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Thought a man might be grateful for a
woman's attentions.

James Read is to have a wife
to come here, ma'am.

Corinna, that's her name.

Is that so?

But we made a promise to the Pamunkey
that we would honour

- the boundaries that we agreed with them.
- We lie every day.

You promised you'd help us.

I want to repay you, Chacrow,
I promise you.

Be careful you don't grow too
friendly with them, Sharrow.

We might wonder whose side you're on.

It's time I had a wife.

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Yesterday you laughed once.
Today you laughed twice.

In one year you will love me.

I saw where the mariners hid the
chest of cargo.

We dare not go near it.

The Company looks darkly on freebooting.

I am the Governor.

You will do well to value my favour.

We have a traitor amongst us.
A Catholic spy.

I believe Christopher wants to marry me

once sufficient time has elapsed.

You may be my counsellor, widow Castell,

and the world need never know it.

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Henry Sharrow, a man known to trade

many fine goods.

You will be welcome into our family.

Winganuske...

Her knowledge of tobacco, corn, beans,

sunflowers, many plants.

She will be a good wife for the
Sharrows.

You will bring children to honour
both peoples.

What kind of welcome might this
place give a Pamunkey woman?

It's our duty to help her, Verity.

A pagan wedding?

I fear we have so
betrayed our precious faith.

Sharrow will make Christian vows,
my dear.

But this wedding
may prove politic for us.

How is it politic, Governor,
to dilute English blood?

We will turn it to our advantage.

Sharrow is well placed now to serve
our needs.

Surely God wants us to do the good
work of saving his soul,

and all of their souls,
from Satan's darkness.

Did ever marriage transform a man.

And does not Henry Sharrow's soul
that is quickened

but rather his balls.

I see beyond your quips to cry down
romance.

Our hopes came by the worst of
circumstances,

but they are here upon us, all the same.

I will not let you hide

from the possibility of marriage.

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They're more beautiful than I hoped for.
What is the charge?

Oh... no, let's suppose it's a debt
already honoured.

James Read, the ship is sighted off
the coast.

It will be here in an hour.

Corinna! Corinna!

She's gonna take one look at me and
turn back for England.

Hey, you come with me.

What shall I say to her?

- I only practised in compliments.
- When you see her on the wharf

you kiss her on the cheek and you
tell her she's beautiful.

- Oh.
- Corinna. Corinna.

Right.

James, hold hard.

Yeah.

That girl is going to throw her
heart at you.

You took that from the stolen cargo,
didn't you?

Didn't we promise we would never
go back to that chest?

Oh, shh! Them's are shrimp thoughts.

Don't you want James Read to look
fine for his new love?

Woman, you would give a philosopher
a headache.

Don't you look handsome, James Read.

And the sun is shining a blessing
down for your wife arriving.

Ain't this the happiest day, ma'am?

- Ain't them the prettiest flowers?
- Stop your babble, child.

- Does your tongue know no rest?
- A brooch... a hairpin.

- You are all finery today, Jocelyn.
- Am I?

- I made no effort.
- Oh, you did, ma'am.

Ain't it so pleasing to see you take
it a delight in beautifying.

Shall we walk down to the wharf?
The ship is due to arrive

- bringing more maids for marriage.
- The wharf?

No. No, I wish to remain here.

We wish to compliment you, Sharrow,

on such a choiced marriage.

Why is it your congratulations feel
like a pestilence?

We'd like to thank you for the advantage

that such a match brings our
settlement, Henry.

Well, I see no benefit the kind that
appeals to Company men.

You slander yourself, Sharrow.

We believe Chacrow will be open to
an enticement from a...

brother such as you.

Well, then, you don't know
the Pamunkeys as we do.

Chacrow won't be bought.

A fat purse will purchase
any man breathing.

Talk to him, Henry. Show him favours

and then ask him if he'll assist us.

That's a fine wedding gift to offer
my wife...

to betray her brother.

Your wife is Pamunkey. Every man's
first loyalty is to England.

