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We are interested in a book in
the possession of Edward Kelley.

I've sent the ambassadors to
Bohemia to retrieve Kelley.

The emperor rebuffed them.

Perhaps he will be more receptive to me.

You can be very persuasive.

My father has commanded me
to return to Sept-Tours.

-Matthew!
-Stay back!

This is what we call blood rage.

It is an affliction,
sickness of the vampire blood.

The body was... torn apart.

I haven't seen anything
like that in centuries

and we do all
know the rumors

about the De Clermonts'
infected bloodline.

You're reborn and forever
a member of our family.

I'm Matthew, give my body to you,
Diana, in faithful matrimony.

And I receive it.

My dearest Isabeau,

I am able to find words to straddle
the centuries that separated.

Our son mated to a woman who
walks in the footsteps of the goddess.

They journey now to Bohemia
in search of the Book of Life.

Halt.

Wie geht dahin?

I'm Matthew Roydon,

I'm here on business for
Queen Elizabeth of England.

His Imperial Majesty Rudolf II
tires of Elizabeth's ambassadors...

I am no mere ambassador,

and I will have the Emperor's
answer from his own lips. Not yours.

Find Gallowglass and my man
Pierre, would you?

Wait here.

This is just the Emperor's
hunting lodge?

Yes. Kelley chose
his benefactor very well.

The might
of the Holy Roman Empire

dwarves that of England
in every respect.

He certainly
has an eye for beauty.

Hmm.

His Imperial Majesty
grants you a brief audience.

Even when I retreat
into the mountains,

I cannot escape a pestering
by England's diplomatic hordes.

Matthew Roydon,
Your Majesty.

I know exactly who you are,
Matthaus de Clermont.

Since you introduce yourself
as Roydon,

I then assume you are here in
your capacity as Elizabeth's spy?

I come representing my Queen,
but not as a spy.

I would speak with her
subject, Edward Kelley.

Then you are in the wrong place.
Herr Kelley resides in Prague.

I have heard that
he travels with your court.

Do you question me?

I know what you are, vampire.

Remember, you are only permitted
on Bohemian soil by my grace.

I apologize, Your Majesty...
Matthew is only pressing my case.

I had hoped I would be given
an opportunity for discourse

with one of England's
most esteemed alchemists.

You have an interest in alchemy?

It has been my life's work.

Might an Emperor ask your name?

Diana, Your Majesty.

La diosa del casa!

The goddess... of the hunt.

May I introduce my wife,
Your Majesty?

My spies would have informed me had
Elizabeth's Shadow taken a wife...

particularly one so intriguing.

Perhaps you should consider
hiring more thorough spies,

Your Majesty.

Enjoy your time in Bohemia,
Mistress Roydon.

Use it to teach your husband
manners befitting my court.

I don't like the way
he looks at you.

Like a jewel he wanted to add
to his collection.

Oh, I can handle
a little clumsy flirting

if it gets us closer to the Book.

Gallowglass!

Oh!

You've mated?

Well... I should
call you Auntie now?

-Where is Pierre?
-At the lodgings.

We have an unexpected guest.

This way.

-Mistress Roydon!
-Jack!

We was on an enormous ship
and there was a storm

and lots of people were sick,
but I wasn't.

Come now, Jack,

bedtime.

I know.
But once you left...

nightmares every time he slept,
weeping through the day.

And you brought him
to Bohemia?

He tried to come on his own.

I couldn't take my eye off him.
It wasn't safe.

It's not safe here!

I'm sorry.

But what would you have me do?
Keep him prisoner?

Rudolf might be
telling the truth.

No one I have spoken to
has seen Kelley.

I doubt that the Emperor
would leave behind

the man who's offered him
eternal life.

-He'll be here somewhere.
-What about the Book?

As long as we reach Kelley...
he'll lead us to it.

Or he'll bring it to us.

Rudolf thinks the Book is key to
creating the Philosopher's Stone,

he's won't let Kelley take it.

Ah, you're right there.

You see, once the Emperor
sets his heart on something,

he'll stop at nothing to get it.
And once he has it...

For the goddess.

A goddess...

I assume
that's not you, Matthew.

It's an automaton.

The goddess of the hunt.

What is the matter?

What's the matter? I take it you
saw how hostile the Emperor was.

I saw how hostile
he was towards you.

He lit up
when I mentioned alchemy.

You saw the gift he sent me.

He's practically inviting me
back to the castle.

I can bring him Dee's book,

convince him it's something
that he wants...

