pa didn't fancy that.

My father, would he come after me?

Aye, he would.

But was he even yet alive?

And no one knew where we were.

I knew it. They've gone into New France.

Andrew, what about the Shawnee?

Let's go or we'll never catch up.

Let's let the Indians get them.

And to the promised land.

Brandish the sword.

Praise the Lord.

Brave flock, solid as a rock,

reaching out, spreading the gospel,

spreading the bonny laws of Moses.

Thou shalt not.

No other Gods.

Forget those graven images.

She's crazier than a rat in a brandy cake.

God.

Take not the Lord in vain, sit on the Sabbath.

Honor the mamas and papas.

No killing.

Stop that stealing.

If you knew what happened to her...

What?

It's a miracle she can even mumble.

What happened to her?

When she was just a wee thing, they came to her house.

Sound familiar?

And brought her mother out into the street.

Burned her.

And little Leah watched it all.

How does you know all this?

I saved her.

I tried to save her mother too, but...

it was too late.

I still say she's barmy.

Thy neighbor's ox, thy neighbor's flocks.

- Thy neighbor's rake. - His chicken flocks.

He gave Moses Zipporah, his daughter...

- Oh. - Watch the cliffs.

For what?

Cliffs.

And he called his name Gershom, for he said:

I have been a stranger in a strange land.

No!

Calvin!

I can't see.

I can't see! I'm blind.

I can't see.

Help! Calvin!

Where's the ferry?

It's gone!

They stole it!

Where's the ferry?

Andrew went after them. I told him not to bother.

Smythe will get his without Andrew's help,

I know that much.

So,

what are you going to do, Marion?

Eat this squirrel.

But then what are you going to do?

Go to sleep.

I guess you'll be going after Eloise and your daughter.

Sister, all of Europe

was once saved from the infidel Moors by such a man

as Brother Calvin.

We are talking about a man

who was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice

for those he loved.

I'm proud to say I knew him.

In heaven,

we'll meet again, my friend.

In heaven,

we'll meet again.

Do you really think it'll fool them?

Of course, it will. History, Eloise.

Now take your lessons from history.

Come on, then.

You could hear us for miles,

slipping and splashing along,

and Sister bellowing.

I can't see!

All right, all right.

Mama finally put cloth in her mouth to shut her off.

Mr. Will was still singing a sweet tune,

but he was a poor tool

for to be guiding us through the woods.

You, stop your mischief.

I'm delicate.

Stealth.

Is that how your husband did it?

Now I don't ask about Leah, do I?

You pokey blaguard.

They're close.

Very close.

It did grow an imbroglio.

A juicy, jungly overflow,

with leaves a-green, awash, aglow,

with hints of tints of indigo.

What's an indigo?

Oh, it's a color. Like blue.

Well, why then not say, "Blue"?

Do you mind terribly, my dear?

There were brambly branches,

prickly stickers,

growing like briar, but even much thicker.

Little green growths that grew from the ground,

entwined with vines hanging overhead down.

Why?

Because every plant has a spirit in it.

He was always telling stories.

Peculiar stories.

Come on, damn you.

- Easy, Jewell. - But you heard those guns.

You don't know who it was.

- I saw an Indian. - Where?

- Where are they? - It'll be all right.

She didn't see anything.

I see them too!

- They're here. - Where? Who's here?

- There! - Come on, children. Come on.

Hurry up, right around the cart.

Come on.

Get sitting down.

How many of them there be?

I don't know.

Oh, Lord, there's more over there.

It's a bad bit for us.

Fie, we've yet to start.

Just quit your yanking about and make sure you don't miss.

Marion.

Not the Indians.

Don't shoot the Indian.

Now, don't cry.

I won't cry.

Marion! Marion, thank God.

No better place nor time, eh?

Are you all right, darling?

Yes, I'm all right, I'm all right now.

What were you laughing about?

What kind of bonny joking was you passing around out there?

There's nothing to wag on about.

Come on, Marion. What was you saying?

Well, I asked him how his wife was.

Aye, but what was it to make him laugh, eh?

He asked me how my wife was.

So I told him.

Calvin?

No, Sister.

It's Dalton.

Calvin?

Calvin?

Calvin?

Why were they coming out into the open like that, Da?

They knew me, friends of mine.

Friends?

- Marion. - No, don't, please!

I don't rely on friendship

when my daughter's life is at stake.

Was your daughter.

And I'm no longer your wife.

I'm not here to help.

Nobody's asking for your help.

I'm here because you're not going to decide

when my daughter is going to die.

She'll be staying with me.

The Shawnee will be back.

Of that, you can be certain.