Help us and you'll keep your license
to trade.

Is that stark enough for a man who
prefers a blunt tone?

I had James Read make them.

They are beautiful because I told him
to make them so.

You mistake me, Pedro,

if you believe my affections might
be bought

with these maloongas that are made here.

No.

You mistake me, Maria.

Your daughter.

Your youngest son.

Your oldest son.

And your husband.

You wear them, and every day they
will be with you.

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I hoped you might like to declare
your love

for your kindred proudly...

so the world can see it.

Look.

You're beautiful.

No signs from the doctor of any
Catholic sympathies, Jocelyn.

He displays only doting eyes and
wooing words.

Then you must make him more secure in
your affections.

How can I? I smile and simper at
every opportunity.

Call on him after dark. Suggest how...

disaffected you are with the
governance here.

So, why are you so convinced that
Christopher is the Spanish spy?

It's a fine doublet you're wearing, Read.

Take it off.

Read, to wear garments beyond your
station

will bring the most severe punishment.

Take it off.

Dear Governor, Master Read carried
the body of his wife-to-be

into church just now. He's grieving.

Might some allowances be made?

Read, the next time I'm about the
settlement,

if that garment is on your back,

there will be a reckoning.

God, that blacksmith, he vexes my
every instinct.

That bull head of his refuses authority.

I suspect Dr Priestley, Jocelyn,

because he has a highly regarded
apothecary.

He could enjoy a fine practice in London.

So why does he come here,

at exactly the same time as the
Spanish covet our colony?

Whispers, Jocelyn.

Tonight, sweet whispers will winkle
out the truth.

You do not intend to take the
doublet off, do you?

Corinna travelled across the ocean...

with hope in her soul.

And she died...

one day from shore.

I shall wear it for her.

You are a lesson in mourning,
Master Read.

Such devotion for a maid you haven't
as much as met.

But any living, breathing man

robbed so cruelly of his woman

must feel the stab of affliction,

or resentment.

I had to look at that woman's loveliness

and accept...

that I would never feel her breath
upon my breath.

I'll never know her fingers on me.

Never taste her sweat with my tongue.

I would ask you to leave me be tonight.

My spirit is dangerously broken.

Promise you will not love me.

There ain't no need for such a promise.

Ma'am, why are you sleeping here

when you have the sweetest bed sheets
in all of Jamestown?

- There ain't no logic in it.
- Is there a logic in it, Mistress Castell?

I... I came out to walk on my own
because I could not sleep.

But here you are, you're cosy as a
hibernating dormouse.

It is unseemly of me to be found here,

on the ground. I trust you will make
no mention of it.

I'm only grateful, Ma'am, that no-one
else discovered you on your own,

such as a man.

Consider this... if the Governor
should walk through them gates

and see you wearing the red doublet...

Will you just take it off!

- I ain't ready.
- Please be careful, James.

I don't just mean the doublet.

How did you come by your dainty
doublet, Master Read?

I bought it, sir, from a mariner ship
a few weeks ago.

The sailor? There's a one crime for
wearing the doublet,

another one if it's stolen cargo.

No, it was the mariner's own, sir.

His wife was a seamstress back in
England.

He sold it that he might buy more drink.

- What was that man's name?
- Cedar...

or Seabald? Seacrow?

Seamen it seems.

A name such as that, sir.

I don't believe when our Governor returns

you'll still be wearing the garment.

And he loathes you plenty, Read.

Winganuske.

She says you will prepare food
with her now.

I'll teach you what we prepare later.

Alice, she is. Winganuske wants
you to understand

that she's the senior wife so she'll
give you instructions for the day.

It is the Pamunkey way.

I think it'll need some explaining.

Yeah, I think it will.

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Oh.

What are we gonna do?

Lady Yeardley,
I have a question for you.

What is the word for this sound?

Jangle.

It's a beautiful word.

Lady Yeardley, the Governor...

he likes me very much
because I'm the best.

