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- Previously on Reign...
- Your generals. Who did this?

It was the Red Knights.

They left a calling card in my chambers.

I'm bringing the ships in for
maintenance at the end of month.

I can have them back on the
North Sea in a week's time.

I suppose a week is a small price to pay

to maintain our fleet.

I received a message
this morning from Lola.

Then I realized this
was not a letter to me,

but a coded message for you.

She's saying there's a week
when I can have safe passage

across the North Sea. I'm going home.

Before he died,
Francis asked me

to give this to you the
day you left for Scotland.

You had my sister beaten

so you could reclaim the regency.

You deceived and betrayed me.

- Claude, please...
- Go to hell!

You may be regent,

but I am king, and you will pay

for what you've done.

There's another one alive here!

Help me.

Keep quiet,

or we're next.

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Put them all to the sword.

Where is Bash? Did you
see him on the beach?

No.

Look over there.

How did you get ashore?

Two crewmen and I clung to the mast.

We washed ashore about
1000 strides from here.

I found a dozen or so mercenaries.

When the pillagers arrived, they
chose to save their own lives.

The few soldiers I had left deserted.

And I don't blame them.

They're vulnerable and
unarmed on foreign soil.

Foreign soil for them,

for me it's home. Scotland.

Mary, we have to go.

Found one more.

Still breathing.

It's Bash. He's alive.

We have to stop them.

Give me your sword.

It's gone.

Then we have no choice.

Look away.

They're taking him, the Druids.

What the hell kind of
country do you have here?

We have to follow them.

I couldn't save anyone else,
but I won't leave Bash behind.

I brought my best chef back from London.

We'll sample his menu later.

You're really going all out

to impress the prince of Denmark.

Yes, our correspondence
has been warm, encouraging.

And he knows I'm seeking a husband.

Denmark's quite a small nation.

Are you really considering such a union?

Sweet Lord, no.

Denmark's main export is oxen.

England suffered an outbreak

of hoof-and-mouth disease
that nearly wiped out

our livestock.

We need beasts of burden to plow
our fields before the harvest,

or we'll all starve.

The romantic life of a queen.

Don't you wish you were still unwed?

Speaking of,

I didn't mention you were married.

Prince Magnus' companion
is also seeking a bride.

But what's the harm
in a little flirting?

Especially when you care
for your husband so little.

I didn't say I don't care for him.

That's right, the words you used were,

"morally corrosive and very sexy."

Remember,

be charming, even if
his friend is boring

and hideous.

What makes you think he'll be either?

So they shine in comparison,
royals often surround themselves

with the less attractive.

I don't mean you, Lola.

Your majesty, the prince of Denmark.

Your majesty.

- Prince Magnus.
- Yes.

May I present Prince Magnus of Denmark.

Oh.

Do you really think

you can bribe your way

back into my good graces?

You paid a man to marry me,

and then assault me on my wedding night.

Claude, your ordeal with Duke Bionel,

it was abhorrent, but can't
you take comfort in knowing

it was for the greater good?

What good? You becoming queen regent?

Charles and I both know

you tricked Lord Narcisse

into accepting the duke's
proposal on my behalf,

- then had me beaten.
- To discredit Narcisse,

and have him removed as
regent, yes, I did that.

You didn't just have him removed,

you manipulated Charles
into doing it for you.

I will split hairs with you

no longer. Narcisse had to go.

You may loathe me in private,

but you will keep your disdain a secret.

The Red Knights would like nothing more

than to see this family fractured.

And what exactly are your plans
to apprehend those knights?

This is an enemy unlike
any we have faced.

We don't know their
numbers, nor their leader.

Only their agenda,

which is to discredit
and destroy the Valois.

My response is

to quietly gather intelligence,
determine their next move,

and catch them in the act.

Sitting and waiting is not a strategy.

We need a plan of action.

My plan will not be questioned further.

I'm the one in power,
and you will listen to me.

You are hereby ordered

to stay safely

within the walls of this castle

until the Red Knights
are brought to justice.

Can't you just lock her up?

Unfortunately, no.

She deceived the king.

We have Christophe's letter as proof.

We can show it to the privy council.

You told her there
would be consequences.

