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- Are you ready?
- Ready.

Then we shall begin.

This is Agnes,

and it's her wedding day.

Agnes didn't want
to get married.

This man is a stranger,
and his breath is not ideal,

but she had to.

Get married. Have a son.

It was the law.

It wasn't always like this.

In the beginning, a god
named Kiddo made the world.

This world was
just a beautiful garden,

and it was simple.

Once Kiddo was sure
that her little humans

were comfortable and happy,
she let them be.

Kiddo's father, Birdman,

had sworn that he would not
meddle in his daughter's world.

No, he would just let
the humans eat and sleep

and mate and relax.
- Kiddo.

But alas,
it was just too boring.

They are without purpose,

breeding left, right,
and center.

They know nothing!

They don't know who you are.
They don't know who I am.

This won'tdo, Kiddo.

Leave it with me.

Birdman was feeling
especially omnipotent that day,

and soon every corner of this
world was filled with his image.

Those who would worship him,
of course...

So pleases Birdman!

...and many, many rules.

I solemnly swear
to submit to you

and to avoid temptations,
both mental and physical.

I promise all this
with a chaste heart.

And I promise
to give you many heirs.

So wishes Birdman.
- So wishes Birdman.

Oh, much better.

But Agnes won't have an heir.

No one knows it,
but she's already pregnant.

And her daughter, Hero,

will change the world.

Six months.

Six months, and not even a hint
of pregnancy.

Most young couples
under my parish give birth

barely seven months
after they marry.

It can't be Jerome.

My family has produced
countless heirs.

Sons. Nothing but sons.

I can see that.

But we're only as strong
as our weakest members.

And weakness can run
in the family.

Where is your father?

Still-- Still dead, sir.

Sorry.

This is Cherry.

Our story really starts
with her.

Cherry is Birdman's
ideal wife--

beautiful, obedient,

good at chess...

...and falconry.

But none of that will save her
at this particular meeting.

And who is that?

That's Hero, sir. My maid.

Hero is technically
Cherry's maid,

but she is so much more
than that.

She is Cherry's best friend.

We've been trying every night
since the wedding, sir.

You're from excellent stock.

And you...

seem pretty healthy and fit,

despite your dead relatives.

Report back to me
after 101 nights.

Very specific.

I amvery specific,
young lady.

And if you return
and I see no progress...

...you will not see next spring.

Now, hurry up and conceive.

Tomorrow.

As it turns out...

...Jerome had told a fib.

This is your room.

Let me know
if you need anything.

The wedding night hadn't...

...quite gone as he'd promised.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

And neither had
any other night.

Brutal.

And it won't be Jerome
who suffers the consequences.

Birdman loveswomen,
of course, but...

...he doesn't take
disappointment well.

Clarence?

Fact--
there are nogood women.

Yes.

- I loved her, Jerome.
- I know.

Oh, God, I-- I wooed her
with gifts and with charm.

I promised her many things,

and in return,
I demanded only one thing...

...absolute and total loyalty.

- Yes, absolutely.
- She agrees.

We get married, but...

something is off, you know?

So as a test, my father hires
a servant to seduce her.

- No. You caught them?
- Not exactly.

But he had a pair
of her knickers

and a precise description
of a scar on her inner leg.

- What did your wife say?
- She denied it.

Said that he had removed
her knickers by force.

You didn't believe her?

No one did.

The Beaked Brothers took my
castle and drove me out of town.

And your wife?

- You could remarry.
- Oh, please.

Come on! What's your type?

I mean, the usual, you know?

Like, beautiful, chaste,
good at listening,

mending socks, interested
in maps, falconry, chess, etc.,

but obviously not excessively
good at any of those things.

My wife is exactlylike that.

True.

You lucky thing.

Hm.

Forgive me, but, uh...

not even a hint of pregnancy?

Eh. Any day now.

- I have heard rumors.
- Rumors?

About how you prefer to, um...

to hunt and-- and ride
and play darts

with your handsome friends...
- What?

...rather than spending time
in the bedroom with your wife.

No, no! You misheard.

My wife and I can't keep
our hands off each other.

