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-Wise Ones. -Feet.

SHUFFLING

Wise Ones, I think I've found her.

ALL MURMUR

She can kill when she needs to.

Arggh!

Any other skills?

Wrestling. Pretty good with a blade.

Ow!

Some basic magic.

It's time to play What's In The Box?

And welcome to a very special celebrity edition of...

What's In The Box? ..What's In The Box?

Jesus, Debbie, you are going mad.

I'm just here about the portal, but maybe you're bonkers too.

I don't know - I'm not a doctor.

-What is that? -Come on. Wait, I need to... Wait!

Oh, it's beautiful here, Mr Havelock.

It seemed only fitting. You see, Miss Fanshawe... Rachel.

-Oh! -The thing is, I was rather wondering...

Yes? ..if you would do me the honour...

Yes?..of...

Yeah?..of... Yeh?

THEY BOTH SCREAM

Oh. Ohhh.

Arggh!

What happened? Where am I?

-Well, you know the New Forest? -Yeah.

Come on. Oh, and don't pick the flowers - you won't win.

PLANT RETCHES, BURPS

Needs a sauce.

Miss Fanshawe?

I definitely had it when I left the tavern.

The scroll tells us her fate.

Three hours your time, but in our time...

Fingers on lips! Fingers on lips.

..and in that time,

I would very much like to know why my picture is on that wall.

Sensible suggestions, please.

HE MUMBLES

Finger off lips. Cast off our robes?

-Owww! -Red seven!

Come on, then. Cough up.

-I've lost everything. -Winner!

Oh! After you.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

OK.

GROANING

Ah! Visitors! So long since visitors.

A slapper?

What? No! An oracle.

Oh, no, I'm not the oracle, dear. I'm merely his guardian.

Ensuring his health and wellbeing.

-Well, can I see him? -He's dead.

-What? -Hasn't so much as moved in my lifetime.

-Have you got a dog? -No.

Might be black and white. Ginger. A cat? Could be.

I see a tall, dark stranger.

Oh, no. Come on, this is ridiculous! I do!

Ugh. Bad dreams. What's happening? I'm going home, right?

Oh, my God - they are.

En garde, dear fellow. Time permitting.

Step aside, ma'am. I'll deal with this.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

All this bickering is no way to settle a score.

Now, what started this quarrel? Hmm?

As I thought - a matter of very little consequence

and one best sorted in the proper and time-honoured fashion -

A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!

ALL CHEER You know the rules.

Oh, my God! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait.

-Sorry. -And what do you say?

- Sorry. - Properly.

Sorry. Good. That's better. Now shake.

Hands.

Oh, my... Hands. Yeah?

This is good. All yours.

With this hand-gripping ritual replacing our daily bloodbath,

for the first day in living memory, there will be no killing.

ALL CHEER

I've got to pick up the twins!

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Excuse me. Excuse me.

You'll need us.

Excellent, excellent.

Well, early days, but it's her, all right.

- The Chosen One. - THE CHOSEN ONE!

Please stop doing that.

Hey, chu-chi face. How was your day?