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Some

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There's hope

with God.

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Good.

Good one.

God make call him for pity's sake.

Brother Catfire, what have you brought?

More pine poppy, but with hemlock, one

thimble full may dull the pain. Nothing

does.

But take great care to this. Two

thimbles full and the pain will be

dulled

forever.

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Ah,

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listen.

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Oh God, whose nature is ever to show

mercy and forbearance, we humbly entreat

thee for the soul of thy servant Edward

Pearl, who at thy bidding has departed

from this life.

A benefactor of the abbey, he died

shriven of his sins. Therefore, do not

deliver him into the enemy's hands or

put him out of mind forever. But bid thy

holy angels welcome him and lead him

home to paradise.

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per dominum nostrum omnipotent.

Amen.

Fidelium deos omnium

redemptorum

to remum.

A pretty notion.

A pretty woman and available again.

Do you still feel the heat at your age,

Master Fuller?

Oh, I think I can offer her more than

you, Master Hind. She has wealth enough.

I doubt you could satisfy her other

needs.

I'll show her. No, because I'll be there

before you,

father.

Are you also in the race? Hi, sir. I am

just a weaver, but would like to weave

with mistress Pearl, no doubt.

Perhaps she will marry the master. Will

be convenient. Her cousin Miles,

she will not marry a blood relative.

Leads to madness.

as my dear father says.

Amen.

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Sadness becomes her, but she'll soon be

right for the plucking.

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11.

I can't do 11.

I'll take

some more. Right. Got it. Now then

over here. Need another tree over here.

I own a die house in Fulling Works. Yes,

I know. Your workshop here makes the

finest cloth. I know that too. Well, my

business and your business put together

run together would become a power in the

Shire, let alone the town. You would

stand to gain as much as I in terms of

wealth at least. Thank you, Brandon. You

may go. Yes, mistress.

Besides, would I make such a repulsive

husband? True, I value money,

but I also value appearance,

even refinement.

I would see to it that my wife was as

handsomely adorned as any in the county.

I have no desire to be adorned.

Then merely think, if we could bring the

whole trade together in our hands. I do

not propose to marry again. You cannot

cling to the past forever, Judith,

no matter how fragrant. Master Fuller, I

would discuss the colors you are to use

on the new cloth. Are you master here?

No. Then pray. Wait your mistress's

bidding.

I am more master, sir, than you will

ever be.

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Mistress Pearl.

Oh, am I proceeded with a fat old man

today? No matter. At least I caught the

lady on equal terms, Master Hind. I do

not sniff after her wealth. I do not

have a father who's refused to pay my

debts. And I have never left a woman

wanting where it matters most. Stop.

Stop.

Why should I not cling to the past, to

Edward? If you are the future, I shall

have none of you. None of you.

Go on then. Back to work. Mind your

business. Go on

Miles. Miles, why do you allow that

Godfrey Fuller to be always here? He

dies our cloth. Mother, he pursues

Judith. What if she should marry him?

She will not marry because her heart is

still with Edward. Can she mourn

forever?

We have had little chance to speak,

Brother Cadfile, since Edward died. Did

I do wrong? You sought to spare him

torture. But to forcehorten life, some

would call that murder, would they not?

We could never be certain the potion

took his life. He was going to die with

or without it. The illness was too far

gone. But he did not ask to die. If only

he could have asked and let me know it

was not just I who could bear it no

longer. Judith, you loved Edward as few

men are ever loved. Now if God is just.

Love does not excuse everything. No, but

when we have found it and been as

blessed as you and Edward were, let us

not deny its worse.

If Edward sees me now, he will

understand and love you still.

I must move from here. It has too many

memories. I shall live at our workshop

with cousin Miles and Aunt Agatha. and

this house.

Be it known to all, present and future,

that I, Judith, widow of Edward Pearl,

being in full health of mind, by this

charter, give to God and the abbey of

the monks of Shrewsbury my dwelling

called the Rose House, together with its

garden.

In return, the monks of Shrewsbury

undertake to pray for my late husband's

soul until the day of judgment.