It's wild.

Mm.

It's horrible
how gossip spreads, isn't it?

Also funny how easily
it happens for some, though--

baby thing, right?

I mean, hell, I even know
some women who have so many,

they have one to spare.

Who?

Ah. I know people.

I'm a very busy man
with many business affairs.

- No doubt.
- So, unfortunately,

I must go out of town
for a while...

for work.

- Oh.
- Surely no one can blame me.

I'm not even here
to get my wife pregnant.

Well, have a wonderful trip.

Only, would you...

It's embarrassing.
Would you allow me

a couple of days
to arrange a new place to stay?

Don't be silly.

Of course you can stay.

I know times are tough.

You're not worried,
though, are you?

- How so?
- Well...

About leaving your wife
here alone...

...with me?

Not at all. I, uh...

...I trust you.

My wife would never.

Listen, Jerome,
my wife-- RIP--

she couldn't wait to jump
into bed with a servant,

and, well, look at me.

Oh!

How dare you?
- Whoa!

How dare you?

You smug bastard!
- Smug bastard, is it?

My wife would never jump
into bed with-- with a servant

or you or anyone,
for that matter.

- Prove it.
- I shall.

As I said, I'll be away
for a while on business.

You can try
and seduce her all you like.

Good luck.
How long do you need?

Easy. Give me a month.

Have 100 nights.

It won't make a difference.

I know my wife to be faithful.

And then...

...you will get me an heir from
one of those women of yours...

...and swear that it's mine.

And make it come up organically.

Right?

Happily... if I lose.

Though if I do seduce her...

...what do I get?

Well, if-- if you do win...

I mean...

...you can have this castle

and everything in it.

Interesting.

It is a beautiful castle.

Mm-hmm.

Hardly change a thing.

This wife, um...

where would she--
where would she go if I win?

Well, you won't win.

My wife is a paragon of virtue.

But ifshe does stray,

well, she'd go straight to hell,
of course.

WhenI win,

I'll be right there with you
to watch her hang.

With all due respect,
you're a wonderful hunter.

I perfected this craft
over many years and--

Ah! Good morning, my dear.

This is Manfred.

Delighted to meet you.

Come. Sit.

I've been meaning to tell you,

I've been summoned away,
unexpectedly,

on business.

- Oh?
- Yes.

I leave today.

But it's just for a few days.

I'll be back before you know it.

Manfred here will stay on

to take care of things
while I'm gone.

And, of course, you have
the guards watching over you.

Not to mention, of course,
your, um...

your maid.

You keep her good company, maid.

- Mm.
- Mm.

I'll be counting down the days
until I'm back.

You will be sorely missed,
my friend.

And don't worry.

I'll take good care
of your lovely wife.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I understand my husband has
other duties.

Important business.

He did say we would
finally try tonight,

but... business is business.

The only thing is... our guest.

- Manfred?
- Yes.

I'm a bit surprised that Jerome
would leave me here...

with him.

Yes.

Where is he?

He's unpacking.

Well, I'm sure my husband knows
what he's doing.

I'm sure.

He said this Manfred's here
to keep us safe.

He did.

He'll be back soon.

We have time.

I'm sure his friend won't want
much to do with us anyways.

Hello.

I would lovea tour
of the castle.

I'm dying to see every--
every nook and cranny

of Jerome's beautiful home.

Shall we?

The chapel.

West corridor.

Graveyard.

The north wing.

That's the end of the tour.

Good night, my lord.

Good night.

Actually...

I'm sorry.

I was too shy to ask before,

but I was wondering
if I might see your bedroom,

just to round off the tour.

Jerome had mentioned
how stunning the décor was.

Perhaps another time,
my lord.

Excuse us.

Can I--

What happened?

Manfred asked to see
your bedroom, and you fainted.

I promise you that
we'll get through this together.

You won't be alone.

And any time you feel like
you need rescuing,

just let me know,
and I'll create a distraction.

Buy us some time
while we figure out what to do.

What kind of distraction?

I'll tell a story.

- A story?
- Yes.

