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Stand! Arise!

Come on!

Do not worry, it's just a storm.

Will delay them.

They will not get here.

Never!

After three years of fighting, a
few drops of rain will not stop.

Will only delay them a few days.

Some days?

An hour is already too long.

ANAZAPTA

England 1348

My dear Matilda.

My husband? "Where's Walter?

Did not come with us. The French ...

Help me!

I bought it to a sailor.

It enfezadito, huh?

It looks like a horse to
eat.'ll Keep you company.

How did he die?

Matilda, my uncle did not die.

But there was a time when
we thought had died.

For goodness sake,
Nicholas, where is he?

In Britain. Prisoner of Count Fourges.

- Was taken hostage?
- Thou hast have seen it.

It was fantastic.
Challenged the Earl to a duel

but we enjoyed ourselves.

We have reached an agreement.

Thirty of thirty of
their men against ours.

Imagine, Matilda, it seemed
that our swords were possessed!

We were cutting up those bastards!
Blood splattered them veins ...

Enough!

We are appalled by your deeds.

How do to rescue my husband?

How do we get to pay the ransom?

- We have the means.
- What do you know of our possessions?

- This war will lead us to ruin!
- What?

Let me finish! We have a prisoner.

I myself have got him.

He is the eldest son of Count
Jacques de Saint-Amant.

The price of your redemption
far exceeds that of my uncle.

Not only assured his rescue

as well as a nice profit for us.

How dare you speak of profit
with Walter a closed hole?

But is it a short time.
Within ten days, the money will be here.

If they had exchanged
hostages, he would be here!

And this man gave tray to our enemy?

No! It was my responsibility,
or rather it was my duty

safeguard our interests!
- You still the same.

Your only duty was to
bring him home safely.

Speeches about duty to
me, I am of your blood?

Whatever your duty, my dear Matilda,

no wonder he prefers to go to war.

In this house, he could
not forget that he loved.

Nicholas, please!

I wanted my husband and
you bring me a monkey?

Out of my sight!

Randall, I see the prisoner.
Open the door, please.

- I will get it, Madam.
- Now, Randall.

- But, Madam ...
- Do not ask.

Thank you.

Lord?

Lord?

'm Matilda, wife of Sir
Walter de Mellerby.

My nephew failed you. I beg your pardon.

Allow me to help you.

I regret the circumstances
that brought you here.

As I hope will happen with my husband,

you will be treated with all the
deference while you are in my care.

You have my word of honor.

The destination was merciful with me.

Agnes?

Bring me hot water.

Bitch!

Does it hurt?

The pain is constant.

With your permission, Sir.

I am Randall Bacon.

His Lordship asked me
to take care of you.

The rules are simple to His Lordship.

First, during the day, you can
stroll through the property

but always under my supervision.
Second, during the night,

be confined to your room.

My rules are even simpler.

If I lixardes the court, you
yank tomatoes will bite.

You have any question?

Just one. Your nose.

What has my nose?

- It's not there.
- It's better this way, Lord.

Shady to follow my nose,
do not need cleaning

and the strange smells
do not make me print.

Did you know that our resources were
scarce but not to this extent.

Should have raised taxes as you advised.

- Even with the rain we could have.
- God knows how I tried.

Neither the dogs urinated near
me for fear of paying taxes.

- What will become of us?
- We like rotting crops.

Maybe not. Prepare thyself, Matilda.

We have to go talk to the bishop.

With the bishop? I have nothing to wear.

Get anything.

"Keep it always with you. TB

Shame on you, Matilda.

Sir Walter would not consent
to wear this dress.

You told me to prepare.

How well do you know, I sold
my clothes to pay its debts.

Still, covet the possessions
of the dead ...

What do you want to do?
You go talk to the bishop in rags?

My husband does not care.
I'm doing this for him.

He sold my clothes

but he kept it until today.

Please wait a minute.

Weather-fold in many games.

I still remember when
you were that size.

You were so small that
even I came to the navel.

Look at me. Look at me!

The beauty was not stingy
with you, Matilda.

Quite the contrary.