No.
Kelley is the key.

And the less we arouse
the attention of the Emperor,

the more likely we'll be able to
get Kelley back to England safely.

We don't even know
if he's here.

At least, let me try
while you look for him.

I'll take Gallowglass with me.

Diana Roydon. I have a gift
for His Imperial Majesty.

So does everyone,
Frau Roydon.

So does everyone.

Madame will be all right.

Mm.

Kelley must have
a laboratory here,

somewhere he can continue
his work undisturbed.

Let's take a look
at the apothecary, Pierre.

I'm surprised Matthew let you
approach the Emperor alone.

Well, my husband's changed a lot in
the 400 years since you knew him.

But now you're mated.

And it's different.

Blood rage is harder to control,
it's primal.

Physical.

If provoked...

he will struggle
to contain himself.

Oh... we're gonna be here
till midnight at this rate.

-Wait here.
-What are you doing?

Accelerating proceedings.

Madame De Clermont?

Apologies.

Such a recent blood vow
is positively deafening.

I am Benjamin Fuchs.

I work as a collector
for the Emperor.

Are you a friend
of the de Clermonts?

I fear I am
beneath their interest.

I was cast out of my own clan.

I have always found myself
more comfortable around

other kinds of creature.

Even for
the Emperor's alchemist?

You are not
the Imperial alchemist.

Ah, so,
you have met him?

It seems strange to be closed during
the middle of the day, Herr Steiner.

But then, perhaps,
you're expecting more customers

after the sun has fallen?

I open only by appointment, sir.

My exclusive list of clients
command the utmost discretion.

If you wish to browse, might I
suggest you visit the market?

The audience with His Imperial
Majesty is over for today.

Come out.
Keep moving.

Keep moving.

Auntie.
Auntie?

What did you do?

I may have intimated
to the Chamberlain

that we have a very
desirable painting for sale.

La Diosa!

You are a woman
of many surprises.

I hear that you are the owner of a
curious work by Hieronymous Bosch?

You did?

Your Majesty, I... In my haste to
be admitted to your presence, I...

I fear there has been
some miscommunication.

-A miscommunication?
-Yes.

I so desperately wanted to thank you
for the wonderful gift you sent me.

The work of Joachim Fries,
if I'm not mistaken.

It is indeed!
You have quite an eye, mistress.

I do not have the painting
that you wanted.

However,
I do have another gift.

I've seen this before.
It offers no answers, no meaning.

So...

You lie about something I want, in order
to present me with something I do not.

Even books that do not provide
the answers we seek

can still help us
to ask better questions.

Nothing is worthless
to an enquiring mind.

The deepest truths
always come

from the most
unexpected sources.

Send for the rabbi.

Tell me, La Diosa...

are you interested
in the rare and uncanny arts?

Steiner was rattled.
He's hiding something.

He clearly had met Kelley.

He recognized
that I wasn't him.

There's no appointments
for Kelley in his ledger.

But there is a Talbot.
That's an English name.

It's tenuous, I know,

but there are no appointments
listed with him until a week ago.

Shortly after
Rudolf arrived here.

And every appointment with Talbot
is at an odd hour.

-It's always after dark.
-Someone keen to avoid being seen.

But how can we be sure
Talbot is Kelley?

I suppose
we see for ourselves.

Talbot has an appointment
booked for tonight.

Thank you, Pierre.

Allow me to introduce the Rabbi Loew,
known as The Maharal.

A learned scholar
and my honored guest.

The honor is mine,
Your Majesty.

Another tome
for you to decipher.

Come!

The Rabbi has a gift
for ancient languages.

The Hebrew
of his people's book

is perhaps closer to the primitive
tongues long lost to Christian ears.

I have no knowledge
that cannot be learned

by anyone with sufficient
reading, Jew or Gentile.

I cannot believe that!

Please.

Of course the bulk of my Kunstkammer,
I had to leave behind, in Prague.

But the quest for knowledge
must not be abandoned.

I hope the goddess of the hunt

is not disappointed
with my traveling collection.

This drinking vessel...

...is fashioned
from the horn of a unicorn.

Incredible.

Entirely incredible.

In Prague, men speak of a man of
clay, animated by Jewish magics...

the name of God
written inside its skull.

Rumors, Your Highness.
Designed to inspire fear of our people,

who are nothing
but loyal subjects.

But words have power,
do they not?

I have heard that Jews
know the secret names of angels.

Is that so, Your Highness?

As the true meaning of an artwork...
is disguised by symbols...

so might the hidden meaning
of words be revealed

through the mathematics
of their letters.