Anytime you don't know
what to do,

just say, "Hero,
how did that story end?"

And I'll take it from there.

I didn't know you told stories.

I haven't in a while.

Well, I'd love to hear them.

And if they keep us
out of trouble, even better.

Thank you.

I don't know what
I would do without you.

I feel a bit silly now.

I'm sure it was just
an innocent question.

I bet he'll be
much more reserved tomorrow.

Lunch!

I feel we...

we may have had
a misunderstanding yesterday.

When I asked to see your room...

...I can see how that
could have been interpreted

as an inappropriate advance
on a married woman, which I--

I would never do.

The truth is,
I love architecture.

And dear Jerome had led me
to believe that, uh,

formalities were not required
while he was gone.

He's like a brother to me,
and...

so you, therefore,
are like a sister.

Well, I hope we can start
fresh today.

Of course.

I'm sorry
if I made you feel unwelcome.

I...wasn't myself yesterday.

Ah! Think nothing of it.

Manfred, please.

So, uh...

what would you like to do today?

Together, you mean?

Well, yes.

I was hoping
I could take your lead.

Hmm.

I would like to...

...hear a story.

A-A story?

- Yes. Hero?
- Yes.

What was that one you
were telling me the other day?

It sounded fascinating.

I think you mean the story
of the Dancing Stones.

That was it.

Would you like to hear it
with me?

I would loveto.

Very well.

Some time ago

in a small town across
the channel from the Great City,

there lived three sisters...

...Mina...

Caterina...

...and Rosa.

They lived with their father,
who was a sea captain.

Losing his wife had been
the great tragedy of his life,

but he loved his daughters
very much.

And he worried constantly
that with no male heirs,

he'd have nothing to leave them
with when he died.

He couldn't protect them
forever.

And so their training
for marriage began.

The sea captain was
often away for long voyages,

and the sisters were left
to look after themselves.

The sisters loved
their father very much,

and they would practice
their skills faithfully,

even when he was away.

But there was one thing
the sisters practiced

that they could never tell
their father.

It was a secret skill their
mother had passed on to them,

a skill known to be sinful,
wicked,

and absolutely forbidden
for women.

Hero.

Good night.

Thank you.

Anytime.

Hero,
what's the forbidden thing

that Rosa and her sisters did?

You'll have to find out
next time.

Cruel.

Wilmot?

I'm pregnant.

Ah.

With my luck,
it'll be a girl, too.

Let's not speculate.

If she is a girl,

then she won't stay here.

It'll be different for her.

It will.

Look.

You can see the moon,
even in the light.

I love when that happens.

You know...

- What?
- My mother used to tell me

that my grandmother was
the moon.

On the moon?

No, the actual moon.

That one.

The smallest one.

So you're a child of the moon?

Apparently.

It's fun to believe it.

I believe it.

What?

I'm determined
to win this time.

Best of luck.

Brutal.

You mind if I cut in?

Your move.

Excellent.

Well, it seems Jerome
has taught you well.

Mm.

He is wonderful at it,

as his Hero.

A woman of many talents.

It appears you have a checkmate.

I'm so sorry.

It must be because
you picked up from Hero's game.

She's always so kind
to let me win.

I would never.

Your victories are
entirely your own.

No need to apologize at all.

A worthy opponent.

To new friends.

Much better.

Good?

Well, then I will kill one
for you every day.

Thank you.

Oh, you must try this.

It's a bit sweet for me,
my lord.

Cherry,
would you like to try one?

Uh... sure.

Mmm.

You left half the berry, though.

Thank you for inviting me
to dine with you, my lord.

Of course.

There's no need
for formalities here.

I'm not like other lords.

Well, now we're better
acquainted,

it's a perfect time
for me to finish that story,

don't you think?
- Yes.

I have to hear how it ends.

Don't you?

Oh, absolutely.

Hero, you have us
on tenterhooks.

And this time I am wide awake.

Wonderful.

Where were we?

Oh, yes.

Rosa and her sisters
had a secret skill

passed down to them
from their mother.

It was a skill known
to be sinful and wicked

and absolutely forbidden
for women.

