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Previously, onThe Spanish Princess...

Behold my son and heir, Henry IX!

We welcome my father, King Ferdinand.

You will have your war with France

and your treaty with Spain.

How wonderful to have our trust in Spain at last.

Do I see Edmund de la Pole

on English soil?

I bring God's wroth and the Yorks'

down upon Henry bloody Tudor.

Edmund de la Pole has been arrested.

I am sorry I could not come sooner.

Has something happened?

Do they tire of me and wish to have my head?

Of course they don't.

Your Grace, a letter for you.

It has your father's seal.

- What is it? - He is not coming.

My father... he has betrayed us.

We will speak to God

and ask him to forgive

your mother's pride.

Henry?

Henry!

England, you shall have your victory,

and you will have a new heir from my womb.

I stand here as a daughter of England,

and I make you that promise.

Henry?

Catherine?

You dream he is crying.

It's not the sound of his crying

that brings the terror,

but the sound of his silence.

We're together.

We're strong.

It feels against nature...

against England, that he was taken from me.

It makes me angry sometimes, Lina...

Angry like a fire in me.

You have a new child to love.

Have you told the king?

No. I wanted to be sure first.

But also, I...

I don't want to let little Henry go.

It feels as though I am betraying him.

No, Highness.

It's time for you to stay home, Lina.

Bessie can take care of me.

I will come and see you soon.

Tell him.

The time to strike is now!

We'll give Pope Julius back Bologna,

Lombardy, and Genoa,

stolen by the French,

and we'll retake our own lands.

And the Holy Roman Emperor supports this campaign.

He calls you the most Christian King.

So he should.

This is a holy war.

My cousin Charles is with us, and his father, Maximilian.

But we'll leave your father out of it this time.

My father's betrayal only makes us stronger.

We must look to ourselves,

to England.

Gentlemen,

the queen is tireless, is she not?

And if I may venture, she's never looked stronger.

General Howard,

do you need a cushion,

or do you have something you wish to say?

It's a mistake for you to lead the army, Your Grace.

You will leave the country without an heir,

and England will be exposed.

You suggest the king stay here and what?

Embroider something?

When the king leads his men,

he increases their strength tenfold.

And tenfold is the calamity

if he gets an arrow to the throat

or the heart

or gets his cock blown off.

The general's right about one thing.

Edmund de la Pole still lives,

and he once tried to claim the throne.

His rebellion was three years ago.

There are none to rally to him.

There are always rebel pockets...

Your Grace.

And if the realm should be left without an heir...

But the heir is here, Chaplain...

...within me.

I waited to be sure.

Now I am.

Thank you, dear Catherine.

The queen carries my son,

as I shall carry the banner of England into France,

and we will be victorious.

Congratulations again.

And I wonder if I may raise the notion

of bringing my family further to court.

Henry.

Surely Edmund de la Pole is not a threat.

Catherine, as ever, you are a wonder.

You've shouldered so much pain,

and yet, you're my inspiration.

My warrior queen,

I will do what I must to protect you,

and if de la Pole is how I keep you safe,

then I will take his head myself this very moment.

Also Seneca used to say

that sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

Ah.

Hm.

How were your classes, Reggie?

Well, we talked of Seneca and the nature of Stoicism.

He had many questions.

There is a future for him in the church.

Well, we certainly know stoicism in our family.

Come along, Reggie.

His silence is not designed to hurt you, Lady Pole.

It is to protect him from pain.

I had no choice

but to leave him at the monastery.

It was for his safety.

Put your trust in time, Lady Pole.

It will heal your son.

And I would have you know

that if you need to talk to somebody,

I am here.

Thank you.

Master More was very impressed with you.

You'll see him again.

Mother, there is news at Westminster.

What news?

The king has decreed it so.

So you mustn't be upset.

Your Grace...

Maggie, I know this is hard.

My cousin is no threat to you.

Please, beseech the king.

One word from you, and...

Mother, I have told you, it is the king's will.

I'm sorry, Your Grace.