Well, he treats me kindly.

I'm glad to hear you
appreciate your good fortune, Pedro.

But he has not yet named a time when
I will be free.

Oh?

The Englishmen here wonder when
they'll be granted their own farms.

Then ask my husband.

Ask him and he will tell you.

You're very kind.

Where did you get such charming
bangles, Maria?

They were a gift to me from Pedro.

- Oh.
- He wanted them to be beautiful.

And they are.

They are.

No, Winganuske, that's not how we do
things here.

We like onions in the pot.

You threw my onions away!

Master Read, you left me alone
in the dark.

What kind of man does such a thing?

You were safe enough.
I made sure of that.

The Marshall found me asleep there.

If he tells the Governor...

I must find some way to gain the
Governor's favour.

Why didn't you wake me?

Cos then you would've seen me weeping.

I couldn't bear that, neither could you.

It was a mistake.

My own sorrow must've overcome me.

If there is even a hint that I have
dealings with a blacksmith

it would be the ruin of me.

Well, I'm grateful...

for your dealings with a blacksmith.

And for your appetite for touch.

And for the comfort that you gave to me,

whether you intended it or not.

- You promised me you would not...
- I'm not breaking my promise.

- Then tell me you'll forget.
- No.

No, I won't forget.

I'll treasure it,

but no-one will ever know, from me,

the tenderness
that we gave to each other.

- Governess...
- I must bury Corinna.

How do you like being married
to my sister, Henry?

- Well, she knows tobacco.
- That ain't what Chacrow's asking.

She knows her way around the dark.

We will call you Leaping Henry.

That is your name now.

Leaping Henry!

She said she's known some bedfellows.

That is common for our women like
Winganuske.

Before she marries she gains
practice. Why not?

So much better for you, Henry.

Might it be any of these men here?

Leaping Henry!

Leaping Henry.

Leaping... Henry.

Chacrow meant no harm.

No man laughs at me and triumphs.

Sir, since Henry Sharrow has
returned with his bride,

your face has been a masterpiece
of blisters.

The Sharrows pay tribute to
Opechancanough.

So many Indian kings revere and
venerate him.

We're supposed to be converting them.

Sir, do the Sharrows
not show you the means

by which you might weaken Opechancanough?

Trade?

Might I suggest that you indulge the king

in the vast amount of chattels
that he wishes for.

Tell him that he can pay later,

say that this marriage has brought
our two peoples into greater trust.

Feed him and feed him

until he cannot possibly pay
what he owes.

Then call his debts.

How cunning becomes you, Jocelyn.

The blacksmith, Jocelyn...

avoid his company at all costs.

Do you understand?

Tell the Governor I'll do as he asks.

I'll bait Chacrow into betraying his
own people.

That's a stark change of heart, Sharrow.

What brought it about?

See, the man who betrays best
is a man who feels he's being betrayed,

and you, son, you only married.

But you are the master of darkness,
Marshall.

When were you deceived? At your
mother's tit?

You'll know my sword one day, Sharrow.

I promise you that.

Tell the Governor I'm ready.

The Lionheart, wasn't it our coin
paid for that cargo,

still out in the woods?

Verity, we agreed.

Verity, we pledged never to go near it.

Consider this... molten lead.

But what will happen to it? Huh?

It'll be discovered
by some ***, some rascal

and then they will enjoy the benefit
for what we've paid for.

Or it'll sink into the quag
and it'll rot.

The rats will eat it.

Wouldn't that be a shameful
waste of what is ours?

Mm. There's some truth in that.

- I will confess.
- So, where's the harm in us

going out there and taking it so that
we might put it somewhere

it won't be found, so that at some
other time it'll be ours.

When all these troubles are forgotten.

Some other time. That's wise.

We'll go tonight.

Hurry up.

Hold up.

Hold up.

Master Massinger, sir.

We were just passing by and look
what we found here in the woods,

just lying here.

Isn't that something, sir?

It was a fool's ploy to give the
blacksmith the red doublet.