They could read and write.

Wait, isn't this the story
of Rosa the Cunning?

You know. I thought so, too.

I haven't heard it in so long,
but the Beaked Brothers used to

make us recite it over and over.

Yes, the rhymes.

Rosa the witch
hid her books in a ditch.

And cast spell after spell
to send her lovers to hell.

Yes, I had to recite it
every week.

That's not her.

Although that is a...
charming rhyme for children,

this Rosa was just
an ordinary woman.

But it's still forbidden.

It is.

But Rosa and her sisters didn't
use their skills to cast spells.

They used them to read
about amazing far-off lands

and to write about
their thoughts and feelings,

to let their imaginations
run wild...

...while hardly ever
leaving their house.

I've been thinking...

...what will we do
when Father makes us marry?

And all our books.

We just have to be careful,
that's all.

Very careful.

Promise.

Soon their father
returned home.

I've heard wonderful things.

And with him, he brought...

a suitor.

The wealthy merchant found all
of the daughters captivating.

But he liked Rosa best.

She is enchanting.

Isn't she?

So quiet.

And gracious.

Sweet but serious.

I like that very much.

Now, that wasn't
what Rosa was really like.

Actually, she was funny
and smart...

...with a sharp tongue
and a quick mind.

But he saw what
he wanted to see.

It's morning.

She's right.

But which morning?

As Hero's story continued...

What do you think Rosa
and her sisters are up to?

Shh!

...entire nights had passed
like hours.

And Hero's words still linger
in the air.

She is enchanting.

We just have to be careful.

I've been summoned away
unexpectedly.

Cherry's dreams,
normally a swirl of anxiety...

...hold something new...

...unexpected.

Manfred's dreams are
a little more straightforward.

Sophia, the Fertile,
guide me.

Tell me what to do.

My husband won't touch me,

and I want to be touched...

to produce an heir, of course.

When will my husband be home?

I'm sorry. It's just...

It's been a few days.

Weeks.

I actually have some news
on that front.

It seems...

alas, he's in no hurry
to return home.

In fact, I think
he's enjoying himself so much,

he won't be back
for a couple of months at least.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Cherry. I'm...

...just the messenger.

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Forgive me.

It's me.

Um, yes.

Uh, o-one second.
I'm changing.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry I'm a mess.

No sorries.

And you're never a mess.

When did Manfred
hear about this?

Today, he said.

We'll find a way through this.

Don't despair. Okay?

Now...

do you think you could be
alone with Manfred?

Just for a bit?

I'm sorry for earlier, Cherry.

Jerome asked me
to take care of you, and I...

...I feel as though
I have let him down.

Though I-I had hoped that

my company would be somewhat
of a distraction.

It's not something
you can solve.

Jerome and I,
we must start a family,

urgently.

Ah, yes.
The Beaked Brothers, I'm sure,

are growing quite impatient.

Indeed.

Could you not be
pregnant already?

Are you sure?

Sometimes it takes a while
to show.

Be impossible.

Why?
Why is it impossible?

Wait.
Have you and Jerome never--

Dinner's ready.

I'm not hungry.

Can you finish the story
instead?

Of course.

In the chapel.
I must pray first.

My wife is a paragon
of virtue.

Are you hungry, my lord?

Not at all.

Finish the story.

I'm dying to know if
the merchant gets what he wants.

Yes, the suspense must be
killing you.

How long have you been here

waiting to hear
what happens next?

Hero doesn't know exactly
what this smug man is up to,

but she is going to spin
this tale out.

So what happens next?

Well...

Rosa and the merchant
got married.

She had never really spoken
to another man before,

besides her father.

So when a handsome merchant
appears

with his compliments
and his eye contact...

Welcome to your new home.

...she doesn't stand a chance.

- Get a grip.
- As long as it takes.

Everything will be okay.
Right?

Tomorrow is a fresh start.

Of all the stories
she could have chosen,

she had decided on this one.

I know it's forbidden,

but have you heard
the story of the Dancing Stones?

I think those sisters are
the bravest women

I've ever heard of.
- Me, too.