Your father would be proud to know

you became a beautiful woman.

Tell me, what you doing here?

Pay or beg?

I only ask that your Lordship
will give me another ten days.

No way! At midnight your
property is confiscated.

I have to pay, sir.
Just do not even have the money to me.

And how they intend to pay?

I heard that your husband
was taken prisoner

and that your nephew returned with
the purse as empty as their heads.

We have a hostage.
The son of Count Fourges.

Do not ask your lordship to
understand if you could not pay.

Our Lord was very generous
with you, Matilda.

But I also know that sometimes the
most beautiful things in the world

are also the most useless.

I ask more than what I deserve.

Only ten more days.

Will I have to you a
huge debt of gratitude.

You are already indebted.
Accompany me, please.

Right now, I'm forty-seven.

But I hope to have more.

You can not imagine what
went through to get them.

And they cost much less.

The craftsman did a great job, huh?

And the colors are magnificent.

You ask me ten days ...

... I and I give you ten days.

But if you do not fulfill
your obligations,

you will have to make the
happiness of a poor old ...

... forty-seven different ways.

Maybe you need time to think.

You see how people are very hospitable?

Our prisoners are not locked
into holes infectious.

It seems that my aunt knows how to
be more generous with our enemy

than with their own people.

Silence! Silence!

- Lmbecis!
- And now, come have fun.

Unfortunately, in this case,
who will entertain us.

If you want to play, go
play with the monkey.

He sings the rooster
but he is a gelding.

A capon?

Tell me what you see.

Tell me!

More than he liked to see.

But even so, no big talking point.

- Tell me what you see!
- See your tomatoes.

I see your balls!

Get me this way!

You do not like what you see?

And now? How about you look like?

- They are small? Are tiny?
- No!

- Look at them!
- They are great! They are huge!

I swear they are the biggest
tomatoes I saw in my life!

Appear church bells!
I beg you, please ...

Pig!

And then? He agreed?

- Ten days.
- He gave us ten days. Good.

Do not you accepted?

- Do not accept it, Matilda?
- He showed me some pictures.

- Prints?
- He said that unless we paid ...

I see. Say no more.

I understand. It is not right.
Absolutely nothing good.

But, listen, Matilda ...

- Go back inside.
- Back into it? No way!

Thou shalt not?
"May God forgive your arrogance.

The property, the land of
your husband, your honor ...

Our livelihood!

We all make sacrifices.

In addition, the price
he demands is so high?

- And then?
- Ten days.

Very good.

Very good.

Of course we still talking
about a small advance payment.

Ye hand. Why do not kindle?

What happened? "Where's Nicholas?

Matilda!

Wake up. Sweet Matilda is back.

Come, Matilda ... been three long years.

You must be willing.

What did you do?

What did I do? He was my prisoner,
that does not respect you.

- Your hostages? Jacques de Saint-Amant?
- Jacques de Saint-Amant ...

The knight without fear
and without blemish.

- Let him go to hell!
- Ladies, come quickly.

Bring him inside.

Do you not hear? Bring him in!

Rest now.

Come, sit down.

Take it from the mouth.

The security of it? Is he dead?

- Quite the contrary.
- You said it was over!

I did not tell her.

It would have breastfed
with your chest if need be.

Spare me the obscenities.

Give him this. But she does not
know that you are the messenger.

We will come back and
meet us as arranged.

How is your sick?

Alive. It has better color than you.

Sure he's alive. You are making a game.

And you let yourself fool.

- Ms.
- Thanks.

Whose is it?

The bishop.

- What does he want?
- Do not be concerned.

Quite the contrary, I
have a right to know.

It is rumored that we are about to
fall into the hands of the bishop.

Come on!

- I treat it, Agnes.
- I do not care ...

- Let, I treat it.
- Now?

We did not know it would survive.

If there are words that
express how sorry I am ...

Words are unnecessary.

I hope to resolve matters
with your father soon.

For your sake, I hope
that day is not too late.

Flee? He barely standing safe,
let alone ride a horse.

If you fear for your life,
you will find a way.

