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It's been a long time since we have had visitors,

Brother Geraldus...

especially one who has traveled as far as you.

The authority of Rome knows no distance, Father Abbot...

...not even to the ends of the earth.

This cannot be.

We received no word.

My apologies.

Our Holy Father, alas, has many enemies.

Discretion was of the utmost importance,

second only to haste.

You do not know what you ask.

Father Abbot, Rome has spoken.

There is no debate.

These are dark days for the faithful.

Jerusalem has been lost for 20 years now.

Infidels surround us on every side, on every shore,

while heretics conspire within our midst.

Our Holy Father believes the relic you keep here

has the power to separate the faithful from the faithless,

to summon the wrath of God upon his enemies...

a power that could ensure a victory in the upcoming Crusade.

You cannot hide such a power.

You will see the safe delivery of our holiest relic to Rome.

Go with God.

There's not a mark on it.

Aah!

They're afraid of it.

Even before the lightning, they would not go near it.

Of course they were.

They know what happens to those who disturb the relic.

Perhaps you are unfamiliar with the stories, Brother,

or else you would not be so eager to remove it.

Enlighten me.

Before we had such a fine gold box to keep it in,

other foreigners tried to take it... Norsemen.

They brought a bloody tide to these shores for 200 years

before they came to Kilmannán.

The monks were sleeping.

The lucky ones would have died in their beds,

but they were woken by a strange sound.

They ran out to the church

and saw an angel striking the relic

as if it were a bell.

The monks fled.

When they returned, they saw that a great storm had blown up.

Every single Norse ship

had been dragged to the bottom of the sea,

where their souls would know no rest.

Just beside the relic were the bodies of three Norsemen,

twisted and burnt.

No one but the pure of heart can touch the relic and live.

No one.

How long has he served you?

He's been with us five summers.

He is not a monk.

He respects what we carry, but he does not fear it.

But he is just a mute.

A half-wit.

He is not a half-wit.

Diarmuid found him washed up on our shores...

in a curragh with no oars, no food.

In some lands, that is a punishment.

Perhaps he's atoning.

He has obeyed every task asked of him,

no matter how difficult or dangerous.

In all that time, he has never spoken.

It is not our place to ask why.

We should sleep.

I did not know you spoke my tongue, Brother Ciaran.

The abbot said you were far-traveled.

You have seen Rome?

A long time ago.

And the Holy Land? Jerusalem?

Hey, hey! Hey!

He says that water is no good.

It runs through there.

What of it?

Place of the sídhe.

They say the Tuatha Dé Danann come out at night

to play among those rocks.

They cast spells into the water and bewitch travelers.

You're afraid of this?

You allow your course to be determined

by pagan superstition?

Geraldus, we should not tarry here.

We are soldiers of Christ,

yet you would run from a mere skirmish.

In the name of St. Matthias, whose relic we are honored

to bring to the feet of the Holy See,

I bless and purify this water.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

I scatter the demons that have tainted it,

consign them to everlasting hell,

where they shall be bound in fiery chains

and crushed under the heel of God Almighty.

Boy.

What is that, boy?

It helps ward off...

It soothes an aching stomach, Brother.

Will you try some?

I have no stomachache, herbalist.

We go.

You were to take us to De Merville's border.

Brothers.

Geraldus.

All I ask is for a little faith.

Is that so hard?

I imagine when you joined the monastery...

...they did not tell you would be a pack mule.

He's not a monk, my lord.

He's a converso, a lay brother.

Some of my men think that they know you,

but not from where.

What Crusade was it?

Venice?

Constantinople?

Perhaps you might settle the matter.

There is a small wager on it.

He is a mute.

He cannot speak.

Bit his tongue, did he?

Deaf, also?

He can hear you.

But chooses not to.

A pretty box.

It is but a humble shell.

Brother Ciaran.

This is unwise.

After Judas betrayed Christ,

the apostles cast lots to replace him,

and Matthias from Bethlehem was chosen.

Following the death and resurrection of our Lord,

Matthias traveled north

to spread the gospel to the barbarians of Cappadocia.