One of which would be me
exposed as a gullible fool.

I pressured the council
to remove Lord Narcisse

as regent and install
Mother in his place.

My nobles can't know how she tricked me.

It's maddening how she
constantly gets her way.

Not for much longer.

The moment I learned of Mother's
treachery, I hatched a plot

that will not only
remove the queen regent,

but get rid of the regency all together,

leaving me to rule on my own.

By law, you can't until you're of age.

Privy council has the power
to declare me of age early,

if I can prove, through merit,

that I am fit.

I plan to bring down the
Red Knights by myself.

And when I do, the
council will have no choice

but to see me as a legitimate leader.

The captain told me we would
land in Edinburgh around dawn.

Considering the storm hit us
from behind and raged all night,

I would say we've landed
somewhere north of there.

It's isolated and sparsely populated.

If we run into any locals,
what are the chances

that they'll be happy to see you?

In this region, it would be an equal mix

of Scots who support me, and
those that want me ousted.

The only reason that I'm
on this godforsaken rock

is to get to Lola in England.

The only reason I am
with you, my constant foe,

is to rescue Bash.

I read about these people, look.

That is a wicker man.

They burn people inside it

- as human sacrifice.
- That's not true.

My Scottish nannies told
me that they are a peaceful

and misunderstood people.

You think you know your
country and your subjects,

but you don't.

This is a broken land.

It's devastated

and ripped apart by England and France.

You saw what happened on the beach.

They kill foreigners, they
don't reason with them.

I am not a foreigner, I am a Scot.

Raised in French court.

Scotland may have been on your mind

all these years, but
it's not in your soul.

It's like that scabbard you carry,

you may wish it held the blade
that Francis made for you,

but it is still empty.

I understand that you
hate me for driving a wedge

between you and your wife...

One brick in a very long wall.

But I didn't have to bring you with me.

You promised protection

and tactical knowledge on
this journey, so provide it!

Save Bash and then we
will go our separate ways,

you to England to return Lola home,

and me to Edinburgh,

to meet my regent and
half-brother James,

who will restore me as Scotland's queen.

Well, if the locals in these
parts are hostile to you,

it is better that your
identity remain secret.

From the shipwreck, I
took papers from the bodies

of your chambermaid and her brother.

So, congratulations,

we're siblings.

They're going hunting.

We should go now.

If they are unfriendly,

at least their numbers
will be diminished.

I see most of your rooms face south.

To embrace the light.

In Denmark, in the
summertime, the sun never sets.

Isn't it quite dark this time of year?

A minor concession.

There's so much wonderful
literature and theater,

we barely notice.

Yes, you mentioned that.

Oh, and if you tasted our cuisine,

you'd never eat bland
English food again.

Have you considered
hiring a Danish chef?

Oh, no, what would be the point?

You could never achieve
the same richness of flavor,

not with fish caught
in your part of the sea.

You think our part of the sea is worse?

It might be why your
air has a certain odor.

It lingers.

In Denmark the air is...

Superior? Am I right?

You are, you are indeed.

You don't miss French court?

I do,

but it's rather fascinating
getting to know another queen.

So you're like an informal emissary.

How intriguing.

But even more intriguing is
how a woman as lovely as you

has yet to wed.

Uh, actually, I have wed.

I had a husband, but he...

There was a fire, and he was gone.

I'm so sorry. Any children?

A son. He's here,

under the supervision
of a very kind nanny

thanks to Elizabeth's generosity.

So you're free to
spend your day with me?

- Absolutely.
- Wonderful.

As is this castle, Your Majesty.

Eh, if only they could re-orient it

so the landscape looked less... flat.

- In Denmark...
- Please.

I...

meant I would like
to show you something.

Prince Magnus.

Why it sounds as though

you are standing right beside me.

Welcome to the Whisper Gallery.

It's an architectural feat.

The acoustics are designed

to carry one's voice a great distance,

but if you were to stand over there,

you'd hardly hear her.

How magical.

My father designed it so
he could secretly woo women,

even as he stood next to their husbands.

But the surprises don't end here.

Come. I got you something.

As we arrived,

we saw nothing but the
dullest greens and browns.

When did it snow?

It didn't, I had it brought in for you.