What do you want to do and
what the gift like a thief?

Shut up!

"We are just eight days."

A man of his race?
Not think such a thing!

Very good. I hope that your devotion
will be enough to get him here.

What do you mean?

If something bad happens,
the blame will fall on you.

I could not hold.
Nothing could keep me there!

Nor do their dirty dungeons,
or its damned shackles,

nor cursed sea, or the damn wind,

neither cold nor damn the damn mud!

And not the damn rain!

I'm used to the various faces of death.

But this still did not know.
By God, how he died?

- Look at the monkey.
- I see. Poor animal.

Notice how the tendons
of the hands are tense.

One thing we can be certain.
It was a quick death.

- A mercy killing.
- Brutally fast.

In a sudden and agonizing
grimace of pain,

hand squeezed the neck
of this poor creature

and unfortunately, their
sins were enough.

They told you in what
conditions they found it?

It is possible that he
tried to grab the animal

But this is only the
outcome of the story.

We concern ourselves with the beginning.

I confess I had never seen such injuries

but I've heard of them.

- You know what I mean?
- I've heard rumors ...

It would be imprudent of
me to assume the worst.

- Can you help me?
- Have not you seen enough already?

My God!

No way!

Call the waiter. Hurry.

Anazapta.

That day draws my memory
like vomit attracts a dog.

I did just what I ordered.

What we do now?

Bury it fast and pray.

- I can see it?
- Get away for your own good.

The body should be
shrouded without delay.

We meet the men who
returned to Nicholas.

If my suspicions are
confirmed, our well-being,

the welfare of this
parish may be in danger.

- No one tells us what's going on?
- This is our reward.

Have patience. They will know in time.

For it is easy to talk.

Tomatoes are not the
goals that are chilling.

Yeah. But that's because
he has no balls.

Silence! The next time you open
your mouth will be in trouble!

If you can not grab the stick,
forget it and do it properly.

Stand.

He has the body marked!

Do not touch!

I leave you is that the body
is not marked you posted!

Nothing will happen to us.

Since you do not fix our eyes.

This is how we are infected.

A long time you have this swelling?

- Do not be concerned.
- Answer!

Comes and goes. I call him Sir Percival.

- Throw a net foul?
- Why do not you ask him?

I assure you that is a
very serious matter.

I think this is related
to the death of Nicholas.

- He and dragged on for a while.
- Not much bothers me, Lord.

Every now and then swells and turns red

and I get excruciating pain.

Sometimes I can not even walk.
Not so, guys?

Tell us, doctor, Nicholas who died?

It was like the boils that John has?

Remember the stories told
when we were out there?

A terrible and sickening haze.
A real terror.

I was able to kill a man
before he had time to repent.

Was covered with boils.

So terrible that anyone
looking at him or tell him

or even if buried, died the same way.

Boils black and stinking.

- They were horror stories.
- They were just stories.

How many of you saw it
with your own eyes?

I swear to God, Lord.
You can ask my wife.

For years I have Sir Percival.

They can dress it up.

They told me there was
one more to examine.

Big bastard!

We'll kick your ass!

And the boil your disgusting!

Doctor, tell them!

I'm fine!

I'm fine!

Come, Lord. Here is someone to see you.

I think you have been warned
of the terrible event.

I was, yes.

He did not want any harm.

Do you understand the need
that you have to consider?

Do whatever you want.

You must be eager to go
back to your families.

I feel very comfortable here.

It is necessary ...

What is this?

Who are you?

You know well who I am.

No. .. Matthew, thank
goodness you're here.

Help me.

Forgive me.

I do not it could be worth.

Could not have done anything.

Encarai this as a proof
of my forgiveness.

Walter would not allow it.

Your nephew will be buried
without proper funeral.

Delaying his funeral would
be a mistake, Matilda.

We need to avoid possible contagion.

- The doctor has to go away?
- Wait, Matthew!

Please, Matthew ...

Thank you.

John? John Harding?

Please!

Please! Help me!

What the hell ...?

Lady?

Joan?

Are you?

I have to leave this house.