It's all right, Henry.

There is nothing can be done, Maggie.

So you won't even try?

You forget who you're talking to, Lady P...

Uh, be quiet, Bessie.

Maggie, your cousin Edmund

led a rebellion against the Crown.

And he rots in the Tower for it.

Surely that is punishment enough.

We were wrong, Mother.

All of us were wrong.

Your cousin was given three extra years of life

by the king because the king is just,

but now he must receive his rightful sentence.

I told him you would never do it.

I remember a girl in tears, begging for forgiveness

for the blood that was spilt to bring her here.

How far you have come, Your Grace.

I remember that girl, too.

She risked the loss of the man she loved

to beg for your life

and the lives of your three children.

Your cousin is a danger to me

and my child, and he must be execut...

It is the king's words

that fall from your mouth, Catherine.

Excuse me.

My dear cousin Edmund.

What have you brought me this time?

Bitters.

Thank you, Your Grace.

We heard you paid the executioner

for a sharp blade.

And now this book is closed.

You may turn your eyes

to the next great Tudor conquest.

And the king rides my son out into danger.

Riding out to battle with the king is a great honor.

Take Ursula back to our rooms.

I saw us once as friends.

Then put your bitterness behind you.

Your cousin made his own fate. Even he said so.

I pray for all you Tudors,

that your glory be magnified.

I am, and will always be,

your loyal servant.

Mercy!

Burn for Scotland!

Fucking English bastard.

Yes, men! Victory is ours!

Highness.

Oh, it is beautiful.

The color of granadas.

It's to fasten her swaddling

and adorn her as she grows.

Thank you, Catherine.

You think I carry a girl?

It is a feeling I have,

just as I have a feeling about mine.

Don't be afraid.

God will bless both you and your handsome husband.

But he will not be here, Highness.

You are sending him to France.

Highness.

This is an honor.

Captain.

I wish to appoint you as part of my personal palace guard.

I-forgive me, Highness.

I am to serve under Lord Stafford

on the French campaign.

If you are my guard, you will remain in Westminster.

You will see your child born, Oviedo.

No.

I thank you for your kindness,

but... I lead men,

and they look to me.

I have a duty, and...

I-I wish to go.

If that is your wish...

...then I will leave you both now.

Highness.

Childbirth and war...

they both bring pain.

Both challenge those who face them.

One finds the woman and one finds the man.

...is easy, but what we need is enough artillery...

- James Stewart, you pig!

I am told this belongs to Queen Anne of Brittany.

I am told that she sent this to you as a gift.

It's a token of her friendship.

No; clear evidence of her belief that you are weak.

Her husband, King Louis, knows of your reputation...

Right.

...as a ladies' man,

and so he bids her twist you round her little finger.

Oh, Meg. Meg.

Are your border raids on England for her benefit?

Maybe next time we cross the border,

we could stay there.

Invade?

Your brother is readying to rampage through France.

Queen Anne is a lady in distress.

This is a question of chivalry.

You can't possibly. We have a treaty with England.

Scotland has an even older one with France.

This woman sends you a glove

that smells like a... Like a whore's flannel,

and you declare war on my family!

The king's army will be away.

It shouldn't be much of a war, hen.

And what of me?

I was sent here to keep the peace.

Aye.

But your bloody brother

hasn't paid your inheritance from Arthur,

even though that was part of the agreement.

I confess, Henry has been slow to pay me

what is rightfully mine, but he will pay, James.

Your brother's greedy.

You'll never see that gold,

which means...

This alliance of peace with England

is worthless.

Gentlemen, prepare for war.

My loyal subjects,

I leave you now in the care and protection

of your beloved queen,

the most loyal, faithful,

and prudent of women.

I make her now, in my absence,

captain of the forces

and regent of England.

I... humbly thank Your Grace.

I swear I shall fulfill your trust in me...

for your sake

and for the sake of my unborn son,

the future king.

Come home soon.

Mary's prince is strange to look at,

but he's richer than Solomon.

Was Solomon rich?