They also undertake to make annual

payment during my lifetime of one rose

from the white rose bush that grows in

the garden of the rose house.

That single rose to be delivered to me,

Judith Pearl, upon the first day of each

July in remembrance of my husband.

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It is a nonsense of course this rose

rent but such are the winds of women.

Not unreasonable as far as the abbey is

concerned by the Jerome rose petals in

exchange for a sturdy house

which can command a sturdy rent when a

tenant is placed in it. We have also

prayed a whole year now brother Prior

for the widow's dear departed husband

and I for one have done so badly.

Such an untimely death. No death is

untimely, brother Oswin, if it is God's

will. I suppose, Brother Cadfile, being

expert in matters horicultural, it will

be your job to sally forth today and

present the first rose to the lady. No,

Father Abbott has given that task to the

one who's been tending the rose so

diligently. Brother Elic.

Well, I trust that he is more skilled

with a pruning hook than with a razor.

Do I take it straight away, brother?

Yes, Eric. Straight away.

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What is this, Master Nile? My house rent

to the abbey. That is what you came for,

is it not? Well, no. We came for the

rose that we must pay Mistress Pearl.

Take it anyway. It is the due day.

Do you so strange to see this house as a

workshop? For Judith Pearl and her

husband, it was such a haven.

Have you met Mr. Spo? I have seen her.

But you are content here, Master Nile.

H.

I mean, you have no complaint that

Father Abbott as your landlord should

attend to. No complaint, brother.

If I am left to do my work,

Judith, what is your opinion of this new

wool? It is good, Miles. Edward would

have approved. She do not need me to

tell you that. Judith, how much longer

are you going to cut yourself off from

us? This is your future.

Come in, brother.

Mind your work, Bertr. I'll have your

insulent eyes put out.

Brother Eric, is it not? Yes, mistress.

I brought you your first rent. Oh,

thank you.

And how fair is my rose bush? It is

well, my lady. I tended with great care.

I'm sure you do.

Can I offer you some refreshment? Uh,

no. Thank you.

I must return to the Abby.

Well, until next year, then.

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Is the lady well, brother? As well as

she might be in her widow's loneliness.

Fear not. Comfort is at hand. Leave her,

sir. She's been left a full year. Longer

is a waste. It will do no good. Her

heart is given. To whom? Why? to her

husband still. There's no warmth in

loving the dead. A mistress pearl is no

more carved in marble than I.

Is that the truth of it, holy brother?

You have stirrings for her also? No.

Speak truth. Does she not make your vows

hard to bear? No. Which part of her

draws your eyes the most? Her lovely

neck, her shapely breasts.

Well, I thought to fight the town for

her, but not some tormented soul in

skirts.

Go home and pray, boy.

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Oh, brother Cadfile,

I feel such guilt

worse than when I eased Edward to his

rest.

Godfrey Fuller,

Thomas Hind, I I despise and detest. But

they are not the whole truth.

Sometimes other men, even brother

Elleric, as he stood before me with the

first rose, there was a warmth that

shames me before my husband's memory.

Judith, your guilt is that Edward died

and you did not. That you are still as

you were before, a woman with much to

give and to be given in return.

That doesn't alter what you shared with

Edward. It betrays no trust. If only I

could know God's will for me in all

this, brother.

Almighty God, let the soul of thy

servant Edward Pearl have entrance to

the company of thy saints. Almighty God,

let the soul of thy servant Edward Pearl

have entrance to the company of thy

saints. Almighty

I am sorry to have been so long in

bringing you custom, Master Nile.

This girdle,

I have lost the buckle. Can you make a

new one to match?

Delicate work, but I dare say within my

scope. Does your business thrive in our

town? Well enough.

Thank you.

I was told of your loss.

I'm sorry for it. And I for yours, your

wife. Three years now since she died.

Time to forget.

Do you wish to? The past is passed. We

cannot bring it back or change it. We

have this moment. That is all to do good

or ill with.