I gotta get outta here.

I have to go far away.

Of course, if it were not for
this pain I have in the back,

it would have buried myself.
With boils and all.

Thank God that Sir Walter
is not here to see this.

The blood of your blood ...

Laying to earth like a sack of manure.

The fault is all his.
Where absent abroad ...

- He prefers the battlefield?
- That makes sense?

A man of his age, with his wife
at home will be available.

Already more than time
to give him a son.

Already many years passed
without a seed was planted.

She may not be the
hottest between the legs

but honestly, Lord, man to man,

She warmed up quickly if
there have treated her.

Among her husband's
nephew and brainless,

God rest his soul in peace ...

For me it's a mystery
how someone like you

let himself be imprisoned
by an idiot like him.

I think it has to do with the
fact that you may be French.

I see you like to talk.

I like talking and eating.
I love eating.

And like a good fornicadela.

But with regard to everything,
weight and measure.

It is as I say. If the Lord has
given me a hole in the face,

who am I to do not use it?
There inside, Lord.

A Joan ... was hers.

There is not no bitch
to me until your hands!

There is no cell that holds me.
Can you hear?

I am free, big bastards! Free as a bird!

Open the doors of my cell.

Will only find two guards
with their necks broken.

What the hell ...?

Lady! Lady!

He ran away, Lady!
Frenchman disappeared!

Just arrived, Fr.

Arrived from Britain. Aimed at Nicholas.

That is my pay?

After all deference to you,

to have you invited to my house
and have treated of your wounds?

Ought to rot in a hole!

It was where we would be
if it were not for me.

If I wanted to flee, because
we would not be talking.

I trusted you! Ask only that
you not go out of our sight!

I'm not used to captivity as
beautiful as it is the warden.

Keep your compliments.

Forgive me.

It is up to me to ask
you for forgiveness.

Until your husband returns safely,

I promise you that will not leave you.

Walter suffered a lot
when he was captured?

You have seen already in combat?

When a man fighting as if his
life had no significance,

is because they've suffered enough.

Joan, his first wife died
very young with a fever.

He never told me about it
but his silence is heavy.

Afraid not hold the pain of
hearing of the death of Nicholas.

During the funeral,
receastes not touch it.

He owed her that.

You ought not nothing.
He tried to kill you.

He brought me here. Up to you.

- ... Randall
- Havel found it.

The man who goes through locked doors.

Accompanies the prisoner back to jail.

- Let me catch my breath.
- Take him away!

Randall Bacon!

Father wants to speak to the prisoner.
Lmmediately!

Take it here, takes you to there.
Go get it, go get it ...

When do I have time for dinner?

You can leave, Randall Bacon.

I have not had the pleasure ...

Read! Can you read, right?

"For Nicholas Mellerby, Louis de
Saint-Amant, Earl of Fourges."

Your worthy father.

"Regarding the issue
of prisoner exchange

"Including Sir Walter
Mellerby by my son Jacques

"Who claimed to have in your power;

"This is known to those
who read this document:

"On the eve of St.

Bartholomew, on the
battlefield of Montier,

"My loving son and heir, Jacques
Chevalier de Saint-Amant,

"Lost his life defending
his homeland of England."

Dead. Are you dead?

There are those who claim to be.

First, your nephew. Now the doctor.

Matthew ...

- It is the mark of the devil!
- Who wrote it?

Do not look for us.
We do not know write.

- "Ecce agnus dei."
- These words ...

We tell them in church.
What do they mean?

This is the lamb of God.

- What's your name?
- Jacques de Saint-Amant ...

... of Fourges.
- Prove it! Give me a ring, seal ...

Your people stole everything I had.

That 's very convenient.
At stake is the life of a man!

Your word? And who is this word?

Who are you?

- Tell me you.
- Damn Cheeky!

I want to know the truth
or that it blows ta boot!

Tell me!

Tell me!

Who are you? Tell me!

Forgive me, Lord, I'm about to sin.

God have mercy!

I have visions that can not explain.

I see light in my mind
exploding like an earthquake,

ripping my skin, clouding me thinking.