There's a secret latch at the
bottom of your clothes chest.

Everything you need is in there.

I'll miss you so much.

I propose that we form

a League of Secret Storytellers.

What is the one thing
that they let us do?

- Needlepoint.
- Needlepoint.

We can't write
and we can't read.

But we have stories to tell.

What's this?

Shh.
It's nothing to worry about.

I love you.

We'll weave tapestries
of the sisters...

...and of every other story
that we have heard whispered

until we run out of stories.

Where are we going?

I must see to the fern trees.

Besides, this part of the story
is best told outside.

Strange question, but...

what day is it?

How do you mean?

Since I arrived, uh...

how many nights has it been?

50 nights, sir.

That's not possible.

- I c-- I could be wrong.
- He's not.

Cherry...

uh...

while Hero is attending
to that...

...can I talk to you?

Uh, just for a moment?

We won't go far.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll only be a moment.

I'm so embarrassed.

Don't look at me like that.

I shouldn't have told you.

You didn't tell me.
I guessed.

And you didn't dishonor Jerome.

In fact, I've been pondering,
and I wonder if this isn't

exactly what he wanted.

What do you mean?

Well, at first
I thought it was impossible.

Not my friend Jerome.

It would be so manipulative.

And then I thought, well...

he has this beautiful wife,

and despite saying
that he wants an heir,

he hasn't consummated
his marriage.

And now he's just away

for God knows how long,

knowing the pressure
that you're under.

It's odd.

Perhaps...

things aren't working
on his end,

and he knows an heir is
impossible.

He's too ashamed to say.

And perhaps he knows that's

not a problem in my department,

and he was hoping
that I might take care of it,

leaving you alone with me.

Anyway, um...

I hope I'm wrong about him...

...because you deserve

much, much better.

Are you all right?

I was worried about you
last night.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

Did you ever want to
get married?

No.

That wasn't really
an option for me.

I desperately wanted to.

I was told over and over that
that was the best thing for me.

But I'm clearly terrible at it.

My husband doesn't even want me.

It's not you.

How can you be so sure?

I'm sure.

What does it feel like?

What?

To be wanted.

What does a man do when,
you know,

they want to make an heir?

Well, I don't have much
experience in making heirs,

but... the wanting part,

I have some experience.

Tell me.

Come on.

All right, so...

First, um,
they would take your hand.

And they would do this.

What else?

Um...

They... would do...

this.

Has anyone ever done that
before?

No.

Has he, um...

What about...

...this?

Do you...

Would you want it?

It feels good.

Good.

What else do they do?

Um...

If I were them...

...I would, um...

...I would go slowly.

Then I would stop...

...just for a moment here.

And if you turned towards me,
then...

I would know you wanted more.

Thank you for my hair.
- Mm.

Well...

...if Birdman wasn't too fond
of women going outside

alone after teatime...

...you can imagine what
he'd think of this.

So, they're friends.

Good friends.

There you are.

Walk?

Okay.

Just friends.

It was lovely spending time
just the two of us today...

...and I hope not too trying
for you.

No, my lord.

Manfred.

Well, then.

Have a lovely evening.

Although...

I was still curious
to see your room.

Most beautiful room
in the house.

May I?

Uh...

Okay.

But just for a moment.

Ah, the merest of moments.

Hero.

He wanted to see
the architecture.

Yes. It's even more beautiful
than I imagined.

All done?

Yes.

But I tell you what we haven't
finished is that story.

The merchant was just about
to discover Rosa's secret.

Well, actually, we were
just about to have a drink.

I'd love a drink.

Only two glasses.

I can use the flask,

while I tell you all about
Rosa's fate.

Or whatever the lady wants.

Oh, um...

Well, we shouldn't leave
a story unfinished.

I agree.

Now...

...where were we?

I think the merchant
had just comforted Rosa.

Well, yes, you could say that
he comforted her, in a way.

Comforted her so well, in fact,
that Rosa forgot

the sense of dread
that she'd been feeling.

She loved her new home
in the Great City.

She'd grown to love
her husband, too.

And for those first few months,

she almost forgot
the secret she had.