Oh, brother Cadfile. Thank the holy

saints you're here. Well, I'm here, boy,

because you summoned me. The rose bush.

It's sickly. I can just see how it

browns and blackens.

Tainted by my unworthy thoughts about

Mistress Pearl Brother.

I mean, hard though I struggle, I can

think of nothing else. The faults are

mine, not hers.

God reads my heart and displays my

corruption, so I defile what I touch.

Emmerick, you use extravagant terms for

feelings that are wholly human and

natural. Brother, I beg of you. Release

me from this duty and the ladies there

in the house. Release me. That is for

Father Abbert, not for me. But I shall

found her. You will not found her.

But I shall speak to Father Abbert.

Clearly your sufferings are great. Even

though your sins are not, and for today

at least, you shall be excused.

So go and make confession if you must.

Thank you, brother Cadf. Thank you.

Is brother Elri come well? Brother

Cadfile, he will recover.

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Sweet lady,

remember me kindly.

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Are you awake, brother Cadfile? No,

but I am out of bed.

Matt's increasingly becomes my least

favorite office.

Silence.

Are we all present? No, brother Prior,

we are not.

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When did you find him? Not half an hour

ago. Father, I was out at Pulley last

night. I have a married sister who lives

there. Was late home, went straight to

bed. Came out here into the garden at

daybreak and But you've touched nothing.

No, brother. Why should I? He was

clearly dead. You've informed my lord

Bener. I sent word. Yes. There was rain

in the night. Did anyone mark when it

ceased? I sleep far too well. I never

heard. About midnight as I left Pulley.

Well, then what happened here was after

that the front of his habit is dry.

Say for his blood. Poor tormented child.

We failed him fatally. His disease was

worse than we knew. Disease, father. He

begged to be relieved of the task I

placed on him, delivery of the rosar.

He had confessed an involuntary love for

Mistress Pearl.

and from love to despair. Well,

it is but a short step further to the

most unholy of temptations.

To destroy himself, Father Abbert, we

are to condemn him as a suicide.

Brother Cadfile knows the measure of his

desperation. And there lies the knife

beside Ellik's hand. Beside his hand,

Father Abbert, not in it. And Er carried

no knife. Does that prove him innocent

of taking his own life? Of sending

himself to hell?

and this abbey into shame and dishonor.

Look closely at his fingers. See the

soil on them, but there's no blood and

the knife is blooded to the hilt.

He never held this knife. Therefore, he

didn't kill himself.

He certainly came here of his own will

secretly at night

to look one more time upon the roses.

But there were two men here. Not one.

And the other one killed Elrich.

I'm sorry. I have strong arms, but a

weak stomach.

Violent death is always shocking. And so

it should be. I've heard you're more

than just a holy brother.

I serve God or try to. What more is

there? I travel sometimes with my trade.

Your reputation is far-flung. If this is

murder, then I will seek the truth. Yes,

as will Hugh Binger. Of course.

A great wickedness to kill a holy man.

Tragic certainly, but wicked. Until we

know why Eric was killed, we cannot

judge. Sometimes

alarm or terror can result in such a

lunge. In that moment, an honest man

becomes a murderer.

You do not recognize this knife.

No, brother.

There is a space here.

Now there is not

Hugh. Look here.

Someone has climbed this vine since the

rain. A boot has scratched the bark

here. You see, and left soil in the

scratch marks. And here, a fine, deep

bootprint.

A little warm wax and a steady hand. And

we have him by the heel.

You will not find that they match,

brother. Would I climb over my own wall

any more than I would leave the knife

lying in my own garden?

Well, whether we would or not, we need

to melt some candle ends.

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Brother Ellic loved me. That is what you

were saying. Against his vows of

modesty, chastity, obedience, my whim

has caused his death. A stab wound to

the heart has caused his death. That and

only that is clear. If it were not for

the rose rent, he would be alive now. If

it were not for me, he would be alive

now. I am not safe to be at large in

this world.

Even the rose itself tells me. See how

it has the look of decay and death about

it.

An end to the rose rent. That is what

God is saying. An end. Mistress,

I have your girdle. It is mended.

