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He will hunt you down if you leave.

Then we shall make a game of it.

He has more land than he can hold.

It is for a fille du roi.

He wants to fill the Doma with children.

I am to have a wife!

Whoa, whoa. Please, I mean no harm.

No, no. Have-have mercy!

Thom! What are you after?

It is Francis. He's dead.

Go. Get the girl.

The priest?

They came for him. I-I put him down.

Where is he? Watch over the priest.

I'll find Lafarge. Take this.
I'll be quick without it.

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I came to hear your
account of what happened.

It was Gus Lafarge and his boy.

The whole town knows that.

What were they after...
the girl and the priest?

No.

It was a business dispute.

Gus had it out for Francis.

- He came by threatening us both.
- A business dispute?

That is my account, Captain.

I'd like to hear
details of this dispute.

A wobble.

This is Lafarge's poor craftsmanship.

This mayhem is on account of a wobble?

The wobble upset Francis.

Gus refused to honor his work.

And that is what happened last night?

Aye.

All that with the girl and the priest

from the Iroquois massacre out...

One is not related to the other.

And what would the Hudson Bay man Goames

say about this if I asked him?

You doubt the words of a widow?

- Mathilde.
- Hm.

Apologies.

Francis was...

He was a particular man.

The town will be made
poorer without him.

And you will bring Gus Lafarge back

to answer for what he has done to me?

Of course.

First I must report these
events to Quebec City.

The Intendant De Fer will not be happy

with what has befallen
Wobik these past weeks.

That is a fierce wobble.

Gus should stick to
bending barrel staves.

If there is more you
wish to tell me, Mathilde,

I would hear it.

No.

That is all I wish to say.

We'll be wanting to know what
you saw out there, Priest.

Father.

We're here for Brother Clape.

The company I work for needs
to hear what the priest saw.

Father Clape will come with us.

Now step away.

Would you stab a priest?

Depends on the priest, I suppose.

This is my apple knife, for now.

Brother Clape will be seen to.

And when he finds his
tongue, we'll have his story.

And bathe him in the wisdom of the Lord,

so that he may be made whole again.

Excellent work, Monsieur Sel.

Come with me.

There are more that need to be
pulled from the sky. This way.

I might be of help if you tell
me what you're looking for.

- A span of trees.
- What sort of trees?

Ones that will hold
and reign over the rest.

This is not that, do you agree?

It depends.

Yes.

So much depends.

Yes.

Yes. This is the place,

I'm sure of it.

You see how these

create a perfect form?

Yes.

Leave them. Clear the rest.

What are we building?

A sky table, these will be the legs.

- Sky table?
- Yes.

I wish to stride over the trees

and study the clouds
and the smoke from Wobik.

No man in New France
will possess such a view.

I have never heard of such a thing.

I have invented it.

I have made a sketch.

There is now precedent for such a thing.

I will start at once.

I have been granted a wife

by decree of the king,

and I wish to complete the table
before we are properly bound.

What of Mari?

Mari is not my wife.

Sir.

Oh. Worry not. 'Tis the Wendat.

Bonjour!

Tell me, Sel, what does
a man such as yourself

think of all day?

Besides the bite of the axe, I mean.

I think of nothing.

Nonsense. The bird of
thought enters us all.

What vapors fill your mind?

I think sometimes, uh...

of my brother.

He who is dead?

Yes.

This is what families are like.

The ones who have come
and passed from this world

push us to find new fields.

It is the fear of departing this realm

without leaving a mark.

You must do better
than this dead brother.

You must set a course for yourself.

I will start with this.

And Mari must not know a word of this.

Now, I need to be able to trust you.

You have my word.

Good.

There you are.

I do not like them, but
they are good, for now.

Mr. Goames.

Gus Lafarge is dead.

By your hand?

No.

He had the jump on me. I was done for.

Then a man came out of the woods

and ran him through with a stake.

What man?

It was dark. His flesh putrid.