That was rude surgery, Eloise, shooting that Indian.

I reckon he's got some friends whose pleasure it'll be to find you.

And they will.

I'm taking Fanny to a safe place out of their way.

We'll be going too.

If there's any among you,

any of you that want to make a fuss about it, then come on.

Let's settle it.

Where'd you get this big nose?

That's for you, Cathleen.

Look, surely we can...

No, Jack. No.

Where'd you get those?

Aye, it's good luck, Fanny.

Some sort of taboo.

The feathers are a clear sign. Keep away.

If you don't, the trail will disappear behind you.

Indians are pernickety.

They won't follow us into this valley.

If the Indians won't be going there, then...

maybe we shouldn't be either.

There's not likely to be anyone down there.

Up here, we've got Shawnee.

This is their land. We're intruders.

What about Mama?

I want to make sure you're safe.

But what about Mama and the others?

Let's just be worrying about you for now.

But we can't just leave them there.

- Shawnee? - Shawnee.

- Stay close to Jewell. - Yes, Da.

Leave the cow here.

Get Fanny into that valley as fast as you can.

He cared about the others.

Just didn't want to say so.

He knew they'd follow us anyway,

so why stay around and be vexed with their chat?

Now they were doing exactly what he told them to do.

They wanted to stay alive.

Move along.

Right, follow me.

Look.

Cabins.

Easy. Calm.

Run off and leave you, did they?

Come on, come on.

Calm down, calm down. Calm down.

You're all right. Come on.

I found some writing. Margaret says it's French.

Trappers' camp?

Trappers don't clear fields.

The Indians?

Uh-huh.

Will they be following us?

Well, what sort of business would they be up to then?

They were laughing.

Jewell,

are they coming?

No.

We thank you, oh, Lord,

for delivering us from the savage infidels.

And again, we pray.

Bow down thine ear, oh, Lord,

hear me, for I am poor and needy.

It's like he has Jewell under a spell.

Talk to him, Marion.

If he'll listen to anyone, it's you.

I didn't get him into this messy business, Margaret.

You can get him out.

Smile upon us, oh, Lord.

It's his fancy.

You can change it.

Aye.

As surely as you can make my mule say her prayers.

Rejoice the soul of thy servant.

For unto thee, oh, Lord, do I lift up my soul.

You know so much.

Me and myself can read now.

I spent the first 25 years of my life

being no smarter than that plaguey cow.

I used to look at the stars at night,

and I know I had feelings about them,

but now I know their names.

Da? That tree, those feathers,

the path disappears behind you?

It's a devil tree.

Some Indians believe

that the devil isn't a dark angel,

who lives someplace else,

like down below.

They look on it as a natural thing,

as natural as a brook,

or a tree.

Their devil is born of earth,

a part of nature,

thriving on the evil half of life.

Everything that's good has an evil side to it.

To live and breathe,

the mantis has to kill the fly.

The hawk has to kill the sparrow.

I killed that rabbit

and I'm going to eat it.

I'm happy,

but the rabbit's dead.

Some believe

that every time innocent blood is spilled,

it sinks into the earth

and joins in particular spots

with the blood of other victims who've died before it,

until, finally,

the souls of the slaughtered creatures

gather together into a breathing spirit,

a devil,

that captures the living

and commands their shadows.

And it's not just the Indians, you know.

A lot of people believe that sort of thing.

People carry on about ghosts,

banshees, leprechauns.

That tree

says that this valley

is where the lost blood gathers.

It's the home of the devil.

If you believe it.

Come on, Sister.

What is it? What is it?

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

What is it? What is it? What...

And no Indians, Marion?

What is it? What is it?

What is it?

Will Smythe wasn't concerned about the visitors.

He'd read about this sort of thing in his books.

He told us it was a coup attack.

The Indians didn't want to hurt us, only to touch us.

And what he said they really wanted was to communicate.

Now it was our turn.

He and Mr. Jewell took some of Sister and Calvin's clothes

and hung them in the woods, as an offering of peace.

And forgive us our trespasses...

Yes, yes. It's true. They're savage,

but they are also a noble people.

And, with a little help, they could become Christians.

But how can the Indians learn if there's no one to teach?

Now, as long as we're trapped here anyway, I...

If they're Indians,

they're certainly different than any I've ever seen.

Harmless?

Better to be touched than shot.

Maybe I misread the tree.

This valley shouldn't be lived in, but it is.

And by some very strange ones at that.

And these cabins here.

It's a melancholy fancy that they left it all.

Yes, well, I'll handle the Indians.

The Shawnee won't come into this little valley.

