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- Thou art He that took me out

of my mother's womb,

my prayer shall be always of thee.

I am become, as it were,

a monster unto many.

But my sure faith

and trust is in thee.

God protect you, child.

- Beautiful sermon, how he talked about new life.

- Mistress May, what a blessing to see you here,

glowing like the Virgin Mother herself.

It brings such joy to my heart.

Aw, may the Lord bring my Seamus and your husband home soon.

Mm-hmm.

God is good.

- Thank you.

- Blessed day, Mistress.

- Won't she miss it?

- She has plenty. We have nothing.

Come Anne.

Whatcha looking at?

Oh.

Oh.

Mm, mm.

Hmpf.

- Hmm, mm.

- The fox fell out on a chilly night.

He prayed to the moon to give him light.

The fox and his wife without any strife,

cut up the goose with a fork and knife.

And the little ones chewed on the bones,

and bones, and bones.

Anne, come back.

- You have a way with this stubborn ground.

Oh, I could never get anything to grow here.

These beet roots will be popular at market.

We can barter them

and this.

- Will you be selling that one?

- Aye.

And we'll have bread to eat tonight.

- Be safe.

- My son chose well when he picked a wife.

You're my jewel.

I'm always careful. I know the roads.

- Anne?

There you are.

- Seamus, you're back.

- I'm here, my love.

Help me.

Pain.

- Is this all? - Aye.

Except...

- Oh, Morwen.

Oh.

I...

- Damn.

No matter. I don't mind.

I've got my sweet Anne.

Be patient. The Virgin will provide.

The Lady is merciful.

She will to it that we have

what we need to fill our bellies.

- And I pray, too, that Seamus will return soon.

I thought he would be here with us again by now.

It's been so long.

- He'll have to put an end to this curse of poverty

and become a wealthy man.

Have faith in his ambition.

This war will make us rich.

- I do.

♪ Aye, aye, this night is long ♪

♪ I most unjustly ♪

♪ Sorrow, and mourn, and fast ♪

♪ Aye, this night is long ♪

♪ I most unjustly ♪

♪ Sorrow, and mourn, and fast ♪

- Jago.

- Hello, Anne.

- Back from Tewkesbury?

- I am.

- Are the wars over then?

- Over for me.

- Then it's good to see you again.

But where is my husband?

- Where is my son?

- Rivers of blood,

bodies,

his Lord's liberty and maintenance, they all look the same,

mangled and dirtied.

Seamus and I, we, we had to leave.

You've known me.

I'm a fisherman, not a soldier.

What army does Richard have?

Armies and fishermen forced to square

against some unknown man at the other end of battle,

and one of us'll kill the other,

and it won't change anything.

It won't cease the fighting,

but the crown would've lost a son

who would've grown her crops and fed her people

if only she'd give him a chance to come home.

- You abandoned your post.

- We agreed we would leave

at night while the captains were asleep.

But we were,

we were beset by thieves.

They beat us,

took what little we had.

They killed Seamus

nigh on.

We should never have left this place,

this little cove.

He was my dearest friend.

- You saw him die?

- Aye.

- How, how did it happen?

- Uh, it's too cruel for a woman's ears, Morwen.

- Oh, I'm no stranger to cruelty, pup.

My heart is already hard.

- They split him neck to navel.

I am sorry.

- Ah, Seamus.

You were my heart.

My chest is empty.

- My son is not coming back,

and you, left childless,

a girl with no husband.

He's gone into dirt with the rest of them.

We're truly alone.

What,

what, what will we do now?

I, I wanted to see him again.

It's safe. Come.

- More dead?

- Yeah, drowned like the others.

- Have mercy on those that crave thy mercy.

Have grace unto them and make it such

that they may, too, enjoy thy grace.

Go forward to life.

- Wasting your prayers on the wicked.

God has laid his judgment on 'em.

God is smiling at us to send such good luck.

He smashed those pirates against our rocks for our benefit.

- Yes.

- I'll trade these trinkets in market

and be back before the sun is set.

- I think there's a man out there.

- Silly child, there's no one out there, hon.

Sometimes I think you're a bit mad

like your mother before you.

Go on. Rest, child.

- Hello, Anne.

Are you well?

Where are you walking to?

- To church.

- Ah, I've lost my taste for pretty sermons.

But don't you know you shouldn't be walking alone here?