If the Marshall or Governor were to
discover it were you

that were trading with the old
mariners, well...

But the Marshall and the Governor
ain't here with you.

You tell anybody else this is here?

No, sir.

What do you want from us,
Master Massinger?

This cargo here...

nothing but trouble for you, so...

I'll take it. You will forget about it.

Yeah.

- It's... only chest.
- A pity.

Why would you want it? You have...
You have wealth enough.

How dare you! Go on!

Our Governor is so pleased with the
marriage of Winganuske

to one of our farmers,
that he wishes to provide

a new kind of trade.

I told our Governor it's a sign
of our bond.

Pamunkey and the English...

that we will trade by promissories.

A promise from Opechancanough to pay...

at some time in the future.

Because we are so sure of each other now.

Chacrow gave us this.

It's what we English call
a temporary kindness.

We will provide Opechancanough with
splendid English treasures.

As many as he wishes for.
We are all witnesses to this pledge.

Opechancanough is a man of great honour.

He will not fail us.

I do not understand, temporary kindness?

But I will take these gifts.

We gave you food and offered
the pipe, not arrows.

The real people tried to welcome you.

But you broke your promises.

Perhaps these temporary kindness
is a new beginning,

and your honour now restored.

I like my table very much.

Chacrow...

do not believe this promise.
Tell Opechancanough to not accept

his kindness as it seems.

I've seen my brother plotting with
the Marshall.

There is a trap in this. I know it.

So, now you are our friend, Silas.

I only wish to speak the truth.

I only wish to live by honour.

Go. With my respect.

So, you're pleased with my work,
Governor, sir?

- You know when I'm not, Pedro.
- Then I am happy.

Cos it all depends upon that.

Sir, when will you give the time when
Pedro will be free?

You are free, Pedro. You're at
liberty to ask any question

you wish of your master. You have no
fear of punishment

and you're able to walk
with me into town.

Now, is it not a good life?

No, it is a good life, Sir,

but the Englishmen...

They do not
enjoy my love as you do, Pedro,

- do they, hmm?
- No, Sir.

Ma'am, the Governor is coming.
He's on his way.

He'll be here soon.

Take it off. You know the Governor
is at the gates.

You tell yourself it is some mark of
love's loyalty.

Are we to applaud your brave heart?
I doubt it. Take it off.

Grace is easy enough to conquer...

except for those who have it.

Do you wish to reprimand me for
being shorn of my morning dress?

I choose to catch hold of life, Sir.
Take it off.

This is nothing more than a red flag
of a man who believes himself

defeated by sorrow. A man ready to
drown in his own self pity.

Take it off.

Please.

Read!

What do we have here, Chacrow?

Opechancanough sends
these young men to you,

to work on your farm.

They will labour every day for one year.

Since you have explained
this trade to him,

my king wishes that you might pay
for this at some other time.

It is as you described to us,
a temporary kindness.

Or... if you choose,

this might be counted as a balance

to the tribute you presented to him.

We have Henry Sharrow to thank for
this bond of honour

between us now.

They were told!
Opechancanough was warned

that our intention
was to capture him in a debt.

We were betrayed.

Don't go wasting your time accusing
us Sharrows.

Didn't we try to explain the
Pamunkey ways to you?

Weren't we the ones did your
business for you?

What about your wife, Henry?

She spends her day making cornbread.

What would she know
about English politics?

It'll always be a danger having one
of them here amongst us.

We will continue our battle of cunning.

Ply them with God and greed.

Until the day comes

when we have cannons enough

to conquer them.

Why have you never married, Sir?

The same reason as you, James Read.

- Because I'm here.
- No, I tried.

I had myself a wife shipped out.

Will you marry widow Castell?

It is not your place to ask such things.

No, but here I am asking.

A respectable amount of time has
passed before...

I ain't asking about time.

I'm asking about intentions.

Why are you so exercised

by the possibility?

For months...

I dreamed of Corinna's body.

I imagined it.