That means they're afraid of the ones that are down here.

There's got to be a reason.

Margaret. They know Margaret's down here.

He's trying to fill your head with hatred.

Evil minds are the most suspicious.

Now, his is the way of violence.

I have a better way, a way of giving.

The Shawnee are still up there.

They want to make sure nobody comes out.

When they leave, we leave.

We can't leave Mama.

You don't have a choice.

I can't undo the queerness of it, Fanny.

He's got such a hold on them.

Why?

Talk to her, Da.

Talk to her sweet.

Last time out,

I decided that when I got back,

I'd perhaps be calling in my traps

for a different way of doing things.

Marion,

don't be telling me this.

Not now.

Eloise,

how can you be casting about with a man like that?

You think I haven't put thoughts on it?

You, you were all

rocky and rough and unpromising.

I was your anchor,

stuck on the bottom, not to be going nowhere,

while you floated around on the surface.

Well, for him, I'm on top.

I'm the sail.

Just a cheery warning, Eloise.

You stay here with your English slyfoot,

and your whole kith and kin's going to be

on the underside of the earth.

But it's a present.

We found it hiding in the weeds. It's a present.

Yes, children, it is a present.

Why, it's a gift from the Indians.

They have given up this precious girl

to the Lord's kingdom.

Well, we must baptize her at once.

What do you think, Leah?

Come here, take her.

Take her.

And Peter said, "Repent,

"and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ."

Little lost lamb.

I baptize thee

with the Christian name of

New Hope.

I can see.

I can see.

What was she up to?

It was all too perfect, like it was planned.

I don't know if she was ever blind.

Just hokey-pokeying to get aid and sympathy.

Maybe she wanted a change.

Changed a lot of things.

It's a sign from God.

Oh, it's a glorious day.

These waters are blessed.

And what's most important of all, this valley is holy.

We have found the promised land.

It's in French.

We are two men and five women,

here to the east of the King's wide river,

where, as God knows,

we have buried

those whose heads are covered with blood

Ave Maria,

save us from evil.

The devil lives in the trees.

Jésus rest

the departed souls

of René and Maria Arceneux.

The rest is just names.

It happened right here,

in these cabins. The people must have...

It might have happened here.

It doesn't concern us.

Aye, but its source...

It doesn't concern us.

We don't know where it happened or if it happened.

Are we having any problems? No.

So what if someone...

someone died here?

We had a miracle here.

In this ground is our future.

Our garden is our backbone, our livelihood. So,

plant with great care.

Think...

think fertility.

Caress each seed. Love it.

Remember,

every seed has a spirit in it.

It was right there.

It was right there.

He took my bonnet.

Sister, we're all here.

- There! - Nothing happened.

- Do you understand? - It was there.

You're scaring the children.

You lied to me. It was there.

All right.

Jesus.

- Oh, that's it? - That's it.

Then the disciples went away into Galilee,

into a mountain, where Jesus had appointed them.

And when they saw him, they worshipped him,

but some doubted him.

And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying,

All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.

All power is given unto Him in heaven and on earth.

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations,

baptizing them in the name of the Father, the...

Come away then.

This town of yours,

it's a ridiculous notion.

Sure, things aren't as good as they could be now,

but we just got here.

This is my opportunity, Marion.

It's my big chance.

If I pass it up, I'm not likely to get another.

Chances are,

your wife and daughter will end up dead.

There'll be houses from hilltop to hilltop.

We've already started planning on it.

I'm going to be constable.

I ain't a linsey-woolsey pigrunner no more, Marion.

I'm Mr. Jewell Buchanan.

Jewell.

That's it, Fanny.

We go at dawn.

Fanny?

Where is she?

What?

Fanny, damn it.

She was with you.

- Where is she? - We don't have her, Dalton.

That's the truth.

Help, help me.

Fanny.

Fanny.

But what happened?

I don't know.

But what was she doing in the woods?

I don't know.

What did the Indians want with her?

I already told you.

And they just disappeared.

That's right.

They just disappeared. They vanished.

Fanny was just laying there

for a long, long time.

And Mr. Dalton was trying to ponder it through.

Leah was acting stranger and stranger,

and she was trying to figure things too.

And I think she was getting a lot further along with it

than Mr. Dalton.

What's gotten into you?

You used to be

God's angel.

Do you forget that you'd have burned if it wasn't for me?

Leah was a magic lady.

She said there were people trapped in the woods

and she said she was going to...

she was going to be queen of the forest.

She smelled like bushes, but she was good to us.

Leah was our friend, and I loved her.

Mr. Will started calling the strangers

the "Harpies" after they stole his box of books.