There are bad men on this road.

They would steal a girl like you

away from home. - I know the path.

I'll be safe.

- I'll walk with you.

Perhaps you'd like the company.

- I shouldn't walk with a man who's not my husband.

- Your husband's dead.

- Walk well enough without your help.

- Hello, Morwen.

What a fine day.

Sun is nearly shining, and the breeze is gentle.

- Come, Anne.

- Hag.

- You were at church all morning?

- Mm-hmm.

- And he followed you there?

- Yes.

- I never liked that boy.

He always had a jealous look about him,

even as a child.

Always following Seamus everywhere.

I saw the angry look in his eye,

parentless rat.

Look like a stray dog,

always sniffing around for scraps.

Greed, has Jago's heart, I'm sure of it.

- It's...

We were such close friends before I married Seamus.

I, I had forgotten our time together.

I, I do not think him an evil man.

- Evil is not always obvious.

This is a time of war.

There is a lot that spreads all around us.

Demons walk the earth in the shape of men.

Stay with me, and you'll have nothing to fear.

With me, you'll never be cursed.

But if you disobey me,

the knights of hell will drag you down into the pit,

and there'll be nothing I can do to save you.

- I, I promise.

- Oh, oh.

Ah, Anne, come.

Friar Penros has found us on the road home.

- Friar Penros. - Hello, Anne.

- Sorry we don't have more to offer you.

This is the last of our stores.

These are difficult times.

- Course, uh, but do you have anything to drink?

My throat is parched.

Hmm.

Bless you.

Mm.

Mm.

Forgive me, Lord, my hunger.

Blessed us, oh, Lord, and these, thy gifts,

which we are about to receive

from thy bounty through Christ our Lord, amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Mm, brings joy to my heart

to see two such pious women.

I'll show you a special relic,

so you can share in the glory of my pilgrimage.

Just put that back.

Here we are.

- Oh, how beautiful.

- Open it.

- Oh.

- Do not touch, child. Careful.

These trinkets are more valuable than you can imagine.

- It's wonderful, Father.

- For our Lord Jesus's blessed life

from a Bethlehem dove.

Three silver pieces,

special price for such a faithful flock.

- We can't afford such beautiful gifts.

We don't have any money.

- Very well then.

- Who else knows you've returned from your travels?

- You are but the first.

- I'm sure you're eager to continue your journey.

- Aye, I'm just passing through. I am London bound.

Well, thank you for your hospitality.

I must continue my journey

before too much of the day has passed.

A blessing before I go.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil.

Yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul.

Glory to the Father as it was in the beginning.

Lord have mercy upon us, our Father, which art in heaven,

and lead us not into temptation, amen.

- Amen.

- Beware of heretical thoughts, my friend.

Those lies do nothing for you

but illuminate the hideous truths that surround us.

Stay in the warm, blind bliss.

- No, no.

No.

- Move aside.

- What did you do?

- He was making a mess.

- Are, are you mad? He's, he's a, he's a man of God.

He's a holy man.

- Ah, he wasn't a, a man of God.

He was a charlatan and a fool.

He was a false pretender.

These items will feed us through the winter.

You understand.

You, you understand.

Come on.

There was talk around Friar Penros, you know,

that he was a philander.

His heart had been claimed by Mammon, by the lusty feels

for material wealth, and shiny objects,

and the soft gaze of foolish young girls.

He was false.

- Morwen.

- Yes.

- I don't know if I can be as strong as you, as,

as ruthless.

I do not know if we did the right thing.

- All that matters is that we survive.

You must be very cautious

not to give in to sin,

to lust.

I couldn't bear the thought of you in hell,

never to be reunited with my son,

your sweet husband in Heaven where he sits now.

You must be vigilant.

You must be pious.

You will be reunited with him.

Isn't that what you want?

- Of course.

- Well, mm.

Mm, you're a good girl.

- Morwen.

- Anne.

- Jago. - Hey.

- Did you see him? - Did I see who?

- I, I, I think he is a demon.

He's, he's not

from this world. - Ah, there's-

- He's following me. - no one there.

There's no one there.

It, it's just us here. - No, he was there.

He, he wears a, a suit of armor,

and he, he rides a white horse.

- Why would a demon need a horse?

It's just some soldier traveling through to Manor Trematon,

someone made of flesh and blood.