So hot and bright that I
am stunned by its beauty.

A million daggers hurt my heart,

my eyes burn and my throat gets dry.

I can not swallow and can not breathe.

Understand?

I can not breathe!

My name ...

My name ...

Forgive me.

Forgive me ...

She came to me with regret in his heart.

All I think about it, Father.
"In every moment.

I am constantly tormented by desire,

so I can not sleep, eat, think or pray.

I try hard.
I say the words but they are vain.

If only God rescued me from lust,

of evil that makes me betray my husband.

If he knew the evil that
you've done, Father ...

I was so anxious to get into
the good graces of Sir Walter

I could not remain silent.

Whore!

He could have kept silence but did not.

Helped propagate the sin, it intensified

until everything collapsed.

I know the memories you must
have plagued over the years.

Rezaste for God to put
an end to this misery.

To mend any bad it causes.

You can do it through me.

You must give me the letter.

I will not say not another word.

Damn killer!

Be calm, it was just dizzy.

What dizzy! To me not fool me!
I saw everything with my own eyes!

Squeezed her neck and the priest turned
blue and his tongue hanging out!

With his tongue hanging out?
That idea so preposterous!

- I swear to you it's true, ma'am.
- Enough!

Is dead! The doctor is dead!

Leave her alone! Get back!

Where's the waiter? Elijah?

Where are you going?

I do not I will be eaten by worms!

Will not put a cross on my grave!

I will continue to spend their feet.

Air does not fail me and
my teeth will not hit.

And now, the chamberlain.

Ecce agnus Dei Tollis
peccatamundi Thurs.

This is the lamb of God who takes
away the sin of the world.

Anazapta.

A letter came for you.
Was sent by the bishop.

You are in your room.

They were our friends.

How will we live without them?

You must not breathe this air, ma'am.
Why do not ye rest?

Randall Bacon says that
you want to talk. Alone.

- Without the presence of French.
- He who wait.

Is it really true?
He goes through locked doors?

They are just excuses
for his carelessness.

- Not the one to say such things.
- Well, they say.

I will not be influenced
by rumors and gossip.

Everything depends on the
money this man to surrender.

- What do you do that?
- I repeat only what I heard.

So close your ears.

Wait.

There were marks on
the body of Nicholas?

Brands? Refer you to boil?

No. I refer to letters. Words.

Words? Like the books?

I have not seen anything.

Father?

Father?

Father?

"Joan of Mellerby. Rest in peace."

The Day of the Apostle
Matthew is tomorrow.

September ... September ...

Twenty-September 1, S.
Matthew, in Braken-on-the-Moor.

Thomas Basset raped Joan, the
wife of Sir Walter de Mellerby,

against the wishes of her husband.

Thomas was accused before the
Lord, confessed and was hanged.

What about Joan? What happened to you?

Where are the wounds, you bastards?

Look! Where are the sores?

Perhaps it will one of you?

Damn!

John Harding was the ...

I swear to God that
it was he who brought

the disease and has
already paid for it!

Awake!

Awake!

- You must do something.
- Although there are?

They spent the night there.
The village by weight.

They are almost all drunk
and getting worse.

Behave as if it were the first of May.

- Do you know if Joan was a lover?
- What say you, madam?

- Joan had a lover?
- Lady ...

Hanged a man on the day she died.
It was her lover?

- Why not tell me?
- What?

Do not worry about the
past but with the present.

- Look outside.
- I'm worried about this.

All the evil that
befell us goes with it.

All evil? I'll show you hurt!

They say the soldiers were from
France who brought the disease.

They are frightened.

We're all scared.

Unleash It!

Come on!

Come on!

We can not let fear control our lives.

Damned sinners!

We are beset by a plague. Lmplorem!

- Lmplorem mercy!
- Look at him.

Look at their appearance!

The fault is yours! I saw everything!

You overestimate me.

Let's see if you still smile
with a rope around his neck.

May God have mercy on us!

- May God have mercy on us!
- May God have mercy on us!

- Ln nomine Patris ...
- Miserere nobis!