There, he was martyred.

And the stones of the pagans

broke his bones and spilled his blood.

Matthias gave thanks.

The rock that ended his earthly life caught fire

and burned the men who murdered him.

They cried out for mercy, but the ground opened up,

and hell swallowed them whole,

while the body of Matthias was elevated to heaven.

And this is that rock.

Most impressive.

If you talk of having some kind

of agreement with these men,

I would like to know the particulars.

They do not concern you.

As regards the sanctity of the relic

and the lives of my brothers,

they very much concern me.

You are not blind as to what kind of men these are.

Yet you entrust all to their protection.

You were on Crusade, Brother.

It cannot be so hard for you to guess.

On the day of judgment, the worst of men

will have the greatest of fear,

unless someone can intercede on their behalf.

You mean to absolve them?

A powerful man does not become so without incurring sin.

The baron is not a young man.

His mind has inevitably turned to more spiritual matters.

We are their only salvation.

The blackest of their deeds bind them to us.

No.

No.

Not to us.

Brother...

...Rua says the foreigners know nothing but war.

He says it's in their blood...

...that they're descended from the Norsemen...

...and they conquered France and England

and will do the same here.

But was there ever truly peace in this land, Brother,

before the foreigners came?

That was a long time ago, Diarmuid.

I was just a boy, little older than you.

No.

No, there was never peace.

Not here.

Not anywhere else in this world.

Not since the fall.

Why?

Some say it's not the natural way of things.

Peace needs to be grown, cared for, nurtured.

And that...

...that is beyond the reach of most men.

You're up early, little monk.

I always rise at this time.

Or perhaps you are a spy.

My lord?

Sneaking away to tell your kinsmen about our route south.

- Is that it? - No, no, my lord.

No?

Then why do you flee?

I serve Christ.

But you serve your clan first, no?

No.

My father is always impressed with pious men.

Me?

I have my doubts.

Anyone can wear the robes of a monk.

You.

Does something ail you, Brother?

No. It's nothing.

Hyah! Hyah!

Aah!

Don't touch it!

Don't touch it!

Stop! Aah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, hey! Uhh!

Where's the rock?!

Where is it?

Where's the rock?

We must retrieve it.

Did you not hear the bell?

Did you not witness the miracle?

When those savages defiled the rock of St. Matthias,

look how God wrought an instrument of vengeance

from the lowliest of his servants.

You are in the service of the Church, are you not?

He who smote many nations and slew many kings...

...go forth with an untroubled heart.

These are enemies of Christ,

and he rejoices with every one you destroy.

Your work is not yet done.

Such is true for all of us.

What would you have us do?

Our escorts are dead.

Our brothers are slaughtered.

We don't even know where they are.

A cart. A prisoner.

They will have left tracks, will they not?

The young Lord De Merville said he would return.

He has men, knights.

We could wait for him.

And if the others return first?

It is our duty to try.

- There's so many. - We could make a diversion,

- draw them away. - How far would we get

with the reliquary on our backs?

We do not need the reliquary.

Only what's inside it.

I will carry it.

I will carry the relic.

One of you will have to free Ciaran.

No.

We cannot risk the recovery of the relic.

- Not for one man. - How can you say such a thing?

Because this was the oath we took.

These bodies, they're not our own.

They're the Lord's to do with as he sees fit.

Were Brother Ciaran here instead of I,

he would tell you the same thing.

Even if he's alive,

how long before they noticed he was gone?

We cannot leave him.

We shall pray for his soul.

What is he doing?

Brother Ciaran.

Diarmuid? Diarmuid.

- Diarmuid. - Shh. Brother, please.

Please be quiet.

You have to save your strength for when we run, please.

No. Wait, wait. Wait.

Diarmuid, listen to me.

You must go. You must leave... now.

No, no. I cannot leave.

Not without the rock. Not without you.

I hope the Lord will forgive me, but I threw it from the cart.

What? Where?

A clearing of plúrín sneachta.

The last place I saw you following.