Come. Sit down.

Anne. - Yeah.

- You found me.

- What?

- You were scared, and you came to find me.

I'm glad you came.

What is it?

- I'm afraid.

- Afraid.

- Don't mock me, afraid of what might happen.

I don't want to be marked by a knight of hell.

I don't want to be cursed and dragged into the pit.

- Cursed, Anne? Are you a child?

- Morwen told me that- - Ah, that hag.

Doesn't know anything,

just trying to scare you.

- Hell is real.

- Aye.

I've seen hell.

It's 50 leagues in that direction, and it is real.

Hell is the war between the rich men and spilt blood.

But this, Anne, this is also real.

I want you, Anne, and you want me.

Come to me tonight.

There'll be no demons to haunt you.

Meet me where we used to play as children. Do you remember?

It's just us now.

Come to me tonight.

- This is my dream.

Go.

- Are you awake?

- You came.

- I shouldn't have.

I shouldn't be here.

Wake up.

I have to go back.

- Come and live with me.

Come live with me. - I can't.

- Why can't you?

- She needs me.

- That woman can fend for herself.

- She frightens me.

- She will drain every bit of life out of you.

I can see it clear as day.

Come live with me, and I will make you happy.

- Where have you been?

- I wanted some fresh air.

- You know I'd die without you.

I think you're my angel

sent to care for me in my son's absence.

We're more precious to each other

than all the treasures in the world.

I don't want to be alone.

- I know.

- Know I'll take care of you.

- What are you doing here in the middle of the cold?

- Help me. What are you doing just standing there?

Help me.

Okay.

He may have valuables in his pocket. Look.

What's this?

Nothing, it's just a child's joy.

♪ Amen ♪

- God protect you, child.

- Huh, beautiful.

Yeah.

- Morwen.

A gift.

- Anne.

- Stay here, child.

- Anne, are ya in there?

- What do you want?

- What, you're deaf now, too?

It's not you I want, is it? Anne.

- She came back to me, pup.

Find yourself another bitch to fuck.

- Ah, move, you sorry woman, or I'll push through.

- Go away.

- She's young, and strong, and she can bear a child,

and you would take that from her?

- Yes, 1,000 times, yes.

What joy has a husband or child ever brought to me?

None,

only the grief of losing them too soon

and suffering a long and angry life after they've gone.

Yes, I would take that from her.

Yes, I would live through this winter.

Yes, I would deny you the pleasure of her body.

- Ah, to hell with you.

- And I will take you straight to hell, fool.

- Anne, I'll wait for you.

I'll wait for you, Anne.

- You're upset.

Oh, sweet child, sweet child, you're upset.

This is our fate.

It is not your destiny.

This is where we belong.

You are my son's wife.

I am your family.

I am your responsibility.

It is God's law.

- Mother, my heart is torn,

and I am hungry all the time

for things that I have lost.

Why would you leave me here to starve?

Forgive me.

I have an unruly tongue.

Lord God, I am your servant, always.

But I'm afraid.

What were you trying to tell me?

Morwen, are you awake?

- I heard of a man

who saw a beautiful woman walking to church every day.

Nobody knew where she was from,

but the man fell in love with her.

Matha E. Chawalla was his name, and he loved to sing.

Finally, one day, he followed her,

and he sang a song to her as she walked,

and he was never seen again.

- What happened to him?

- Well, I think he followed her into the sea.

- So she was a mermaid.

Maybe I'll drag you down into the water.

- Anne?

Anne?

Anne.

Are you out here?

Anne.

- What thoughts have you in mind?

- Just thoughts, nothing more.

- Share them with me.

- I think of demons.

- Wow.

- Yesterday, in the sermon, the father spoke

of the demon Mammon,

who lusts for earthly pleasures and material wealth,

and I looked on Mistress May

happy with her newborn child

who wears a silver cross fashioned for his tiny neck,

and, and I was

filled with a terrifying greed.

I want what she has.

I want her wealth,

and her comfort, and her happy rosy cheeks,

and her fat baby.

- Well, why shouldn't you?

- Perhaps it's you who are the demon.

- You thinking on him?

- It was always the three of us,

and now everything has changed so suddenly.

- Aye, everything has changed.

Leave her.

Come live with me.

- I'm all she has.

- I need a wife, and you have no husband.