- ... et Filli ...
- Miserere nobis!

- ... et Spiritus Sancti.
- Miserere nobis!

Ego te absolve.

Sacred Heart, my Savior, my God,

the light of Thy mercy lighten
the hearts of these people

who welcomed to the heart of your
goodness through the sacrament of love.

Blame the French renegade!
And he was guilty! I saw everything!

The fault is not ours!
The culprit is him!

Blame the French bastard!

But it's not a bastard either!

It's him!

- Jacques!
- He!

It's him!

Have not heard what the priest said?

lmplorem mercy! lmplorem mercy!

- Lady ...
- I trusted you to your life!

And what a life is this?

I swear to God that he is
not who he claims to be.

- Get off me!
- Hear what I say, madam.

I heard them cursing and saw the
priest to impose him a baton,

requiring that reveal his
name, knocking him to lashes.

All because of one letter.

What letter?

If the accused is innocent,
who perish in the waters.

If not, your guilt will be proven.

God of mercy, save me
from them that hate me

and lets not drown.

You are here, lady.
This is where he keeps his documents.

I was sure you put the
wrong view on top.

Now you have proof, ma'am.

Proof that you are a
dangerous fool, Randall.

The letter says that? Lady ...

Not endanger the life of my husband
and ownership by a mangy dog.

If turns barking, you'll get no
tongue to lick the tomatoes.

I swear by St. Cyrill, lady!

"For Nicholas Mellerby, Louis de
Saint-Amant, Earl of Fourges."

"Our answer to your
proposal is as follows:

"When ye shall receive 250 gold
marks, you must release my son.

"My son Jacques, whose
absence is painfully

'To me, my wife and our entire court.

'After the arrival of my son, Sir
Walter de Mellerby be released

"And you will be granted a
safe passage to England.

"This proposal imposes
only one condition.

"That my son is treated
well while in your care.

"I hope my son is treated
with due deference

And granting you the
benefits you expect.

"Who sleeps in a bed of feathers,
that their hunger is satiated

Let me through! Let me through!

I have a letter from France,
the comte de Saint-Amant!

He was innocent!

It was our last hope.

Would have to wear your children,

fill their tummy with bread
and fill you with you beer!

I once saw a child drowning in a lake.

He was dead but as a man
blew her life to her mouth.

The child rose, lady.

Show me how it went.

Nobody wants to show me?

Blow into it.

Not just a breath, but a strong blow.

Breathe, please!

Do not die, Jacques, please.

You bastards! You bastards!

- That is intolerable.
- It was a real surprise, sir.

She raised the dead with the
sweetness of your kisses.

And he was not the only one to get up.

Have you forgotten who
you talking about?

Get that thing up!

And such rowdy, the man who has no nose?

- It's called Beacon?
- Bacon. Randall Bacon.

What it lacks in the face left
him in another part of the body.

- Please.
- What should I do, sir?

The money is also uncertain.

Do? I do not trust you
or me to clean the tail.

Your Lordship will know there.

But I think the fate of our
friend is about to end.

- You gotta stop doing that.
- Do what?

Save my life.

How many lives do you have?

It seems I have enough.

Would make it a thousand
times if required.

I do not I will be eaten by worms!

Will not put a cross on my grave!

I will continue to spend their feet.

Air does not fail me and
my teeth will not hit.

LRMA Wilfred, is a
pleasure to receive you.

We can offer you little
more than our prayers.

Amy, come here.

Agnes helped to shroud the
Nicholas, did not help?

Yes.

Did you see anything?

Vi.

It's the devil that makes noises
in the hope of staying on earth.

I know that I was also very
dedicated and I know your grief.

His death was so sudden that did
not receive the last rites.

Fear Nothing.

The angels will protect your
soul and your spirit guide.

I missed those with
whom else could tell.

Things can not stay here, Matilda.

During our pilgrimage,

heard reports of a terrible
plague from the East.

Villages and cities consumed by a
fire that came down from heaven.

Very few who survived.

We also believe it? This is the plague?

However, I feel that this scourge

choose their victims
with great accuracy.