That was all I wanted.

I was tormented by its closeness.

But then, when I realised she was
only a few days away...

I better knew what that longing was.

To look deep into a woman's eyes

when she knows every crack in my soul.

And these thoughts, Sir, they became
precious to me.

You are quite the romantic, Master Read.

What about you, Sir?

Do you ache with that same need?

I wish to marry.

Yes.

Did you visit the doctor?

Sir, I cannot convince myself that
Christopher is the spy.

Did you visit him, Jocelyn?

Sir, to be witnessed so newly bereaved

skulking through the dark
to visit a man...

I have traitors all around me, Jocelyn.

Are you my confederate or are you not?

I am, Sir.

- Most certainly.
- Then tomorrow,

you'll report to me what became
of your night visit.

Did I not warn you to be shy
of the blacksmith?

A widow is a woman who knows already
what a man is,

since her immaculate days are gone.

She's flesh, and it is presumed

that she will not be contented
until she shakes again.

That is why...

a woman must remarry,

and that is why a woman of high blood

must tread most carefully.

I expect my mistress is in need
of some medicine,

for some pain or sleep.

I expect she didn't wanna wake me out
of the kindness of her heart.

I expect.

I said to my mistress,

'Master Read ain't mourning Corinna.

He is mourning love.

That's why he must wear the handsome
doublet like he do.'

When I put it on...

the feel, the silk...

I was a man about to be married.

The doublet on my back... I was in love.

And I feared that if I took it off,
I might lose that feeling

and never find it again.

But where is the doublet now, Sir?

You go back to your bed, Mercy.

Why would a man such as you leave
the promises of England

for such a barbarous corner
of the world?

I knew I could learn more here

about medicine, mankind
and Christopher Priestley.

I have that adventurous spirit that
our Governor speaks so fondly of.

This place is a den of poison vipers.

I've come to fear that we're on the
side of the devil's own.

Oh, Jocelyn.

I do not believe you for one minute.

You relish every clash and battle.

That is why fortune has brought us
both here,

to this hell-begotten place

that we might, together...

we might deal out some...

influence for the better.

Forgive me.

My hopes leap ahead of my dignity.

Jocelyn...

I know I've been behaving really
strangely lately, recently.

It's because...

well, Samuel and I were such
close friends.

When he died...

I was possessed by the most...

treacherous and wonderful thought
that...

that you might be mine now.

I felt such guilt as to imagine it.

Do you see?

Yes.

Yes, I see.

It was me who told Chacrow

that you betrayed the Pamunkey.

Kill me.

I don't want to live beyond this day.

I said it because I had to.

And no more than that.

Don't ask me why I told the truth.

Ask yourself why you turned traitor

to people who saved your life.

To Chacrow, to your own wife.

Do you still not know the Pamunkey?

Ain't Master Read a man of true
chivalry, ma'am?

If I died and my cold face
was kissed by a man,

told me I was beautiful,
and then mourned me

by the wearing of a handsome
red doublet...

I would aswoon.

You'd have to climb up from your
deathbed first, Mercy.

I do so hope you're feeling better
now, ma'am.

I can't so much as close my eyes

knowing that you can't close your eyes.

Mercy, did you wake to find me gone
last night?

No, ma'am. I followed you.

But when we saw that you went into
the doctor's apothecary

we knew not to worry.

Mercy, you said "we".

"We saw you go into the apothecary."

Master Read said for me
to return to my bed, ma'am.

Master Read witnessed me going to
visit Christopher after dark.

I think it was the mourning
kept him awake, ma'am.

He did have a yearning about him.

Mm...

Nicholas, why have you brought such
a bauble back to Jamestown?

Master hates Simeon and all castes.
He will prove most beneficial to us.

And you have seen base metal
turn to gold?

The art of alchemy brings wondrous
transformation.

You love me.

My true question, and it'll torment
me for not asking,

will you marry him?

I may be a thief but I ain't infected

with your horse piss morality!

Let us be mad.

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