And your favorite winter game,

- Fange Flage.
- I love it!

Keep it up, I might even
give you a deal on those oxen.

Tesei trin druh

fram bre swaq ped.

Tesei trin druh

fram bre swaq ped.

Du ghoil breen truv kol.

Du ghoil breen truv kol.

Treh gom knowl,

treh gom knowl.

Seq druven begnan si.

- Stop!
- Those snakes are poisonous?

- He'll die.
- Unhand our friend, you savage.

Stand your ground.

He has drawn Sea Breathe.

It will kill him,

but this ritual could help.
If he is fated to live,

the snakes will not strike.

The Druid's Egg,

secreted by the serpents
and marked by their tongues,

restores all.

He will survive.

My newly created spy network,
"The Phantom Brigade,"

is an exclusive group. I chose you,

not just because of
our years of friendship,

but because you come from France's

most influential families.

Through your connections,

we will root out this
nation's most insidious enemy.

She's coming.

Oh, God, that vase

was a gift for my 18th birthday

from Pope Paul III.

It's fine.

I always hated the hideous thing.

You boys have fun.

Your mother's in a rare mood.

She wants me to like her again.

I'm still confused.

Why are we playing battledore
and shuttlecock in public

if our meetings are
supposed to be secret?

Our meetings are secret,

but when the queen
regent sees us together,

I want her to think I'm
entertaining feckless youths,

not my agents of espionage.

Which brings us back to our mission.

Now, tell me, who has dug up information

on the Red Knights?

No one has anything?

Well, keep at it.

Let me know as soon as there's news.

Now let's eat.

You have something to
share, don't you Felix?

It's likely nothing,

but I didn't want to mention
it in front of the others

to avoid ridicule.

That's not nothing.

That may just be the information I need

to vanquish the Red Knights

and force my mother from the throne.

The goal is to capture
the other nation's flag

from atop its fort. If you are tagged,

you must freeze...

until one of your teammates tags you.

Shall we play with snowballs

counting the same as a touch?

- Why not?
- What fun.

Oh yes, we Danes used to raid

your country all the time, you know.

At one point we'd even taken
over your people completely.

That was 600 years ago.

The glory days of the Vikings are over.

We shall see.

Elizabeth,

men in general like to win.

Prince Magnus seems a very proud man.

Denmark has things that England needs.

Plus, you want him

to want to marry you, don't you?

So let him win.

I was frozen! You hit me already.

Denmark is the best!

Denmark is the best!

Oh, yes!

I've done it! I've won.

Denmark is the best. Hello.

Denmark is the best.

Weapons are being
secretly amassed in Orsay.

My spy told me.

You have a spy?

Several, actually.

I took a page out of Mother's book.

She has courtesans gathering
information for her.

I've recruited my highborn
friends to do the same for me.

Daniel's father is a general
in the elite gendarmerie.

Thierry's is a rector at
the University of Paris.

I've heard universities can be hotbeds

of anti-monarchist movements.

Did Thierry tell you of
the munitions stockpile?

No, that was Felix,

the son of Duke Jean-Dubois,
whose duchy includes...

The Port of La Rochelle?

Precisely.

Felix went to his father's office

and snuck a look through
the shipping logs.

He noticed crates of weapons
being moved through the port,

then on to Orsay.

And what's so odd about that?

Orsay is a farming town.

They don't need those armaments.

What if the Red Knights
are headquartered there?

It's a hunch worth looking into
and I plan on doing it myself.

It's too risky.

Claude, I must take personal
credit for this triumph.

But you're hated in Orsay.
The last time you were there,

the villagers pelted your
carriage with rocks and rubbish.

Narcisse imposed a tax
on them and I was blamed.

Regardless,

I am going. I just need protection.

The only problem is the Red Knights

have infiltrated the kingsguard.

I don't know who I can trust.

In the kingsguard? I do.

It's the man I'm going to marry.

Hello.

Are we dancing?

Tonight and forever, my darling.

I told you I'd use my connections

to help you rise in station.

And I did. You are now working

as the right-hand man to the king.

Together you'll expose the Red Knights,

and topple the regent.

Our regent?

Your mother, Catherine de Medici?