How so?

Like you own admission,
the souls that were lost

belonged to those who counted most.

You think this is a mysterious
plan of an unseen force?

I never knew of the existence
of an epidemic so careful.

Ecce Agnus Dei ...

They are words spoken before
communion in all the churches.

Do you think it is a message from God?

It seems to be a message.

Where is God? Who can say?

LRMA Wilfred, one more question.

Have you ever heard the word "Anazapta?

It is a spell that
protects from disease.

"If Anazapta utter the word in his ear,

"It will never be plagued by evil."

I prefer to trust the power of prayer.

You got mud in their hands, Matilda.

You better go wash them.

LRMA lgnatius ...

He did not give you a complete answer.

For God's sake ...

I was born in this parish.

Anyone looking at my
hands would not say,

but it was a great
craftsman, a goldsmith.

They asked me to make
a charm all in gold.

On the one hand, the Trinity
conclude with a detailed edge

which were represented delicate figures.
Let me see if I remember ...

San Pedro, California, Santa Barbara

Santa Catarina, Sao Jorge,
and underneath were entered

the words spoken by S.

John the Baptist in the
Baptism of Christ.

On the other side was
inscribed the word Anazapta.

Who asked you to doings this amulet?

All he saw the face on two occasions.
Once when I paid

and another when he was hanged.
- His name was Thomas Bassett?

That was his name.

He handed it to his mistress, Joan
of Mellerby and so was hanged.

What about Joan?

What happened to him?

Your husband booked him
a much worse fate.

Anazapta.

Anazapta.

Shut up!

This was my wife.

But she lived like a harlot.

So will die as such.

I give one shilling to all
men who sleep with her.

Come on!

Come on!

My soul will not rest. You hear me?

Die suffocated by my blood!

Come on!

Whore! Whore!

Fornicate the bitch!

No!

Whore! Whore! Whore!

He told me that she had died of fever.

Fever?

Raped her as if they
were a pack of wolves.

He lied to me.

They're all lies!

Tomorrow is St.
Matthew, the day it all happened.

What should I do?

What can you do? What can any of us do?

Repent of sins.

In the end, none of us is innocent.

We left at noon.

I can accommodate you for one night.
Maybe two, but no more.

The rest is up to you.

Are you leaving?

Who can lead to evil?

You have no part of it.

But, tomorrow the air will be
thick with their repentance

and the church will burst at the seams.

Help them, Matilda.

Behold, you will find a way. Help them.

In the end, none of us is innocent.

I bear the cross. The bells will
ring until the storm lets up.

I bear the cross.
Give me strength to do so.

Where is everybody?

Pecok!

- You know this man, sir?

- It's a musician.
In the second category.

Where is everybody?

Come here, girl!

I want a bath. I want a bath and fast.

Hurry! I insist.

- Awake! The bishop wants a bath.
- The bishop?

- The bishop is here.
- Where is Agnes?

In church. They are all in church.
Do not you hear?

- And the monks?
- Pushed for some time.

Randall?

Randall?

His lordship wants to see you.

The bishop?

Purify me, boys.
For the love of God, purify me.

Right.

My God ...

I can not get rid of
this infernal smell.

If I may, your Lordship was
wrong to come up here.

The entire village is contaminated.

Always felt. Even the air is foul.

They made me an offer on this property.

The profit comes from the wool and not
the cultivation of a swamp infected.

Enough!

Out! Get out!

You can get guys.
And you, puts more fuel on the fire.

Further down, boys. Help me.

Help me down. More down.

Thanks, guys. Get out of here.

The epidemic, rotting
crops, the rains ...

God must be on my side.

The sooner she deliver these lands,

is best for everyone. Hear what I say.

And you?

What will you do then?

You'll walk around like a lost dog?

- It's what I do now.
- A man with your skills?

No, I can be very useful.

My skills?
The capabilities that you mentioned?

I think we think alike.

While the prisoner is alive,
we are all in danger.

I tried to warn her.

Strangled the priest with his own hands
but she insists on protecting them.

It is Evil! Evil supreme!