Almost.

But keeping the secret
from the one she loved

felt more and more lonely.

And one evening when
a cold chill blew off the sea,

Rosa thought of her sisters.

Out with it!

What did it say?

What was that spell
you wrote on the window?

You can't read?

Are you calling me stupid?!

No. It wasn't a spell.

It just said, "I love you,"
that's all.

Liar!

Whore.

Witch.

I'm guessing your sisters
are no better.

No! It's just me.

Please, it's just me!

But it wasn't enough
for him just to trap Rosa.

Soon a letter arrived
at the little house by the sea,

marked with the seal
of the Beaked Brothers.

"To the sisters
of Rosa the Witch,

if you are reading this,
then it means that your sister

lied more than her husband
ever thought possible.

- She wronged him."
- It's just me.

"But we are merciful.

And if you turn yourselves in
and repent,

then we will spare her life."

And even though the sisters
didn't imagine for a second

that Rosa would go free,

they knew what they had to do.

We are the Sisters of Rosa.

And we've come to take her home.

- We know it's a trap.
- Get on with it.

These women are
accused of reading,

of performing witchcraft
and spells.

Witnesses have seen them engaged

in the unnatural acts of magic.

Words are beautiful.

We have just as much right
to them as any man.

Don't interrupt me!

As punishment,

they shall be pushed
from the Great Cliff

to their deaths.

What?!

But I thought this was
a different story

than Rosa the Cunning.
- It is different.

They-- They were witches, though.

Rosa didn't cast a spell.

She wrote the words,
"I love you."

She certainly wasn't
cunning about it.

But it ends the same.

No, it doesn't.

She refuses
to renounce her passion,

her dignity, or her sisters.

So pleases Birdman!

So pleases Birdman.

Why did you come?

We couldn't let you
do this alone.

Shh. Stop it!

I'll be right there with you
to watch her hang.

Is everything all right?

Hmm?

Yes. Yeah. Yes, of course.

Just didn't sleep last night.

What happened to the merchant?

Sorry?

Well, when Rosa
and her sisters died,

you didn't say.

The merchant remarried
one month later.

I feel a bit strange.
Can I have some water, please?

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- You're welcome.

Manfred here will stay on

to take care of things
while I'm gone.

Surely the merchant
felt remorse.

If he did, he didn't show it.

You know that's
not the end of the story.

It wasn't the first time
the merchant had lost a wife.

His first wife had drowned
under mysterious circumstances.

And the merchant found her
so beautiful,

he didn't want to let her
go to waste.

He gave her body to a harpist

who knew just what
to do with her.

He washed her fine-spun hair,

leaving it to dry in the sun
until it gleamed.

It's not my... fault.

Then he cleaned her bones
so well they shone white

and carved them slowly,
carefully into a harp.

He strung the harp
with her long hair,

and when the harp played
at Rosa's wedding,

it made an extraordinary
and melancholy sound.

But Rosa didn't hear
the warning.

Manfred's getting worse.

Have you...

this whole time?

I have.

You're not above the rules,
Hero.

Believe me, I know.

Look, just let me finish
the story.

I don't have time
for your stories anymore.

And the worst part is,
you know how this ends.

Can I come in?

I'm sorry. I...

I'm a mess.

Night terrors.

What's the matter?

I think you're right.

If my husband's intentions are
as you say...

...then we should...

make an heir before he returns.

He'll get what he wants.

He doesn't want me.

I can't imagine that.

If I could...

I'd follow you
for so long, Cherry.

Perhaps lonely.

So lonely.

What the hell is this?

Jerome. You're home early.

No, I'm not.
It's been 100 nights.

I'm afraid Jerome's right.

Shh.

All right. You've won.

- Won?
- Stay quiet, harlot!

A deal is a deal.
I'm a man of my word.

You can keep the castle.

But you will not disgrace me.

All right?

As for you, I'm afraid...

we'll have to lock you
in your room until we...

figure out what your sin is
for public record.

- No.
- No?

I'm keeping your castle,
and I'm keeping Cherry.

I love her.

Love?