- No.
- Yes.

And once my brother is
declared sole ruler of France,

he has promised to make you a duke,

the highest title in French nobility.

High enough to marry me.

Oh, dear, but this,
Charles' idea, it's, it's...

Difficult? Daring?

Dangerous?

Of course it is.

But Charles is smart,
and you are brilliant.

No more brilliant than Catherine.

I don't know who to fear
more, the Red Knights or her.

My mother's a genius,

but she's also selfish,
corrupt, and not worthy to rule.

Charles is like Francis.

Fair and kind. He represents

the France of tomorrow.

The France you and I will flourish in.

You speak of the fates of royals.

My life doesn't merit
being lumped in with theirs.

It does.

You are a good man,
deserving of this opportunity.

All right.

I will report to Charles at once.

Booked passage with mercenaries?

It's all we could afford.

We're from this...

humble town near Paris,

where the money was running low.

Found a rich Scot to
marry my sister Pauline.

We were heading to, um...

Falkirk.

Near Edinburgh.

After the shipwreck, we followed you

to ensure Bash's safety.

He is a loyal servant of ours.

Thank you for your hospitality, Senneck.

It's a virtue we adhere to.

Along with honor, loyalty,

justice.

Then how do you explain the wicker man?

Pierre.

He's not the first to
think we're savages.

Most of our countrymen fear and hate us.

We're not nomads by choice,
we're driven to be so.

When we first came upon this oak grove,

there was mistletoe
clinging to the branches.

The sign of a sacred place.

So we made camp

and built the effigy.

For protection, not human sacrifice.

If it keeps us from harm, we'll burn it

to thank the gods.

Hopefully, we're safe until spring.

Who's there to threaten you out here?

There's not a village for miles.

The Wulvers are always in pursuit.

They live by feeding off others.

They pillaged your ship.
Murdered the survivors.

These Wulvers, that's
not a clan name, is it?

It's our term for them.

Named after a beast
that's half-man, half-wolf.

They're our most deadly foe.

Surely Scotland's ruler can
help you with your plight.

Have you taken this
affair to the regent?

We want nothing to do with politics.

It's never aided us before.

The Wulvers are
anti-government revolutionaries.

They detest the current regime.

You'll soon marry into this country

and learn that it's a
fractured place of hate

and distrust.

Maybe if a great unifier appeared.

A leader we could all put our faith in.

But who is up to that task?

I don't know.

Let's get started.

We still have two barns
to search down the road.

Orsay doesn't have many buildings

large enough to house

the number of weapons we're looking for.

We're running low on options.

Have hope, Your Majesty.

Gun powder.

There's loads of it.

Whoever stockpiled
this could start a war.

The Red Knights' emblem.

I have a plan,

but it will require
additional men who can fight.

Back at the castle,

I can handpick a team of kingsguards.

Ones that I can personally vouch for.

Perfect, then we return here

and use this gunpowder to
blow this silo to the heavens.

The explosion will draw
out the Red Knights.

They'll come running to save
what's left of their weapons

- and when they do...
- We'll be waiting.

It's going to be a stunning victory.

One the privy council can't ignore.

Long live King Charles.

Will you be visiting

Elizabeth's palace in London as well?

I'm afraid we're heading
back to Denmark tomorrow,

which is why I'm keen to spend
every remaining moment with you.

I'm quite smitten.

I get the sense,

though you are widowed,

that you're not necessarily interested

in marriage, am I right?

Uh, you are, I'm afraid.

Then forgive me for
being so bold as to ask,

would you be interested
in anything else?

In my chambers tonight, for example.

There's the smile I was hoping for.

I didn't say yes.

Allow me to charm you some more

and we'll work on that next part.

We'll talk of livestock soon enough.

Now, the thing you'll love
about the Baltic Sea...

If we could stay on topic of
trade for just a moment more.

The oxen are yours, Elizabeth.

Draft your statement

thanking Denmark for saving
England from famine... no,

ruin... and you'll have your deal.

Saving England?

This is hardly charity,

you're charging us a
fortune for those bovines.

They are magnificent animals.

Better than you ever had here.

And, I'm sorry, I must insist
on the public statement.

You can help us spread the
news of Denmark's glory.