You have so many
miraculous items,

things I would hardly
have believed existed.

I half expect to find that you've
acquired the Philosopher's Stone.

Alas. The means to create
the Philosopher's Stone

is yet to be discovered,
La Diosa.

Ah, the Root of Eppendorf?

It has the miraculous form
of Jesus Christ.

Trifle late to be shopping,
isn't it, Edward?

Oh, and Queen Elizabeth
sends her regards.

-What do you want from me?
-To talk. Just to talk.

-You can stand your men down.
-They don't answer to me.

So, you are a prisoner?

Has the Emperor has lost patience
with your empty promises?

You know nothing
of my work!

I know you stole
the Book from Dee.

No! The Book is mine.

It speaks to me.

It screams!

You... You have no claim!

It begins with absence
and desire.

Blood and fear.

It begins
with a discovery of witches.

I must work.
My work!

It's very gallant of you to escort
me all the way from our lodgings.

I wanted to speak
to the Maharal myself.

Rabbi Loew is one of history's
most esteemed scholars.

Rudolf brought him here
specifically to decipher books.

Diana...
Kelly was raving.

Rudolf has him as his prisoner. Just...

Be careful what you say.

Whatever rumors
Gallowglass has heard,

Rudolf has been nothing
but kind to me.

We can trust Loew.
I'm sure of it.

Matthew, son of Philippe.

Please.

Thank you.

A witch, a vampire and a Jew,
meeting in secret.

It would set Christian tongues
wagging for miles around.

Oh...

I noticed a yellow circle.

Men fear what they do not
see more than what they do.

The Emperor is convinced
my people hoard secret magics.

Rudolf brought you here
to study a book, didn't he?

Your husband believes that is
a dangerous question to ask.

One should find wholeness
in a marriage, Matthew.

But it should
never become a prison.

Let us be honest
with each other, Maharal.

We are looking for a very
particular alchemical book.

I knew as soon as I saw it,

I was not the one
God has chosen to read it.

Perhaps you are, Frau Roydon?

Rabbi, how did you convince
Rudolf to let you see it?

He convinced himself,

imagining I would succeed
where others had failed.

He will be furious
when I cannot.

Why not just tell him?

Frau Roydon, to disappoint
the Emperor is dangerous.

But to refuse him
could be deadly.

No, I'm done.

Jack, you cheaters won again.

A letter came.

-Oh, yes.
-For Mistress Roydon.

Oh...

It's a summons
to a pheasant hunt.

-With the Emperor.
-Can I come?

Give them a moment to talk, Jack.
Come on.

This has gone too far.

Kelley won't bring us the Book.
We need to go through Rudolf.

-He let Rabbi Loew read it.
-And when the Rabbi fails...

Rudolf will imprison you
like Kelley, or worse.

But I can read it.

All I have to do is
convince Rudolf to let me try.

And what then?
He won't give up the Book.

He will lock you away with it.
His new curiosity.

You just don't like
the way he's around me.

-You have to trust me.
-This is not a matter of trust.

Then let me try!
What other plan do you have?

I've got one.

Both of you join
the Emperor's hunt.

I think I can get into
the kunstkammer annex.

The Book must be
in there somewhere.

If I can steal it,
we can all get out of here

before Rudolf
even knows it's gone.

And what are the Queen's
interests? We need Kelley.

Without the Book,

Rudolf won't have
any use for poor Edward.

Strange.

I only required Frau Roydon's
presence. Not yours.

My apologies.

I simply cannot resist falconry.

Then I suppose we must
find you an appropriate bird.

Artemis, as the Greeks
called Diana.

I cannot say which of you I
should rather hunt with.

Artemis will be mine, Matthaus.

Sarka will be your bird.

-So, she's a warrior then.
-Yes.

During the Maiden's War,
Sarka destroyed an entire battalion

by herself.

You flatter me, Your Majesty.

Success in the hunt relies
on the skill of the falconer,

not the wiles
of his bird, Matthaus.

Play nice.

Well done, Your Majesty.

Has Rabbi Loew looked
at the book I gave you yet?

The rabbi has been busy.

With other books?

I fear the Rabbi's learning has
been somewhat exaggerated.

Ask no more
about him or his books.

You have been slow
to loose Sarka, Matthaus.

Afraid to let your bird fly free,

lest she find a more
comfortable place to roost?

I have some experience with
alchemical texts myself.

Yes, you are
an intriguing case, Frau Roydon.