You'll find it near the cart track.

Take it and go east.

Keep it safe.

Keep yourself safe, Diarmuid.

Go. Go.

Where is the rock, Brother?

You vowed to protect us...

...and it.

I vowed to honor and obey my king.

Your pope is quarreling with him.

A relic such as yours would be a powerful bargaining tool.

Presumably, you will be well rewarded.

The king is not happy with how powerful

some of his subjects here have become.

He thinks they are still too friendly

with their cousins in Normandy.

A wise man would do well to prove his loyalty.

And in doing so, you would betray

your own father's chance at salvation?

My father is a coward.

Dying, he would rather grovel to the Church

than safeguard the future of his family.

Where is the relic?

Brother, sooner or later, it will make its way to Rome.

What difference if it spent a year or so with the king?

I do not know where it is.

You're lying...

...badly.

I expected better from a man of the cloth.

I got this from a priest in Constantinople.

A strange man.

We used it to, uh, persuade the Greeks

to tell us where they had hidden

all of the gold from their churches.

I never saw it fail.

Your last chance.

Where?!

Do you feel that?

Those are your entrails...

twisted around the arrow, like worms on a hook.

Would you like to see them?

You have suffered enough, Brother.

I can give you a quick death.

A merciful death.

Just tell me.

Where is the relic?

You will die an agonizing death.

And for what?

Even if we don't find the relic,

another stone will do.

Put anything in a pretty box, and people will accept it...

even a king or a pope.

Think on that.

Here.

- Is it? - That's it.

You disobeyed me.

I wasn't going to leave Ciaran there.

Do you have any idea of the responsibility placed on me?

Our purpose is ordained by God's office on earth.

It cannot be jeopardized by anything or anyone.

Your duty is to obey.

Brother, there is a great war being fought all around us.

Our enemy is the devil himself,

and in this war, he waits a lifetime,

an eternity for a single moment of weakness...

...such as yours.

Do not give into him again.

Brother.

They will kill us.

We're all alone.

They have knights and horses.

- They will find our tracks. - Cathal.

And they will kill us.

We are not alone.

We are never alone.

Have faith.

Praise be.

God has heard us.

How far do you think you can get?!

20 paces at most?!

Or do you think you can walk on water?!

It doesn't have to be this way.

Just give me the rock,

and I will let you live.

I gave the same choice to one of your brother monks.

But, alas, he was unreasonable.

It shouldn't be a difficult decision.

Like your father.

Did you tell your fellow monks

the reason that the Church

trusted Geraldus Trencavel d'Albi

with such an important task?

How you denounced him as an heretic?

And when he refused to repent, you, his only son,

sent him first to the wheel and then to the stake.

After his lands went to the Church,

your future in Rome was secure.

Where now?

Tell them they will be paid once we reach the port.

Tell them.

- Why do you laugh?! - Geraldus!

We are men of God!

Doesn't that mean anything in this accursed country?!

Keep your voice down.

We... We could...

We could force him.

We could.

- No. He will not. - Our need is great.

He will not, Brother.

You disobey me again?

You are not worthy to carry that relic.

There is something in you, boy.

- Something evil. - Wait.

Was there truth in what he said?

About your father.

He sheltered heretics, helped them escape trial.

I served the Church to the best of my ability.

My conscious is clear.

What else do you wish to know, boy?

Nothing.

I asked him to repent, but he did not.

Right to the end, he refused to believe

that he had done any wrong.

I learned something very important that day.

It wasn't his faith in the Church that he lost.

It was his fear of it.

What are you saying?

Go with God!

Aah!

Cathal!

Hell.

Do you hear them?

Do you hear the bells?

The bell will inspire an army of men like him.

Men who will protect Jerusalem.

Men who will protect the world.

The heretics, the infidels, the faithless...

If they will not hear the truth, they will suffer.

All doubt will be swept away.

Stand with the Church and live,

or stand against it and be crushed.

What are you doing?

No!

It is God's own.

- I'm giving it back to him! - No.

The devil has you, boy.

Aah! Aah!

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