You'll feel the same way.

You'll love Copenhagen.

You think I'll abandon my
country and move to Denmark?

Oh, no, I was thinking of it more as,

"Even Elizabeth,

ruler of England, chose Denmark."

Excuse me, please.

Elizabeth.

I am saving England from famine,

I am the more important
play on the world stage.

Do the Danes brainwash their royals,

or are they too sheltered to recognize

how puny and insignificant they are?

England should invade Denmark.

It would take barely any effort

to crush their people
and their arrogance.

Magnus, I...

Did you just declare war on my nation?

- I think you misheard.
- I know what I heard,

thanks to your father's Whisper Gallery.

Now you hear this.

You can kiss your oxen and me good-bye.

- We are leaving. Now.
- You mustn't go.

Seeing how upset you were
when you left the table,

I came to apologize.

I may have bragged a
bit about my country,

but that's only because you
and England have a reputation

for believing no other
nation or ruler compares.

You're reacting to words
said in frustration, words...

Words Queen Elizabeth didn't even say.

It was me, I said it.

I felt you were insulting the queen,

my host and my dear friend.

There will be consequences.

Grave consequences.

I'm sorry to do this,

I truly am.

You are hereby

banned from Denmark.

For life.

It's a fate worse than death apparently.

Oh.

I've come to tell you that
Bash's condition has improved.

He'll be on his feet by tomorrow.

You're packing?

Were you planning to say good-bye,

or were you just going
to scurry off like a rat

with a mouth full of cheese?

I made it abundantly clear
my only goal is to find Lola.

And lest you continue

to think of me as rodent-like,

I checked with Senneck
on Bash's progress earlier

to make sure you had someone
by your side before I left.

- So, you don't need me any longer.
- I do.

You were right.

I don't know this land,
I don't know these people.

And, while I've been
trying to appear confident,

what if I'm not fit
to reign over Scotland?

If you're worried about the Wulvers

and the Druids, some rogue clan

and a bizarre tribe in white,

are not your country.

No, they are one brick

in a very long wall.

What about the
Protestants and Catholics?

What about me and John
Knox, a religious zealot

who despises female monarchs?

Accompany me to Edinburgh.

When I am on the throne,

I promise I will obtain Lola's release.

Please!

I cannot help you be queen!

Or Scottish.

Time and again, you have
shown an uncanny ability

to emerge from adversity
unscathed and on top.

You did it in France...

much to my great annoyance...
and you will do it here.

I can spend no more time on
your journey, I have my own.

You care for Lola.

I see that.

Give the identification
papers I was using to Bash.

He's your brother now.

Good-bye, Mary.

My team of trusted Guards is ready.

We'll meet them in the
woods beyond the village

and then head to Orsay.

Ah. My escape team.

The secret passageways are clear.

There's a humble horse and carriage
waiting below as you requested.

Your Majesty, may I have a word?

I've been thinking, and
it would be most prudent

if...

we completed the mission
while you stayed here.

What?

But Charles has to be there

in order to be credited for the win.

We will make it abundantly
clear, especially to the nobles,

who is responsible.

Claude, I took a vow

to protect the king's life.

I ask you to consider another vow.

That of marriage.

Do you wish to wed my sister or not?

Please do not die, Your Majesty.

The only death dealt today
will be to the Red Knights.

Our mission is to blow up

their munitions stockpile in Orsay.

I'm going to someone to run ahead,

scout the target and
make sure no one's there.

I'll go.

I'm the fastest rider.

I'll also need a decoy in my bed

pretending to sleep off a hangover.

Got it.

Felix, you and I will rendezvous

with Leith and travel with him.

Godspeed, brother.

Charles will be fine.

There's something more on my mind.

Have you ever wanted something so much

that the fear of not
getting it makes you wonder

if you ever should've wanted it at all?

It's how I feel about you.

Something we both want so
deeply warrants a bit of fear,

because I don't want
to live without you.

And after this, I won't have to.

No one will ever keep us apart again.

Lola.

Something occurred to me.

How ludicrous my Danish punishment is?

You were awfully quick to take
the blame for my harsh words.

Well, you were awfully
quick to benefit from it.

I'm serious.