An alchemist and a witch,
and supposedly married to a vampire.

Don't you find his touch
a little cold?

You jest, Your Majesty.

Do you not sometimes wish for
something warmer in your bed?

Release!

You broke my bird!

-Your Majesty, my husband...
-Begone!

You have abused
my kindness monstrously.

Agents! Spies!
I want you gone from my lands!

The Book wasn't there,
but I found something else.

Rudolf's secret collection.

That hand belonged to a witch.

It was in a box with
a necklace of wearh teeth.

The preserved brain of some poor
demon... Bits of creatures.

That's it.
We leave tonight.

-What about the Book?
-Enough of the Book!

I'll...

If you're angry at me,
just say it.

-You are never to see him again.
-Don't fake, Matthew!

Why don't you trust me?

You don't understand.
I don't trust myself.

Then let me speak
to Rudolf alone.

I cannot!

I cannot...

I can smell him on you.

This is why I lied to you.
This is what mating is.

An unspeakable urge
to possess you, body and soul.

The rage that feeds on it.

It's all right, Matthew.

You have never seen
what it makes me do.

You won't hurt me.

No! Not you.

For you.

I would wade through
the blood of kings,

queens and emperors.
I would stop at nothing

to prevent that
from happening to you.

Matthew...

We're still talking.

Let me go...

You are not defined by
the worst things you have done.

You are my husband.

And the most
brilliant man I know.

You are kind.

And gentle.

Come back to me.

You are Matthew de Clermont.

And stronger than this.

The Emperor sends his apologies

and summons you both
to view the kunstkammer.

We have to go.

Tell Pierre to bring
Francoise and Jack,

and enough horses for all of us
to the main gates by nightfall.

It's very likely we'll be
leaving in a hurry.

Your Majesty,
may I apologize...

Nonsense, nonsense.

It was all just sport! Please...

A medicinal.

The horn renders it
twice as efficacious.

-Exquisite, is it not?
-Hmm.

It represents the serpent
in the Garden,

reminding us to be watchful

for the poison tongue
of flatterers and deceivers.

Is there part of your collection
you keep from the public eye?

Is there something in particular
you wish to see?

I hear you possess a book,

one that contains the secrets of

life itself.

Lately, La Diosa,

my trust and generosity
has been much abused

by dissemblers
and liars.

Many of you expressed surprise

when I invited a Jewish mystic
into my court.

But you need not have worried.

This Jew has no arcane talent
beyond the typical low cunning

of his people.

Is that not so, Rabbi?

As you say, Your Majesty.

Get this deceiver
out of my sight.

If I did have this book
you speak of,

why would I give it to you?

A prying English spy
and charlatan?

I am no charlatan.

You...

You are magnificent.

Anything you want, anything,
anything, name it.

Show me the Book.

This is an outrage.

Kelley is an Englishman
under the Queen's protection.

You had your chance. Edward.

-Let La Diosa see the book.
-No.

It is screaming.

It won't stop screaming

in my head!

It is screaming.

You may have Kelley, Shadow.
I no longer need him.

I have found something
much more precious.

The Book!

It won't
stop screaming.

No!

Give me the book.

Lock it! This way!

Stop them!

Go! Let's go!

-Where is Jack?
-Francoise is waiting with him,

two miles north.

Pierre.

This book is made
from the skin of creatures.

-Matthew...
-Witches', daemons, vampires...

The ink is made from our blood. The
pages are bound together with our hair.

I'm sorry, Diana, but this is more
like a book of death.

Matthew, we have to go.

Absence and desire.

Blood and fear...

I can still hear the book
screaming.

Quiet!
No one cares about your book.

I care about your book,

Edward.

Most of the items
from Rudolf II's kunstkammer

now reside in different
collections across the world.

But here we have some of the writings
made by the English alchemist

Edward Kelley
while he was imprisoned.

Most are illegible however.

And the mysterious
"Screaming Book" he mentions

has never been
conclusively identified.

Edward Kelly claims to have
bequeathed a single page

to each of the three species.

If we could fine one.

Becca, what are you
trying to tell us?

This is the property of
Knights of Lazarus.

I am Grandmaster of the Knights.

And I'm Princess Leia.

...where you will find
the questions.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to startle you.

I trust you're here
with solid information.

I've established a connection
I think will interest you.

A baby, a witch born to daemons.

If this is true,
the witches are with the child.

I'd hate to assume you a part

of some de Clermont conspiracy
involving blood rage.

Whatever you know,
you should tell me. Now.