No, it can be. A storm of lust

fell upon her poor soul

and exhausted their strength,
leaving it empty and vulnerable.

Their small oyster boils at
the thought of carnal desire.

I myself would not say better, sir.

But she knows the danger
in which he is engaged.

lsto belonged to St. Homobonus.

If you give it good use,
it will be yours.

And there's more where that came from.

But surely you can not ...
I can not do that.

It's normal to feel excited
when our vocation is revealed.

I will ask God to not let me down.

That I will not disappoint.

Jacques, as you well know,
we are beset by an epidemic.

I can not guarantee your safety.
You can leave whenever you want.

From? When the redemption is
so near and your husband too?

No. Our agreement remains.

The agreement no longer apply.
Take what you need and go away.

I said I would not go away.

I gave you my opinion. Do as see fit.

What you doing here?

My dear Nicholas, Matthew
Graville, the waiter ...

I was afraid to find
yourself enshrouded.

We do not have a priest, sir.

True, I had already forgotten. He died.

My people need someone
to purify their sins.

Everything you need to
remove your sinful thoughts.

I beseech you to celebrate a mass.

Want to intercede for them?

Here? This is not my place.

What is your price?

My price? You are more rude
in conversation, Matilda.

And more careless with their
hair and the way they dress.

You look like a wild beast.

I need to be careful.

The pleasure is the trick that the
devil uses to imprison our souls.

Then it will be better
than turn away from me.

Wait.

How much is a Mass for you?

Who has the key?

My husband.

I am sure that there is
another way to open it.

Sure.

First, mass. Then they find a way.

I give you my word of honor that
will be a wonderful celebration.

One more thing, Matilda.

We still talking about a small advance.

Dum et Tunemos able dratu anazapta.

You!

lmbecil!

You should have let her
rot in the forest!

I had to help! Had to help!

May God be worth if you knew that!

I swear to you I left her for dead.
I made sure of that.

God knows that as soon as
I saw her come to you.

Not helped her. Not even touched him.

He should have it housed.

Only today I learned of the
case when he came to me

telling me that a woman needed help.

She was my wife.

Will stand beside us.

Take this thing out!

Wait! A boy.

It's a boy, sir. It is your son.

Lets get this straight.

Want to take this miserable?
The bastard of the village?

Get rid of him.

Let's get rid of it.
And forget everything.

Forget? I want everyone to remember.

I will never forget.

- What are you doing here?
- Guess.

May God protect us all!

May God protect us all!

Lady!

- Lady!
- What are you doing here?

Your friend, who claims to be French ...

And this time, nothing
will make me shut up.

- Failure to warn you now?
- Yes, I chicotearieis.

It will be a lot if you
have that opportunity.

He came to kill us all.

You heard?

On behalf of his mother,
Joan of Mellerby!

From your mother?

- What do you know about Joan?
- What I know about it?

It was I who saved her, that
the reception for nine months

What happened to the child?

Bastard never had any such misfortune.

A mother ...
an endless number of parents

but none came near him,
even those who felt pity.

Your husband made sure of that.

Marked him in irons with
the sign of the cross.

Die suffocated by my blood!

She said Will suffocate my blood!

Matilda?

I know who you are.

They chose to forget.

I pray thee to undo what you did.

I can not. Can not hold back.

Not over yet.

Look at my eyes.

What do you see? Tell me what you see.

A cloud.

I see a cloud.

I came home.

Walter!

Whore!

Welcome home.

Who are you?

Are you listening?

Who are you?

Mark me making me a bastard!

Scored?

I marked you?

Son of a bitch, I killed you! Kill you!

Who are you? Who sent you?

Fooled you.

Are you listening? You're dead!

I ate your own heart.
Ripped-to the body.

Pluck touch with my own hands!

and threw the rest of
your body to the pigs.

Are you listening?

Became meat to feed you in hell!

Who are you?

Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Anazapta.

Everything is finished?

William?

William!

William!

"For a year, an epidemic struck England.

"At the end of 1349,

"Came the barely living
to bury the dead.

"Almost half the population perished."