I thought he was wise.

No, Anne, I think that he is also rich.

A rich king.

Ow. It pinches.

Where?

Here, here, and here.

You have too much flesh, Mary.

General Howard.

Your Grace,

you wished to see me?

Yes.

The Scottish border raids have grown much worse?

Yes.

Now they've even pirated one of our trading ships

off the Berwick coast.

Bastards.

But the nature of the Scot is more bandit than campaigner.

They're opportunists,

and they've grown bold

because they know the king is abroad.

We've no standing army, and we're left with...

No. Say it, General.

Because the king has left a woman

at the helm of England.

Queen Margaret of Scotland writes to me

that her husband wishes to invade.

He wouldn't bloody dare. It's bluster.

I have written to her and asked her

to entreat James to desist,

but you, General, must ride north.

You must raise men and be ready

to defend England, should the worst occur.

- That's fucking ridiculous. - Will you please stop cursing?

Forgive me, Your Grace.

I don't know when I'm doing it.

I am commander of the forces, yes?

And you are my force.

So I command you north, Howard.

"My dearest spouse,

my darling man, my king,

I hear that you have made camp at Thérouanne

and that you have besieged the town.

This will be the first

of many great victories for you, Henry.

For myself,

I must deal with these troublesome Scottish raids.

And General Howard rallies stout Englishmen

to assist our depleted army.

I believe that many fine Englishmen

will heed the call for your glory

and repel the Scots.

But these are matters that need not trouble you,

my king.

I am well,

and your son grows each day.

I was told that war finds men and childbirth finds women.

We endure what is given to us,

each his own.

Perhaps this is the way of things.

Your ever-loving wife,

Queen Catherine, regent of England."

'Tis from General Howard, Your Grace.

Does he have his army?

Chief Armorer...

I have need of your services.

James.

James?

James?

James?

James?

Angus Douglas.

Oh, Your Grace.

- I came to find the king. - He has ridden out.

I came to join my father's men,

but they have gone also.

Then you must take me to King James.

Uh, Your Grace...

you cannot ride to battle.

Do you believe in the power of dreams and visions?

Oh, aye. Most certainly.

How else would our ancestors talk to us?

Did you have a dream, Your Grace?

I dreamt that...

that myself and the king

were drenched in the blood of Scotland.

Then you must tell him.

James!

You see, Meg?

They all came.

Settled their differences to face a common enemy.

King Henry's away,

and he shouldn't have left the pantry door open!

God have mercy.

Mary, I have asked for Lina to be brought to Westminster

so Bessie and Ursula can attend her

when the child comes.

Of course, Catherine.

Catherine.

Maggie.

General Howard is struggling to draw men to the banner.

If they see their regent, then...

Catherine...

'tis a folly.

No matter what your mother has told you,

you are not equipped for this...

Then who is, Lady Pole?

England is a land of women and children

in our army's absence.

Someone must defend them.

Your cousin Edmund knew the cost

of following a cause.

He was prepared to die for what he believed in.

To save my country, so am I.

I may make James see sense...

or I may go to war, but either way,

I ride.

Hold your tongues!

Let me speak!

Quiet!

We know where the Scots are.

If they should cross our border,

we have an assembled force

marching now to Flodden to meet them.

Don't turn your backs!

You have a duty to defend your country!

Good morning.

Join us.

Join your queen to face the Scot

before he consumes you all.

Do we know their numbers?

Greater than ours.

And they're trained,

whilst we have stable boys, tavern keepers, shepherds.

Englishmen.

Howard...

I don't want you anywhere near this battle.

I am not yours to command, General.

I will not be the man who kills the queen and the heir.

This old bastard's heart would break

if anything should happen.

From the Scots.

Clearly, King James wishes to parlay.

It is not the king's seal,

but the queen's.

Oh, what do we have here?

This is our land, men!

Where do you think you're going, My Lord?

Calm down, sonny,

and let the lady pass.

King James!

Catherine!

Bloody women.

You rode here with a child.