Come live with me.

- You don't understand.

- But I want you now.

- You are a greedy man.

- Aye.

- Morwen.

I must speak with you.

I have decided I'm going to live with Jago and be his wife.

This is what I want.

Do you hear me?

Morwen?

I have always obeyed you in all things.

I followed your commands

even when the things you did made my stomach turn.

I was content to stay by your side.

You were my husband's mother.

But Seamus is gone.

Don't say his name,

slut, whore.

You'll burn with the rest of them.

Don't you see what you're doing?

- Morwen, I-

- You'll abandon me and condemn me to death,

and the knights of hell will come for you,

and I will cheer for them.

You cannot abandon your duty to me without consequences.

They will pull you down to hell.

- I won't live under her thumb,

not for one more moment.

I'll do what I want.

I'm sorry.

- It's cold and early,

too early.

- Today is Sunday. - Is it?

- Come to the sermon this afternoon with me.

God's words will soothe your soul.

- You think my soul needs soothing?

- I will make you a pious man.

- May it please you to prosper, Zion,

to build up the walls of Jerusalem.

Then you will delight in the sacrifices

of the righteous

in burnt offerings offered whole.

Then bulls will be offered on your altar.

- The fox and his wife, without any strife,

cut the goose with a fork and knife.

They never had such supper in their life.

The little ones chewed on the bones,

the bones, the bones.

- You failed us. I win.

- I did not. - You're a liar.

- Stop. It was me.

I failed us.

- Come on. Sun is down.

We should leave.

- Just a small prayer for Morwen

and for Seamus.

- Seamus is dead and in the dirt.

I told you.

Rotherham's men smashed his head in, left him to die,

and I don't want to hear any more about him.

- I thought it was the thieves who split him neck to navel.

- What does it matter, Anne? Man's gone.

They found our camp.

Seamus tried to fight.

And he was a fool.

- Tell me.

You must tell me the truth.

- Truth?

I have always loved you, Anne.

Do you not know that?

And now you can be mine, truly mine.

We can leave Seamus behind, his mother behind.

Our lives are ours to live.

We don't owe anyone anything.

- Tell me the truth, or I will never speak to you again.

- He changed while we was away.

His ambition, it grew and grew,

and he was unafraid.

- Seamus, don't.

- War bred in him

an appetite.

- Come before it gets too dark.

He's got a purse on him.

What's wrong with you?

Huh?

Scared of a dead man, huh?

- No.

- Seamus, don't.

- Seamus.

You came back to me.

You came back to me.

Ah, Seamus.

- Help. It won't come off.

- I really had no choice.

- You left him behind.

- I had no choice.

- Morwen was right.

You always were a jealous boy.

- Stay. - Let go of me.

Father.

Father?

No, leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Morwen, let me in.

We, we are not safe here.

Morwen.

- Anne, Anne, Anne, get it off.

Anne, Anne, help.

Help me. I can't get it off.

- Morwen.

- Anne, please.

- Are you trying to scare me back into submission?

- Have pity on me.

- So I come back to your side. - I can't get it off.

It hurts.

- You're being foolish.

- No.

No, it's stuck, it's stuck.

Horrible.

Horrible, horrible.

Get it off, get it off.

- Hold still. - God, Anne, it's hurting me.

Anne, Anne.

Anne, Anne.

- Be still.

- No, I'm afraid.

- There's nothing to be afraid of.

- I need you.

Please.

I'm sorry.

- Now you really are a demon.

- Forgive me.

Forgive me.

- No way.

Ah, come, come, come.

Here.

Shh.

Shh.

- It's cursed. Don't touch it.

- No.

It has no power over me.

There is nothing to fear.

- Anne.

Wait. - What do you want?

- I was looking for you.

I couldn't find you.

- What do you want?

- You, Anne, I want you.

- I will not be yours or hers.

I don't belong to anyone.

- All your talk of demons, Anne,

I'm not the one hurting you.

Come back.

Anne.

Go then. Hag.

- Come inside.

Here.

This will help you sleep.

I'll be back before the sun is down.

- Yes, Anne.

♪ Merry it is while summer it lasts ♪

♪ With song of birds ♪

♪ But now draws near the wind's blast and harsh weather ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, this night is long ♪

♪ And I most unjustly ♪

♪ Sorrow, and mourn, and fast ♪