That is all I saw.

You expect me to believe this tale?

It is the truth. Lafarge is dead.

Black robes took the priest.

Lafarge's boy took the girl.

There is no need for summary.

My head aches with it.

My men are out looking for the girl.

She will be found and Gus's
boy will be taken care of.

Just like you took care of what
happened out there on the creek?

He speaks for you?

I speak for myself.

Mr. Goames, you are a guest

of King Louis of France.

The Hudson Bay Company has
no claim in this territory.

I've been tasked in finding Mr. Cross,

and I shall see that job through

until I get a proper account.

How?

Well, maybe the girl saw
something during the massacre.

Aye... the bloody Iroquois.

The very same ones feeding
the crows down by the docks.

They will be back to collect their dead.

Now, I would remind you and your savage

that the penalty for stepping
beyond your place is death.

Ask your questions,

find your man Cross... or not...

and then be gone.

I...

I have skill with both
the French and English,

I know their ways, their customs.

I can help you with
your trade in New France.

Our village is full.

Goodbye, French.

No...

No.

No, please.

No!

Do you know how we judge a true warrior?

If you can outrun my arrow,
we'll know your worth.

Run, French.

Tighter.

What is the matter, child?

I'm terrified I'm going to choose wrong.

Not I.

I will have the one with the most land.

There is more to man

than how much land
they have to their name.

Are they devout? Are they kind?

Men are not kind.

Not unless they want something.

And then you keep it from
them and drive them mad.

I believe there is good in all men.

And the task of the woman

is to draw it forth, to nurture it.

What would you know of men, Mother?

I'll have you know

I was married before I took my vows.

I was in love with the shopkeep's son,

but my father married me to a widower.

A sheep farmer with fat hands,

who smelled of sheep shit and brandy.

On my wedding night, I
cried myself to sleep.

He spoke not a word for three days,

just pointed with his fat hands.

"Food. Bed. Brandy".

Then one night, there
was a terrible storm.

Lightning dropping onto the
sheepfold, bright as day.

We went to gather the
flock into the barn

and a bolt of lightning
struck the oak tree

in the center of the flock,
where my husband stood.

I was on a paved stone and spared.

But the last thing I remember seeing

was him pointing at me in the rain.

Is the lesson

don't marry a sheep farmer?

Dress yourselves.

We must ready the hall

for the dance tonight.

Let us begin our work.

Quickly.

It's disgusting.

It could be worse.

Delphine. Those sacks.

Shovel. Surely you know
what to do with that.

Mm, I've never used one in my life.

Do not attempt to lie to me

about such a small thing
as a shovel. Now work.

Delphine, gather some
flowers for the garden.

We will touch this place
up to a perfect shine.

I will help her.

Be quick, then.

Soon we will be free of Mother Sabrine

and make our fortune.

Isn't that why you came here?

My village was small.

There was nothing for me there.

And there will be nothing here

unless you make something.

Or else you never should
have made the journey.

Aren't you afraid of what awaits us?

I won't wait for anything, Delphine.

I watched my mother wait her whole life.

She's still there, in
her chair in the kitchen,

looking out at that dirt yard,

watching the chickens hunt fleas.

Huh?

- You saw Claudette's lot.
- That is Claudette.

It won't be me.

If you put your mind to it,

you can remake yourself here.

Show me clearly

the one you have chosen for me.

Or speak her name,

that I might know her upon first sight.

A modest woman free of vanity

whose greatest pleasure is to please.

One with whom I might ascend

on beams of the light.

Very well.

What are you going to town for?

Business, Mari.

I will wait for you.

Do not.

I will stay at the inn tonight.

And when I return I will
sleep here from now on.

Not in your cabin.

It is our cabin. Your son sleeps there.

Then it will be made
better for the room.

Come.

And one...

And one.

No, no, no, no.

Have you forgotten
everything I taught you?

Again.

I do not want to dance.

Mari, come.