That's when he and Jewell Pa built a stockade

He said stealing his books was inexcusable.

The cow still gave milk.

Jewell Pa said she was long since freshening.

Mr. Will said this was God's proof.

He didn't know nothing.

The cow was a friend of Leah's.

Fanny stayed asleep.

Her cabin began to smell,

like something old and wet.

And I knew Fanny was slipping away from us.

- How's she doing? - She's a little better.

Have you forgotten about the rest of us?

Jewell and I built the walls alone.

The cabin began to shake all the time

like something was trying to get to Fanny.

But Leah wouldn't let it in,

and I think Mr. Dalton knew that.

She was a fairy, Leah was.

An Irish fairy.

She could make the flowers laugh.

I'd seen her do it.

Laugh out loud.

And that's why she told Mr. Dalton

that the secret was sleeping in the trees.

Get off!

Get out of here.

I don't care what happened to her

when she was a little girl. You keep her out of here.

I was lying in the cabin.

Da.

I heard a kind of racket

outside.

New Hope was covered with some kind of a...

sticky paste, and

Leah was trying to catch her.

And then I saw Leah.

Get out! Get out!

Get out!

You get out of here.

And then,

I saw you.

Nightshade?

That would be simple, wouldn't it?

She was sick. Now she's well.

Let's not create phantoms.

Goddamn barbarians.

- How did they get in? - Goddamn good question.

You people just let them walk right in?

The bloody cretins.

The best minds of Europe. Goddamn.

Goddamn. Goddamn it.

Mama, Meg's gone again.

She'll be gone with the Harpies into a tree.

No, she didn't.

The witch has got Meg and she'll be wanting me too.

She's got my name written in her belly.

Hush.

But little Meg is gone now, Marion.

You can't be leaving now.

After this, you're on your own.

Leah? Leah, what is it? Leah, what's the matter?

I don't want to go either.

We're praying for the return of your granddaughter.

What are we doing here?

We should all be looking for her,

Da can't do it all by himself.

The Lord can.

Meg!

Meg's dead.

She's right here, Sister.

Don't let her near me.

Sister, be careful of what you're saying.

Keep her away from me.

Meg's dead.

The Indians must have found her.

Yes, they knew we'd be coming here.

Why, this is a great sign.

No, it's not.

Leah killed her.

You saw it.

- She's blind again. - No, she's not!

Meg, what happened?

I dreamed I died in a thicket in the woods.

But this guy...

I don't know if she could see or not.

Did it matter?

No one knew anymore what they'd seen

and what they hadn't.

What good were eyes?

She's your granddaughter.

She's dead.

Be quiet. Damn it, quiet.

Will!

I directly intervened with God,

I restored her sight.

Sister gave Smythe his miracle.

She had the power to take it back.

You goddamn monkey.

- Maybe she knew that. - And stop shrieking.

What is this?

Who'd be putting that dress on her?

I did.

You mean you went into my house,

rummaged through my things,

and stole my daughter's dress?

Don't you have any regard for a young child's feelings?

I don't want her wearing Cathleen's dresses.

- You stay out of my life. - You're a witch.

- And you're the devil. - What?

- You heard me. - You see?

She's the hellcat.

She made me go in the woods.

Cathleen, hush.

She did, Mama. She did.

Me and then Meg,

and now Cathleen.

And no one would listen.

Da told Mama what he'd seen,

but tempers were heating and a-steaming

and his words got lost in the shout.

Thank God we were leaving.

I heard you from outside talking about me.

- Be quiet. - No.

- You're one of them. - You're the one.

No, no. No, no.

The evil is not out there, it's in here.

I gave you your sight.

Devils!

Judas.

But what's determined us to settle here?

Jewell.

You're getting close to sacrilege.

But if you yourself had heard him talking...

Dalton's trying to destroy you.

That's what they all want.

You've got to be careful.

Don't let down your guard again.

You're a Christian soldier.

He disappeared.

There's devils here.

And someone didn't tell me.

And I know why.

They're everywhere.

I want you to start building...

make it with planks.

Start right away, don't stop for anything.

I don't want my body eaten by animals.

Don't tell anybody about this.

But I'm afraid...

I'm afraid God has left us.

Don't build for everyone.

Some people don't deserve...

you're to share your wife.

You don't trust me.

You're going to tell the others.

Yes, but you don't know why,

why God has left us, do you?

Do you? Do you?

Well, it's Leah.

Now, you know about devils, don't you?

Well, you see, when we were burning Leah's mother,

I had to keep lighting the fire,

because it kept going out.

Leah was a Catholic,

a South Irish pagan.