I would not have had to if your husband

had not broken our alliance.

My wife had a dream:

Scots' blood on the bedsheets.

Well, I had a dream, too:

the Scottish flag flying atop the Tower of London.

How is this worth it

for the glove of some French queen?

Well, Meg, it seems your intelligence

is not as good as ours.

It is not for the queen or honor.

He fights for gold paid to him by King Louis.

Please correct me,

Your Grace, if I am mistaken.

Scottish claims in Europe have been dismissed

by the Pope.

Our allies, the French,

are being assaulted by your husband

with the Pope's blessing.

This is wrong.

This march south will restore Scots' pride.

And waste thousands of Scots' lives.

And English too.

Can reparations not be made instead?

You think we should pay money for being spared?

Fuck that.

You speak to the queen like that once more, old man,

and I will scoop your balls out with a spoon!

I think a fellow who wears a dress

couldn't do me too much harm.

Ha!

I have 17,000 soldiers.

You have an army of farmers

led by a mother-to-be.

Catherine, please, for the love of God,

I asked you here for peace.

Oh, there can be peace.

No man has to die tomorrow.

Withdraw.

Catherine...

Sister...

Be still, Meg.

She knows that she can't stop this.

If I ask my army to retreat,

then I must have...

You will assure me you will not run us down.

I do not wish to risk my child.

Promise me you will not harry us.

Aye.

I'll promise that.

You're wise to comply, Your Grace.

A mother first, eh?

I will address the men.

Tell them to prepare for battle.

Jactancioso,

known in Spanish culture as the bragging man...

who always weakens himself.

He was relieved that the frightened woman

was going to flee.

He will not expect us to fight.

Bring a small group with torches

and follow me back into the town.

Fuck.

Good people...

...you can see that I am in the family way.

This armor is fashioned around the unborn future king.

You see, my mother took me into battle

while I was inside her.

I was forged in war.

Tomorrow morning, my son and I will ride out

to meet the Scots.

And what kind of a mother ride into battle

with a child in her belly?

Well, to you mothers, I would say this:

We would die for our children, yes?

So we would kill for them also.

Men and women of England,

this is your fight.

Bring your axes and your knives,

your anger and your pride.

Ride with me...

and my son.

The English are withdrawing?

They're amassing in the open ground, Your Grace.

We need to engage them.

Catherine.

Lina? Lina?

Bessie, I told you not to make a fuss over me.

I have perhaps walked a little too far today.

Come, let me help you.

Good luck, Your Grace.

I do not need luck.

God is with me.

Take luck anyway.

I think... I think the child's coming, Ursula!

I can't. I can't.

Ooh!

Lady Pole, what do I do?

Bring water.

Let me help.

This is no place for you, Your Grace.

You shouldn't be here, Mary.

I want to.

Then hold her hand.

Company, prepare!

Open ranks!

Gentlemen,

I do believe this skirmish may be well beneath us.

Ach, it's good exercise.

Send in the pikes!

Company, halt!

First rank, prepare.

First rank, down!

The baby comes.

It's too soon!

Oviedo, I want you here!

Lina, breathe steadily. Just breathe.

You were right, Your Grace.

King James, in his arrogance,

commits all his men...

and himself!

He fights.

What?

Their monarch fights.

Which is foolish, Your Grace.

Advance!

I must oversee the southern side.

- You have your guards. - Go, General.

Do your duty.

I can.

I must.

Protect the queen!

James.

Oviedo!

Don't fight it, Lina. Push.

Push into the pain.

The king has fallen!

Pull back!

Hey! Pull back!

He's done!

Step off the field!

Pull back!

Lina!

You let them kill you...

you arrogant bastard.

You were so sure.

You were so sure!

And it made you weak.

Get up! Get up!

- Come back to us! - Meg.

- Come back to us! - Meg. Meg.

He was a good man.

You have taken from me...

the father of my two sons...

...and my best friend!

He knew the cost.

Your eldest son is heir now to his father's throne.

Go back and keep him safe.