Release me.

Mari.

What have you done?

Clean me up.

I...

I cannot return to our house.

I cannot enter it

without thinking that you will be there

instead of these trees that surround.

Sir?

I come in respect for the
dead, sir, and in need of help.

Whose man are you?

Monsieur Trepagny bought my
contract and then released me.

You have run off.

Say it.

Yes, I have.

And now you pester
me. The town is there.

They will arrest you for desertion

or worse, if that fool
Trepagny demands it.

I need only to make it to the docks

for a boat back to France.

Passage to France requires coin.

You plainly have none.

Excuse me, sir.

My apologies. Take this for the grave.

Is there no corner of
this godforsaken land

where I can be met with silence?

You hold forth weeds and
you burble empty words.

You defile my departed's
grave with your idiocy.

Sir, whatever you need done, I will do.

I've learned much from
my time in the woods.

I can see that.

How many men do you know who can connive

an Indian out of clothes?

They prepared a feast in my honor,

I gained knowledge of their ways.

Get to your point.

I can be of service to you.

But how, exactly?

I would like a word, Mr. Cooke.

Of course.

Your man, Gus Lafarge.

Aye. What of him?

Gus and his son ransacked the innkeeper.

His boy Thom took the girl that we found

at the creek settlement.

What happened at the inn was a tragedy,

and Captain Bouchard will
see to it and set it right.

I am sure of it.

The captain is nothing
but a belly full of brandy

and not the man to set anything right.

Gus Lafarge is dead.

I saw his end myself.

Come in. We shall have
a cup of tea and discuss.

Thank you.

Oh, may I?

My wife used to prepare
this for me every morning.

She said the honey

for the throat.

And lavender

for the eyes.

I think you'll find it quite soothing.

It's sufficiently hot.

Do not lie, Mr. Goames.

I can see that it pleases you.

Answers would please me more.

Gus Lafarge is dead.

A good result for you, I suppose.

He leaves behind a wife and son.

I would hardly call that a good result.

If he's dead, as you say.

He is.

Where's the boy?

Well, how would I know?

Uh, what happened at the
inn was not of my doing.

This is about the creek
massacre and your hand in it.

The Iroquois were the
hand... they were put down.

The Iroquois are easily
guided to savagery.

Mr. Goames,

do not take me for a
Frenchman who harbors secrets.

Now, you came here to
look for your man Cross?

Yes.

And the Company sent you?

- They did.
- Tell me,

who was it who tasked
you with this mission?

The name doesn't matter.

Though I recently
parted from the Company,

yet I have many friends

in her bloody ranks.

The name matters.

What are you getting at, Cooke?

The Company did not send you here.

If they had, you would know
that what happened by the creek

was your man Cross's idea.

That's right, the massacre.

The gathering and
enticing of the Iroquois.

I don't believe you.

Pardon me, sir,

but I don't believe you.

The Company did not send you.

You're here for some other purpose.

And what of it?

Cross is married to my sister.

Father to her son.

His correspondence ended.

So I came here to discover
his whereabouts for my sister.

That is the truth.

And yet... Cross is a Company man?

To the bone.

Well, as a Company man yourself,

you should know that it is their aim

to grab land

where they can create instability.

And then move in,

and take advantage of that instability.

Your Cross was sent here to do that.

You lie.

I'm afraid that I do not.

He contacted me and asked me
to partner with him on this.

And, now, I am afraid
I am left for the bill.

So, you see, Mr. Goames,

we are allies of a sort.

We are no such thing.

Where is Cross?

Well, I don't know,
but he's probably dead.

Well, if he is, you
will be held accountable.

And how, exactly, will
I be held accountable?

This is New France.

Where do you think you are?

And what will the French
do when they find out

that a pack of English are behind this?

Especially ones with ties
to the Hudson Bay Company.

That, to me, looks like an act of war.

And they will round up and hang

every British civilian they can find,

including you.