My girdle is mended. Well, all is well

then. All is well. Mistress, please.

I will visit you later.

for

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the

Liber

docu.

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Amen.

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There it is. Kata

Q.

See how the grass here has been

disturbed.

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Stop, brother. Catfire. You'll forgive

me, father. I mean no disrespect. He may

be washed presently.

Smell his fingers. Coffee earth on his

hands. Smell it.

And it's the same. Yes. Because these

fingers were clawing away at the earth

and the grass around the rose bush.

Eric was right and I took no notice. The

rose was dying, though not through any

act of God. White lead. Brother Prior,

the rose was poisoned.

And I suspect poor Elleric disturbed the

poisoner.

This is South.

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Well, well, was that the bronzemith

seeing our mistress Pearl home? Why you

fear a common trait? Oh, I fear no one,

Master Hind, least of all you. Things

are said fair. Judith is a lady of great

sensitivity. Could she continue with the

rose rent when it is stained with blood?

Surely not. Indeed, she may well now be

prepared at last to look elsewhere for

comfort,

though not to a penalous young cockro.

Mistress, sad news about the holy

brother. It is indeed, Bertrred.

But who would kill a rose bush? Brother

Cadfile, you thought yourself it was a

sign from God. And that also, I judge,

was the purpose, to turn you away from

the rose rent and from the past.

But who? You are desired by many.

Well, that will soon be at an end.

Come in.

Beg pardon, mistress. Sister Magdalene

is here. Thank you, Brandin. Show her

in.

Mistress Pearl, I am pleased to meet

you. And are you, sister? I believe you

are acquainted with Brother Cadfile.

Indeed. I trust you are well, brother.

Yes. Thank you, sister.

Though I came via the abbey, there is

much distress there which I share

deeply.

Yes, I'm sure.

Forgive me then if this is the wrong

moment. No, no, there never was a better

moment, sister. The closter is all the

more attractive to me now than it was

when I first began to think of it.

The world had seemed a waste. My living

in it pointless.

But now that I have caused a death,

the cloister, at least I would be safe

at the convent of at Godric's Ford.

Would I not, brother? If, as you say,

there has been a studied use of poison

as well as violent murder. You seek not

just stability and purpose, then, but

also refuge. From myself most of all,

sister, to have a vocation elsewhere

would be most welcome. But you clearly

have no such vocation, or you wouldn't

have said it would be welcome. No, it is

not enough just to escape from the world

outside or from yourself. You must be on

fire for the world within.

Were you then, brother?

Well, I came late to it certainly, and

it may be that my fire burned somewhat

dullly, but it gave me light enough to

see the road I wanted. And you, sister,

was it a passion for you? I have heard

otherwise. No, it was not. Well, why

must it be so for me then?

We were both running towards, not away.

But in truth, I'm no example to any

woman. I sought a new occupation. After

many years as mistress to a nobleman,

and I was past my prime, but you are

not. No, no, I am not, though I devoutly

wish I were. However,

if you truly need a place of peace and

safety and time to think and rest and

recover lost courage, then come to us

without vows, and I will keep the door

barred against the world until you see

fit to venture out again.

On those terms, it could be wise.

Now, may I come with you now, sister? I

do not fear danger here, brother, and I

would be at peace.

I return to God's Ford tomorrow. Speak

with me then and we shall see.

Thank you.

What's to happen to me if the mistress

goes off to be a nun?

Shouldn't mind that much. I'd rather

that than see her marry someone else.

I'd make do with second best.

But the business here, what would happen

to that?

You're going out, cousin, to the abbey

at this hour. For what purpose? To tear

up my charter, which can as well be done

by candle light as daylight. You're

taking back the rose house.

Take back what I gave to God. No, no. I

I merely make the gift unconditional of

roses.

No more rose rent and we may hope for no

more deaths. Shall I come with you? No,

no, thank you, Miles. But I will go

alone.

Almighty God, we thank thee for our

daily bread. Let our bodies be

refreshed, but our souls still hunger.