You said you'd be there with me
to watch her hang.

That was before I knew you.

I-I'm different now.

- Guards?
- No.

Cherry had nothing
to do with this.

I enchanted her.

With these.

Forbidden stories.

The responsibility is mine
and mine alone.

Cherry had no part in it.

I'll go quietly. Just please...

don't harm her.

See, Cherry is a victim
of witchcraft, as am I.

You don't even want her, Jerome.

You never consummated.

A shameful fact
I will keep to myself

if you release Cherry
and your castle to me.

I want to keep her.

I think I deserve a fresh start.

I've been patient,
and-- and I have listened.

I have listened somuch.

And I would have won the bet
fair and square

if it wasn't for
those enchanted stories.

Stop!

Just stop, everyone.

I'm still here, okay?
I'm not dead yet.

Nothing much was supposed
to happen to me.

I was supposed to get married,
have children,

do needlepoint, I guess,
and then die.

Meeting you,

hearing about those women
that wanted more--

that's been the greatest
adventure of my life.

When I found your secret books,
I was scared.

But mostly jealous

because I wish that I lived
a braver life.

So... here we go.

I love you, Hero.

If you get rid of her,
you get rid of me, too.

Wow.

Well...

I guess, uh, things have really

gone off the rails
since I left, eh?

Well, I guess this, uh,

clears things up between us.

Guards!

- Jerome.
- Call for the Beaked Brothers.

Jerome, stop.

This is the story.

There was no bet.

I was away on business.

My wife was with child.

And you were here
to take care of her

whilst I was away
on important business.

You performed the task
admirably.

The maidkilled my heir

with her witchcraft
and bewitched my bride.

- I'm not like him.
- It's not our fault.

There are laws.

It's their destruction or ours.

So...

whose story is right?

I'm...

I'm sorry.

Right.

It's just us then.

Guards! Take them.

And burn those books.

Now!

Hero.

Can you tell me the story?

The one about you?

Are you sure?

Yes.

I can't leave a story
unfinished.

I mean, you promised me hope.

All right.

Just for you.

This story starts where Rosa
and her sisters' story ends.

When the heartbroken
sea captain brought Rosa,

Caterina, and Mina home

and insisted on burying them
himself.

He placed a tall stone
on each one of their graves.

And as he stood there
in his grief,

the stones seemed to dance
in the wind,

as his daughters had loved
to do.

And a wave of determination
came over him,

and he searched the house
until he found

their now infamous
secret stories.

For days after, he sat
on the hill by their graves

and read every story
they had ever written.

And he loved them.

So he wrote their story, too.

The story of the Dancing Stones.

And instead of staying secret,

the story spread.

In every corner of the empire,

people were talking
about the sisters.

And at length,
it came to the isle,

a tiny, windswept beach
just outside the empire.

A woman called Wilmot
lived there.

And when Wilmot heard about
the sisters

and their terrible death,

it filled her
with rage and sadness.

She knew that soon
the story would be warped

and molded into lies.

I have a plan.

No one is telling me
what to do anymore.

I'm an old woman on her own,
and I feel like

it's time I saw the world.

So I will take our stories
to the Great City.

And I will find every story
I can collect

that would of been forgotten.

And I will bring them back here,

and we will weave them
into tapestries

and pass them down
to our daughters and our allies.

And one day,

everyone will know ourstories.

Count me in.

Me, too.

The fire is dying.
I'll be back.

Wilmot?

Yes, dear?

Can you...

Can you sneak my daughter out
when you go?

Can you find a way
to bring Hero with you?

I thought you'd never ask.

My mother stayed behind.

But after a while,
Wilmot's travels led her here.

There was a story that needed to
be told from one of the maids.

So she became a maid, too,

and wove her stories here.

She hid them in the walls
and the floors

until she could leave.

But she never left in the end.

And so I came here,

thinking I could present
as a maid

and find her stories

and bring them home.

And you found them?

Yes.

But you didn't leave?

No.

What did you think of it?

Was it a good last story?

It was perfect.

Maybe one day they'll tell ours.

Remove your coverings!