So, let us finish our tea
like good British subjects.

And then, perhaps, you should
leave through the back door,

and not give that drunkard Bouchard

too many pieces to put together.

What are you doing?

My job.

Trepagny said this plot
is to be cleared, so...

I will clear it.

What for?

A table.

In the sky.

You may ask him about it.

Did he tell you what his
business in town is for?

No.

It is for that woman.

He told you this, I know.

He told me nothing except to work

and to clear this plot

so he may build his table.

And you do everything he says?

That is my job.

What else?

Nothing.

He's mad.

Yes.

Yes, perhaps.

He will bring unnatural
things to settle here.

I've seen what he does to men like you.

You will die in this forest, Mr. Sel.

Now, tell me.

I have given my word to
serve Monsieur Trepagny,

and I will do so.

Honorably.

And what of me?

Please...

Mari...

let me finish my work in peace.

Mr. Cooke?

Ah.

There you are, my boy.

Uh, in here.

Come.

Sit.

Are you all right?

You all right?

Did anyone see you?

- No, sir.
- Ah.

Is my father here?

No.

No, he... he hasn't returned.

Uh, is something wrong?

I hurt the innkeep's wife.

Stabbed her.

Where is the, um...

that little girl?

Uh, Mr. Trepagny showed up.

And the little girl ran off.

I'm truly sorry, Mr. Cooke.

I suppose my father was
just doing this job for you.

No! No.

You are mistaken in that.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

- Good.
- Can you help me find my father?

He did not show at the meeting place...

Oh, of course.

Of course, Thom.

But first we must hide you.

You cannot go home after
what happened at the inn.

I will handle it.

Now come with me.

Stay in here

till I take care of this.

Not a peep.

I will be back...

with your father in no time.

Yes, sir.

I should report your
whereabouts to Captain Bouchard.

But you won't.

Don't get clever with me.

Clever would be asking
about the boy in the shed.

I am twice as clever to know
that would be a bad thing.

But if a man were to have
a job watching that shed,

might that prove his worth to you?

It might.

Then I shall watch like a hawk.

Do not double-cross me.

Did you expect a prince?

They're old.

Where does a lady begin?

What are we supposed to do?

This is our chance to
size up their offer.

The one on the end is
quite taken with you.

He has a kind face and
not so old, I guess.

Go, talk to him.

Remember what to ask.

His land, what sort of house he keeps.

The men should step forward first, no?

Mother Sabrine said

it is to be our choice.

Go.

Be bold.

Men of Wobik...

I am watching all of you.

So, mind yourselves!

These women are the
property of Good King Louis.

And it is by his grace

they stand before you,

ready for matrimony

in the name of New France.

Present yourselves.

I believe some wine might help.

- Hi.
- Bonjour.

That's better.

Wish me luck.

And me, good fortune.

Let the tournament of love begin.

Ladies.

I am Claude Trepagny.

No man in this room has as much land

as I, nor as fine a house,

and my Doma is without equal.

Soon it will eclipse poor Wobik.

Now, let me see.

Ah, yes.

What is your name?

- Isabelle.
- Isabelle, enchanté.

- Enchanté.
- You are very beautiful.

And you?

Charlotte.

It was my mother's name.

Oh.

Magnificent perfume.

Merci.

Oh.

Trepagny.

Hey, give the ladies some air.

They've likely had
enough of your preening.

I will give them more than air.

Here.

Now, spices and lumps
of sugar from the Indies,

enough for every lovely
lady here to enjoy a taste.

Voilà, please.

Help yourselves.

Isabelle, where are you from?

My mother is from Paris, sir.

And your father, what are his holdings?

Um...

I see.

Charlotte, from where have
you come to this new land?

Gascony.

My father holds an orchard.

Oh, really?

Peach, pear, apple?

- Quince.
- Quince.

Right.

And who is this divine creature?

- Angélique.
- Angélique. Enchanté.

Enchanté.