Grant, Lord, the blessedness of cool

repose to thy servant Eric.

Let his soul be satisfied in the

fellowship of eternal bliss.

Amen.

Brother Catfire, I have an idea.

Silence.

this this cast that you've made,

brother, how if with um Father Abbott's

leave, of course, I were to take it to

every boot maker men in the town and and

over the bridge at Frankwell and ask if

any of them has memory of a boot that

might match it, the wear being so

distinctive. Might that not help lead us

to brother Eric's foul murderer? Yes,

Oswg,

Brother Cadfile, they told me at the

gate that I might seek you out. Judith

has disappeared. She set out last night

for the abbey, but it seems she never

reached here. The porter has not seen

her. Your father Abbott, brother Prior.

Well, might she not be with Sister

Magdalene?

You know, they had spoken. Yes. Yes,

I've been to Sister Magdalene's

lodgings. She has departed, but Judith

was never there. Not at the Rose House

either, according to the bronzemith.

Brother Cad No. Leave it, Oswin. Look,

just leave it now. Go on, get on with

your work.

I I trust that Mistress Pearl is safe,

sir. I pray that she is. So do I. If I'd

packed it off with Sister Magdalene, she

would be, brother. She has been so

distraught with guilt.

I fear another evil.

Oh, no. Judith would never take her own

life. Oh, no, no, no. She's She's far

too strongminded. The river lies between

town and Abby. If she's not here, I know

of nowhere else to look.

Come on, you there. We need two more

over here. Here you go.

Slowly, you'll see nothing otherwise.

Take that corner

there.

Let's

start again.

It's Judith. There's no doubt. That does

not prove she is drowned. Well, what

then? Master Collier, you will help us

both by going into town, raising friends

and towns folk for a thorough search

until we have searched from the English

bridge to Bristol. I will not say your

cousins drowned.

You think he wanted her dead? Of course,

if she were as closest relative, he

would inherit everything.

Shall we continue up?

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A boat is here.

Fisherman, lovers. Wait, lovers? One of

the most unwilling. Look how the foot

marks have churned and gouged. Well,

we've got no wax cast out of them. Too

soft and wet. What's this?

From a belt or a woman's girdle. If it

is Judith's, the bronzemith would know.

You think she's been abducted? Well,

bundled into a waiting boat. Perhaps her

cloak lost overboard, her girdle torn in

the struggle because Judith would have

struggled. But there's been no demand

for ransom, Captain. All the more reason

to find her quickly.

I'm sorry to have to silence you,

Judith.

I find your voice as bewitching as your

smile.

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But I shall not be long.

And it is quite possible to think

without speaking. So think Judith.

Think.

I It belongs to the girdle I repaired.

But you have not seen the lady since you

returned it to her. No, brother. Though

I'll willingly join the search.

Seems she has warmed your heart a

little. I found her gentle, honest. I'd

thought such virtues didn't mix with

beauty.

As bronzemith, do you mix lead? Lead,

brother. No. Copper and tin. Why? I

speak plainly with you, Nile. The rose

bush in your garden was poisoned with

white lead, a form of that metal deadly

to all life, even plants in sufficient

quantity.

Who could have more easily administered

it than you? Who was more likely to be

stumbled upon by poor Elleric? And why

should I kill, Rosebush or monk? What

could I gain? I do not know.

But then I know nothing about you. You

have the culpit's bootprint. Not my

bootprint, as you well know. And as for

lead, well, like the knife you laid

before me, it's common enough. You'll

even find it in its many forms about an

abbey.

And now, brother, I shall join the

search.

That's right.

Anything

there?

Nothing we can

Got

it.

All right.

Bertrred, you're not in the weaving

shade now, sneaking from your work.

Catch up with the others. His master,

he searchs the river, Master Puller. You

Bingar searches the town. No doubt he'd

also search your sheds. You think I have

the lady? I think you wish you had more

than anything.

I have few virtues, brother, but one of

them is patience. The rose was poisoned

patiently.

Poison.

Could I see your boots? My boots?