I will tell Henry to support you

as sole regent of Scotland until he comes of age.

You may take your husband's body home.

But I will take his coat

and send it to Henry

as a symbol of our victory.

Now take your husband home.

- Highness. - Your Grace.

Your Grace.

We give thanks that you are safe.

All is well, Your Grace.

A healthy baby boy...

as is his brother.

I am so pleased for you.

Catherine, let me take you to your rooms.

We heard of your victory.

It is the king's victory.

His second.

The French fled from him at Thérouanne

and crumbled at Tournai.

Oviedo will be safe.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

I was wrong, Catherine.

I was wrong to attack you as I did before.

I do admire you.

I'm not your enemy, Maggie.

God save King Henry!

Thank you for sending me the king of Scotland's hide,

my queen.

I flew his tunic as a flag.

A modest victory over a foolish border raid,

trifling in the shadow of your French triumph.

I bring you a gift:

the Duke of Longueville in chains.

What does one do with a French Duke?

Put him in the Tower.

There he can contemplate

his rotten French soul.

Go on, you dog. Go to her.

God has blessed us twice, my love.

We feast tonight.

We'll celebrate our victories

and give thanks to almighty God.

I'll be glad to be back in my own bed.

In mine, please, my king.

Wolsey says it could harm the baby.

Wolsey?

He says it's unclean for us to share our beds

until you've been churched after the birth.

May I ask, Chaplain,

what right you have to dictate

the terms of your queen's confinement?

Every right, Your Grace.

Nothing is more important than the king's heir.

Nothing.

We should name them.

Ahmed and Yusuf.

Please, Oviedo,

Christian names for this Christian country.

I will not have them run for fear.

You must be ready for our bed,

exhausted by that fighting.

You want to know the truth?

We never met with danger.

The French ran away.

And the siege of Tournai?

It was just waiting and waiting and waiting more...

...and dreaming of home,

of you.

Will there be dancing?

There will be dancing and drinking and stories.

Will you tell stories of Scotland?

There is nothing to tell.

I will listen to the king instead.

Here's one, then.

When the French felt the tide turn against them,

they fled the field so quickly,

they left their spurs behind them.

I'm surprised we didn't chase them

into the sea.

Stafford calls it

the Battle of the Spurs.

Uh, Bessie, leave us.

What I said to you earlier... My...

my mood was unfair.

You have been through a trying time.

As have you, riding north,

keeping that old fool Howard in check.

Howard is a loyal soldier.

But your sister Meg is grieving.

My sister Meg reigns over Scotland.

She should be glad.

She and her sons will keep their peace with us.

It's a happy outcome.

You shouldn't have ridden out in your condition.

For service to king...

and country...

and for chasing down those French cowards...

I bid you both now rise.

Sir Henry Pole,

Sir Charles Brandon.

Well, that has reduced the value

of a knighthood by some degree, wouldn't you say?

I'm even more of a catch than I was before,

aren't I, horse?

I have no doubt you'll prove

an irredeemable bore about it.

And Thomas Howard?

A commendation for him, perhaps?

For holding up your skirt hem in a muddy field?

His Grace is right.

Howard has had enough titles for one lifetime.

I am very proud,

but mostly, I am just happy to see you are alive.

And a fine knight you shall make.

Your father would be so proud.

Your Grace, are you quite well?

You seem a little pale.

I am just tired.

Oh, who can blame you?

If valor is truly to be honored,

it is you who should be knighted.

I agree.

Knight a woman? Maggie, you are a rebel.

It is in my blood, or so they tell me.

You got it! Way to go!

- Finally! - Howard!

I say, Howard!

I've still got my cock.

Please, please, no...

Oh, my...

Please, please, please... please...

- Lady Blount? - Your Grace.

Where is the queen on who you attend?

I cannot see her.

Uh...

Catherine!

No, I can-I cannot look.

No.

Stay back!

I can't look.

It's a boy.

Fetch a nurse.

- Fetch a nurse! - Yes Your Grace.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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