You have such fine hair.
It shines like the sun.

Thank you.

Do something.

Well, Trepagny has a letter.

He's entitled to be
considered by the filles.

I shall talk to him if you won't.

Good Lord, Mother,

you have blocked my marvelous vision

with your godly face.

You made your ridiculous entrance,

now make your exit.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I have seen my wife.

Three years it required,

and, uh, months to clear the stumps,

but now, in every
direction, I have a vista.

And, uh, from the well

to the backdoor is 17 steps.

And then, in the spring,

flocks of yellow butterflies
settle in the garden

and turn everything golden.

You can watch them as
you are doing the laundry

or cooking the supper.

Uh... the beasts of the forest there...

are they shy or bold?

Shy in the daytime,
less so in the night.

But don't worry,

my men and I are very watchful.

Y-Your men, you said? How many?

Oh. Um...

Captain.

The lady here requires reassurance.

Now, you have toured my Doma

and dined in my
château... has there, uh,

ever been any kind of trouble?

It is a unique place,
that is to be sure.

You see, even the good Captain

agrees it is like Eden, chérie.

Your home is-is not a cabin or a house,

but a complete château?

I fear I misspoke.

I have no château
because I have no wife,

and it is the woman who makes a house.

We have made your friend jealous.

We should speak more softly.

Like you, Claude Trepagny

has many rivals here,

some of them sworn

to ruin him with lies.

Maybe it is your boasting

that arouses them.

Truthfully, Delphine,

sometimes I fear it is my hat.

Answer me.

You spoke of Azazel.

What happened out there, Father Clape?

Iroquois...

and others.

Did they eat the flesh off men?

Answer me.

Please.

Who started the fire?

Who burned our dead?

It was you!

You saw the devil!

- Monsieur Trepagny.
- Mm-hmm?

My name is Melissande de Saint Remy,

daughter of Comtede Saint Remy,

Baron de Fontette.

Descended from the fourth mistress

of the last Valois king.

I, too, am of ancient blood.

Enchanté.

I'm not from the Paris streets
nor the muddy countryside,

- as you can plainly see.
- Yes.

I would like more.

If you are above filling a lady's cup,

you are not the man for
me, Monsieur Trepagny.

I am not above at all.

Voilà.

You, Monsieur Trepagny,

are anything but common.

You should enjoy a more complex spirit.

One where the flavor changes
from the moment you taste it

to the moment you swallow.

You need a good wife.

One befitting

a man with your vision.

One who might share that vision

and rise up to greatness.

Yes.

Other girls have assets that

catch the eye now, but
they will fade with time.

Blood, land,

what we make and grow from it

is what will be left when we're gone.

The realm of Heaven

sits just above the trees.

I have seen birds ascend and not return.

Bees transformed into balls of light.

Would you like to see such a place?

We will see.

Fill another woman's cup

and return to me with your report.

But...

Mr. Cooke!

Come!

Get your man.

Open the gate.

Oh, God! Monsieur Lafarge!

Cut him down!

Get a ladder.

Hurry!

I have another job for you, Mr. Duquet,

one I will pay you famously for.

- What is it?
- Take the boy into the woods.

He must, uh, not return.

Lose him?

No.

You want a job?

I do.

This...

is the job on offer.

Do we have a deal?

Yes.

Oh.

Thom, are you all right?

Have you found my father?

We have, Thom.

He's-he's quite fine.

He's fine.

This is my friend, Mr. Duquet.

He will take you to him.

You need to go.

By the back gate, be quick.

Go.

Go, go.

My little fox.

You have come back to me.

Hurry, boy. Your father
is just up the path.

He'll be glad to see you return safe.

Just a little further. Come.

How is my father?

He's fine, as will you soon be.

Now, why don't you go in front

so that you'll be the first to see him.

- He's going to be cross with me.
- No.

I've spoken to him about
this very matter already.

- You have?
- Yes.

All will be fine.

Now, be quick.