If you wish.

They're brand new, brother.

Doubt you could afford them. Any more

than could young Master Hine. Brother

Catfile is inspecting footwear today,

though he will not tell us why.

Perhaps he believes you have something

to hide, masterful.

Where have you been till this time? The

others came back 2 hours ago. Should I

tell you where I've been? Shall I tell

you what I know? Your supper's spoiled.

How would you like to be more than just

a servant in this house, Branwin? A

gentle woman. By listening to you,

you're as free with your promises as you

are with your hands. Listen, but don't

tell. I know where the mistress is kept.

And when I set her free, she'll be Oh,

so grateful. Well, tell me then.

No, I was too harsh on you this morning,

Oswin. It was a good thought to show

this to all the menders, but I'm afraid

we cannot because if we do, the murderer

may come to hear of it. Then he'll know

that we have this proof. He'll destroy

every boot and shoe that he possesses.

Yes, brother. I understand.

I have heard information though

of the bronzemith of Nile. They say he

has a daughter.

Do they? It's her he visits out at

Pulley. Also, they say his wife

disappeared. Well, in a puff of smoke,

some say in the river 3 years ago at

Chester, whereupon he left and has moved

from place to place, unsettled ever

since. Oswin, it surely is not in your

bows to listen to gossip.

No, brother.

Well, don't let that stop you.

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You might at least be gracious.

You've had long enough now to ponder on

my virtues.

Mistress Pearl, why do you doubt that

within this delightful, handsome

exterior, a serious husband is waiting

to emerge?

You are a wastist, which is why your

father disowns you. Mistress Pearl,

you cut me to the quake.

You know why I've done this?

Because I love you. You do not love me.

You love yourself. You covered security

and comfort and easy life. No. No,

not just that. What else then? To prove

yourself. I do not doubt you find the

prospect of sharing my bed pleasurable.

But that is not love.

I could satisfy you more than could

Godfrey Fuller.

He was sure that you'd be his. He said

as much when when

the monk was killed.

He said, "Your heart could no longer be

fixed within a rose."

And still thought I would give up the

past for a future with him. He has

wealth. I have none.

Therefore, I had to act

to prepare

and watch and follow.

I had hope you'd be impressed.

have been carried off

to a sworded hole such as this. Stinking

of wool. Your father's wool. Your

father's warehouse.

Even in this, you must make use of him.

No, I am not impressed. I do not see you

as bold nor romantic.

I see you as selfish and stupid.

Do not scold too much.

Lady,

rather be aware. The door is locked and

barred.

No means of escape.

We are alone here for as long as I wish.

If you will not be coaxed or persuaded

into marriage, there remains force. I am

not afraid of you. I am the stronger of

us and you know it. Not in body you're

not. And in your body lies your virtue,

your honor, your reputation.

Marriage by rape is no new thing,

Judith. Be it new to you or not.

Somebody's out there.

Those are the watchman's dogs.

Who can know we're here? Does it matter

who?

If we are found, how will you explain

this folly?

You and your crime will be shown for

what they are.

Who's there? I say. Do you expect them

to deal gently with you? You are not a

child. Or so you claim.

Judith,

I swear I never meant such harm. Come

on. I thought you had fondness for me

when I showed only indifference.

You have a way of showing even that.

Oh, the fault is mine then.

Well, if there is no longer to be

marriage by rape, it would seem you have

two choices. Either release or kill me.

Judah.

I bet your sake. Please do not destroy

me.

No, I will not destroy you.

Only I have no will to face the world

again just now.

So I will make a bargain.

Tomorrow you will fetch a horse and take

me secretly to Sister Magdalene at

Godric's Ford. Tomorrow? The place will

be alive tomorrow. tomorrow night. Then,

if we are not discovered by then,

once at the convent, I shall take the

veil and give everything, all my

property without condition or exception

to the abbey.

And after that, thank God, I will not be

worth pursuing as a wife, either for my

body or my wealth.

Do this for me, boy, and I will not

denounce you.

There he goes. Go. That's an arrow.