Why did you do it?

I suppose I wasn't thinking.

I'm not sure I believe that.

I think back on your kindnesses.

Ways in which you
extended yourself to me

through words and council
designed to help me

and to get me to like you.

Why is that so odd?

No, it is wise to be
kind to your captor,

but I think you took a risk,

hoping I would take risks around you.

Maybe tell you something
I wouldn't otherwise.

Information you could share with Mary.

I have shared no information with Mary.

I don't have any
information to share.

I've been here for months,

and in your company enough

to see how complicated your position is.

My position on Mary, your friend,

is simple.

I'm a threat to her
life and your nation.

Because England and
Scotland share borders.

Because radical Protestants
and Catholics hate each other.

Because the blood in
your veins divides people

into camps, encouraging
battle for a single throne.

You're a good person.

And so is she.

Both in untenable situations.

I feel Mary's is worse.

Scotland is now Protestant.

What will she do?

She can't stay in France permanently.

Well, why not?

She's loved by the French people,

hated by so many of her own.

I can't see her rushing
back to a country

she's never really known.

Not without a strong ally to help her

take her nation in hand.

So you're saying you think she'll wait

for a powerful Catholic
king to be by her side.

That she won't return until she's wed.

I don't know.

But I do wish that you could see Mary

as something other than an evil foe.

And believe that I might
actually be a friend.

I will try.

That's what you said
about Magnus of Denmark.

You didn't manage it.

Well, I didn't take
him out with a snowball.

That's progress, isn't it?

Once I'm settled, I assure you,

I will repay you for
these horses three-fold.

I'm certain you'll make
good on that promise,

Mary, Queen of Scots.

I know I speak the truth.

How? Have you seen my portrait?

No one in this region has
been to Edinburgh Castle,

let alone the portrait gallery.

Rest assured, your
identity is a secret here.

And one I intend to keep.

I don't understand how you knew.

I didn't at first.

The tales of our far-off
queen have been told so long.

I pictured you older,

but here you are, so young.

The fact that you might
be Scotland's monarch

washed ashore wasn't even a possibility,

until I looked in your eyes.

And what did you see?

The human soul is immortal.

When we die, we live again in another.

Inside you, I recognize
your father, King James,

and his father before him.

Do not fear what is to come.

All you need to bring
this country together

you already possess.

The spirit of Scotland

is in every beating of your heart.

Welcome home, Your Majesty.

Your kindness will not be forgotten.

They've given us more supplies

than we can carry.

Thank you, Senneck.

I owe you my life.

I know you don't subscribe to our ways,

but everyone can use a
blessing for the road.

We'd be honored to have yours.

Grant, oh, gods, thy protection.

And in protection, reason.

And in reason, light.

And in light, truth.

It's the clansmen.

If they see you, they'll kill you.

- I can fight.
- You're still too weak.

In here, quickly.

We can't escape. They've
surrounded the camp.

We have to hide and I know where.

- What are those for?
- You heard Senneck,

If the Wulvers find us,
we won't have a chance.

Unless we can get them
to take mercy on us.

These could help.

Can you heal that, Healer?

See anyone else alive, boys?

Who are you?

I'm Pierre. This is my sister, Pauline.

We were sailing here from
France when our ship sank.

And the men in white caught us.

They were going to burn
us alive at sundown.

Thank God you saved
us from those heathens.

Indeed.

A pretty lass like
yourself should be loved,

not sacrificed.

Are you at war with the Druids?

War? No.

Just clearing our lands of garbage.

They've plundered our hunting
grounds and our fields.

They're a threat.

As you might assume we are,
if you survived that shipwreck.

You saw men like me kill your
fellow travelers, didn't you?

I wasn't there,

but I was told the injuries
your companions suffered.

It was beyond hope.

They have a saying here,
"Dead men are free men."

For us, it was an act
of mercy, not murder.

We understand.

Now, with your consent,

My sister and I must go to Falkirk.

We're on our way to meet

her husband-to-be for the first time.

We're heading that way,
you'll travel with our caravan.

Oh, no, we can't trouble you.

Would you like to die?

Clearly, you're new to Scotland

or you'd know that these
roads are treacherous.

Bands of filthy Druids
still lurking about.