And she was laughing at me.

So I took her daughter

and I thought, now,

now I have something and you have nothing.

And I'm going to have women,

but Leah's a witch.

You see?

A witch.

All this time,

she led us here.

And now we're all

going to die.

So-so,

build

Start now.

But what?

Coffins.

Now

you're weak.

No one can help you.

Wait!

Listen.

Don't make them mad.

Where?

As quickly as it started, it stopped.

And that's when Smythe found another miracle.

A real one.

The goat had a baby kid,

which I can't explain, because there weren't no Billy.

Jewell?

We're safe.

Look what God has done.

We won't be needing those coffins after all.

Sister!

They'll kill me in there.

I need light.

Oh mighty Lord God,

hear your children in this moment of peril.

Da!

Allow us to continue on His path.

Smite thine enemies and ours.

Oh Lord, to whom we pray in this, our darkest hour.

Marion.

It worked.

Keep the pot boiling.

Mama wanted to come,

but she felt responsible for Mr. Jewell.

She couldn't desert him now

and he couldn't go nowhere.

Since Sister was gone, we took Meg with us,

but Cathleen had to stay with her folks.

Da promised he'd return for the others

after he'd gotten us safely across the mountains.

Crying won't make the sky any bluer.

What was it back there, Da?

Cold eyes at a hot fire.

What?

Cold eyes at a hot fire.

The eyes of animals around a campfire.

At night, when they shine.

That tree.

I was here.

Fanny.

It's all right.

It's all right.

- Fanny? - Oh, darling.

He was gone.

There was no place else I could go.

It started getting hot after he died,

as if his death had angered the sun.

The stream dried up

and the ground crackled beneath your feet.

We sat there and waited for Mr. Jewell

to get better or die.

Mama wept for Da.

She blamed herself

and Smythe.

She told him he must not have had God

in his pocket after all.

That set him to brooding and a-vaporing sadly.

Leah.

Don't worry, my child.

It'll be all right.

Oh. Hush, darling.

Smythe, there,

says I ain't going to be dying.

How's he be knowing that?

How you know that, Smythe?

I wish I knew what was going to happen to me.

Da said it was like...

it was like

cold eyes at a hot fire,

the eyes of animals around a campfire in the night.

Animals might know what a fire was,

but they wouldn't know how it was made,

and a smart creature would be satisfied knowing that if he got...

close he got warm,

and if he got too close, he got burnt.

But some can't leave the fire alone.

They get to thinking they're bigger than it is,

and before long they're dancing in the middle of it

until there's nothing left but those

cold eyes melting in the hot flame.

No.

It's not my fault.

Jewell.

Leah.

Crying won't make the sky any bluer.

Come on, sweetheart.

You're not leaving.

That would be ridiculous.

I know you better than that.

I rid the valley of them once.

We don't even know where Leah is.

See, this is our home, where we live.

I can do it again.

I have to.

I did it before.

Me?

No.

That would mean abandoning the dream,

abandoning God.

Where would you go?

No.

No, no. I'm afraid I can't

let you do it.

You might get hurt.

We can't run away from our problems.

We can make the river by dawn.

I tried

to tell you.

Don't hide from me, Leah.

I love you.

I know God.

Marion?

Where are you?

I led them here.

I led them right...

Those,

they left me.

- I can see again. - Sister.

Alone.

Abandoned.

Far away.

Far away.

Across on the Stygian ferry.

Marion.

Marion.

- Do you see anything? - No.

Don't let her go.

Don't let her change herself.

If you let her go, she's got you.

That's what she's waiting for.

Pull her out.

All her other bodies are killing right now.

She wants

the children.

Pull her out.

There.

They're here.

Pull her out

before it's too late.

Fanny. Get in.

No. I want to...

Get in.

Snap her neck.

Mama, what are you doing?

Give the power to me.

Enfin libre.

Let us out.

I don't know what happened

after Mama and Margaret put us in a coffin.

We could hear them shouting for a moment,

and then the current picked up

and after that, we couldn't hear anything.

Except the sounds of the river.

I don't know how long we were in there.

We couldn't get out.

Couldn't tell if it was night or day.

It were maybe about a week before...

before you found us.

Look, so much you say,

you don't really know what happened.

Isn't it possible that

what you say you saw

is not really what you saw?

I mean, surely you don't believe

those Indians to be witches.

Harpies.

- Well, all right. You don't... - No!

We don't believe those Harpies were Indians.

You're the oldest.

It's cold eyes at a hot fire.

What?

It means, only the ones who are willing to burn,

will ever know what happened.

I know.

There was something bad and something good.

The good one drowned the fire.