And face your shame!

These women have been accused

of perversion and witchcraft!

And they shall be put to death!

So pleases Birdman!

So pleasesBirdman!

Let them go!

- Let them go!
- Let them go!

- Let them go!
- Let them go!

- Let them go!
- Let them go!

Let them go!

As it turns out,

the guards had not
followed orders.

I'm still thinking
about Rosa.

Never stop.

They had not burned
Hero's books at all.

In fact,
they'd passed her secret stories

to their family and friends...

...who'd whispered it in corners
to their friends,

and so on and so on...

Silence!

...until all over the city...

...people were talking
about Cherry

and Hero the Storyteller.

All right!

We are reasonable and just.

We will let you go...

...if you admit your sin.

Admit that you've done wrong,

beg for mercy, and...

we'll let you live.

And admit that knowledge
wasn't made for you.

That's all we require.

Are you sorry?

Not one bit.

Neither am I.

We are not sorry!

We did not commit a sin!

How dare you?

Go ahead, ask her.

Hello?

We've come from the Great City

seeking the
League of Secret Storytellers.

We're the
League of Secret Storytellers.

You know,
it's been a long time

since we've had any new stories.

We've come to tell you one

about a maid who told stories
that spread

and started a great revolution.

The city is burning,

and the Beaked Brothers
have fled.

All because
of two excellent women

called Cherry...

and Hero.

Where are we?

Hello?

Who are you?

I'm the moon.

You're the moon.

The smallest,
most beautiful moon?

Well, I don't like to brag,
but yes.

What are you doing here?

I'm rescuing you, my dear.

Sorry it took so long.

My sisters think
I interfere too much.

Now...

shall we go home?

How was the journey?

Very long.

We traveled for days
to find you.

The next night,

there were two new stars
in the sky.

A new constellation
that shone clear and bright.

Brighter than
all the other stars.

Nearly as bright as the moon.

And do they have a name?

They are called many things.

The Twins.

The Eyes.

But the name
most commonly held is...

...The Heroes.

♪ I fell through time

♪ Only outlived by

♪ Every object I ever touched

♪ Everything my hands
ever caught ♪

♪ You said wealth is a lie

♪ Just a weapon
they hide behind ♪

♪ Every bayou beneath the sun

♪ I dream of forests
we'll all become ♪

♪ I'm only alive

♪ Oh, I'm only alive

♪ No one else
'cause we just arrived ♪

♪ Oh, I'm only alive

♪ I fell through the sky

♪ About your eyes

♪ Your rage is a cradle
I rest ♪

♪ And your hope is a fire
come blazing ♪

♪ You said,
love, don't give up ♪

♪ All the good ones
are broken light ♪

♪ Just one light
and an empire burns ♪

♪ You don't have to bend
this whole world ♪

♪ Take now all of me

♪ Hands made everything,
love, pray, and empathy ♪

♪ Call it mercy

♪ I fell on the sea,
swim through all of me ♪

♪ When that's clarity,
stay here next to me ♪

♪ I'm only alive

♪ Oh, I'm alive ♪

♪ No one else
'cause we've just arrived ♪

♪ So I'm only alive

♪ I'm only alive

♪ I'm only alive

♪ No one else
'cause we've just arrived ♪

♪ So I'm only alive

♪ Underneath the cherry sky

♪ Was the truth,
you off the line ♪

♪ I was watching,
didn't speak ♪

♪ The shadows danced
across your cheek ♪

♪ And I burned for you
like the morning sun ♪

♪ But the night was long
and the words undone ♪

♪ Cherry red fades into blue

♪ But I'm still chasing
the ghost of you ♪

♪ Ghost of you

♪ The ghost of you

♪ Still chasing
the ghost of you ♪

♪ You

♪ All night you let it slip

♪ Your heart's a fragile girl

♪ Stars tangled in the dark

♪ Our love was just
a fleeting spark ♪

♪ And I fell for you
like the morning sun ♪

♪ But the night was long
and words undone ♪

♪ Cherry red fade into blue

♪ But I'm still chasing
the ghost of you ♪

But it was perfect!