But you're safe with us.

I think his generosity is an act.

He must have some use for us.

Yes, as hostages.

Lady Lola.

You look uneasy.

Just surprised, that's all.

Have the Danes gone?

Gone, just as others arrived
on this island's shores.

Survivors from a French merchant ship

that sank off the coast of Scotland.

The captain of Magnus'
Danish ship told me.

What is odd is that
no cargo washed ashore.

The bodies that did, however,
were loaded with weapons.

They weren't sailors,

they were soldiers.

Mercenaries crossing from France

through the North Sea,

which, conveniently,

was unguarded as my
fleet was in for service.

It's quite a coincidence,
don't you think?

I'm not sure what you mean.

Ask what you really want to know.

Whether your queen is dead.

I believe she is.

You told Mary where to cross.

Somehow you learned my fleet
would be out of commission

and you told her.

And I want you to know something.

I don't blame you.

What?

You can't blame yourself either.

Do you have proof that she was aboard?

Proof that she's dead?

It's her ship, Lola.
I know it in my bones.

If she'd landed safely days ago,

why hasn't she reclaimed her throne?

I would prefer a body,

but the ship sank beyond the rocks,

and many of the corpses
will never be found.

This can't be.

If Mary is gone, Scotland
will fall into chaos

and you will not be safe there.

You yourself said you didn't
want to return to France,

to your husband.

You lied to me,

but that, I believe, was truth.

I don't understand, why
aren't you angry with me?

Because you were loyal to your friend...

your queen...

till the end.

I could use a friend like that,

which is why I'm inviting you to stay

here in England, with your son.

Not as prisoners, but
as English subjects.

Think about it.

I'm sorry for your loss.

The door's locked. No one's come or gone

in the hour I've been waiting.
The Red Knights aren't there.

They'll come as soon
as the first starts.

- Is the kingsguard ready?
- In position,

hiding in the narrows.

All right then. Here we go.

Good shot, Charles.

If there's so much gunpowder in there,

- why won't it go off?
- Give it a moment.

Something's wrong. We need to drop back.

Not yet, let me see what's happening.

Felix, no.

Help!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

The weapons are gone.

There's just grain
inside, burning grain.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Save the silo or we'll starve.

It's the kingsguard.

Stay back.

- Protect the king!
- The king is under attack!

Kingsguard, no not
attack! Do not attack!

There's been a terrible mistake,

we're in search of enemies of the crown.

The king is here to punish us.

They think you're burning
their food for revenge.

Retribution for refusing your tax.

No, we're after the Red Knights!

Get the king back to the castle!

Stay back!

Do not attack!

The Red Knights caught
on to us, but how?

I took precautions.

Are they launching a
counter-attack as we speak?

Is the castle in
danger? What have I done?

It's the Red Knights.

Thierry, run!

I told them to move the weapons.

But thanks for sharing your plan

and giving me a head
start to the location.

Gave us loads of time.

- You're a traitor.
- No, Charles, I'm a patriot.

You...

I'm so sorry.

Here.

Drink this.

You have magic in you.

Mount up.

If we leave her here, she won't survive.

Good, she won't survive
anyway, let's go.

Allow me.

Oh, thank you, Duncan.

Is something wrong?

I'm just nervous.

It's been quite a
dangerous journey so far.

We'll take good care of you.

Are you all right?

The Druids called them Wulvers,

but I saw a pin on Duncan's cloak

that bears the insignia
of the Clan MacFie.

These men don't just hate my regime,

these are the ones who
tried to assassinate me

and killed Francis instead.

We need to escape.

When you're safely on your throne,

we'll rain hell down on them.

I can't wait until then.

The leader of the
clan, a man named Munro,

ordered my murder.

Senneck said the chief of the Wulvers

has pillaged so many
of his own countrymen,

that he has to remain in hiding.

We won't find him unless
we trick his followers

into thinking we're
such valuable prisoners,

they must take us to their leader.

Mary, if they learn
the queen of Scotland,

a woman they want dead, is
travelling in their midst...

I've been assured no one in this region

has seen my portrait.

We will continue with our cover story,

they will escort us to Munro,

and I will rip out his
heart as he did mine.

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