No,

Hey,

no.

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[Music]

Brother, is there news of Mistress

Pearl? No, there is not. You are leaving

us. Why? Once the gossip turns to

poison, there's always time to move.

I'll pay what rent I owe. Never fear and

your daughter.

What of her? Do you take her with you?

She's better off where she is. My sister

takes good care of her out at Pulley.

Nile, your past is your own affair. But

if it's haunting you, it is the world's

affair, brother. The world has made it

so. Ben Lance the poison. Don't keep it

tightly festering. Do you think it's

easy to lay bear guilt and shame? I had

a wife and she did drown entwined in her

lover's arms. For she was not content

with me or our babe.

Not that she wanted for love or lust.

Both I had to offer. But not wealth, not

finery, that she sought and found

elsewhere

with a widowed merchant twice my age.

It was no secret.

She flaunted it before me, before the

town.

The merchant liked to walk her by the

river, to hold her hand as if he was

some golden youth. and she, his starry

maid.

I sought them out.

What I intended, God knows. But in his

panic to escape, he slipped and fell

into the river

and took her with him.

And though I tried,

I could not save her.

He lived, of course.

an accident. Then

you were fortunate to find justice in

such a case. I was.

But the devil still pursues me, brother,

in my head. So that brother Katpal, a

body is found in the river.

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Washed up on the shores of Abuiland. He

may have been, brother, but we cannot

take on the laying out of every young

workman who ends up in the river drunk.

No doubt. Let his master or his loved

ones come and fetch him. This is Judith

Pearl's weaver.

See how he's bruised here.

If he drowned,

I would say he was held down less by

drink than by something harsh and heavy

pressing on his neck.

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This is the boot that made the print in

the soil underneath the vine. I made the

cast myself. I know I'm not mistaken.

There. You see, not only the heel worn

down on the one side and the toe on the

other, but this crack diagonally across

the ball of the foot. So, the river has

saved us the cost of a trial. And

Bertrred, worse fate than drowning. And

if Bertrred killed brother Elleric, then

he must surely also poison the rose.

Your evidence doesn't lie. Had Bertrred

thought himself a handsome rogue. He

wouldn't have been the first craftsman

who aimed high to marry the mistress of

the house. A rival? You mean? What do

Godfrey Fuller and young Master Hind and

now he's dead? There's another murderer

on the loose. Brother Cadfile Miles

Collier has come to take away the

weaver. There is a servant girl with him

blubbing disgracefully. She asked for

you, my lord Bearinger.

He said he knew and would rescue her

from where she was held at the wool

warehouse.

And he said nothing of this to you,

Master Collier. No. But then Bert was

all sinus and ambition. Well, now he's

paid the price.

And where would you have been when Berd

was murdered? At the loom with my mother

finishing the work he should have

completed.

Weep for your mistress, Branin, not that

worthless idol wretch.

Master Collier,

you're still here. Forgive me, brother.

I hoped you would return. I have a

confession. I have not been frank with

you. I knew what Bertrred was about last

night. At least by his manner yesterday,

I knew or guessed he was about

something. So when he went out after

dark, I followed him.

And where did he lead you? I lost sight

of him after he left town by the Poston

Gate. But I suspect he was going to the

tent ground or wool warehouse. He had

loitered there that morning. Then I

heard the watchman's dogs. in truth and

to to my shame. That is why I went no

further. I have seen their handiwork

before.

And then I'm told that he is dead.

Which is why I must tell you, brother.

There was someone else abroad by the

river last night. He passed me hurrying,

and I saw him clearly, though he did not

see me.

I'm loathed to say his name, for I know

my cousin has lately spoken kindly of

him, where others have not.

Nile Bronzemith.

Good night, little one. Sleep well.

I'll see you again soon. I promise.

Rosala,

when I leave you, don't think that's

what I want. I yearn to take you with

me.

But you need a mother.

And there are things in my heart

that may never lead to happiness.

up there. The old counting house disused

for more than a year. But my men

searched the warehouse. Well, it will be

easily missed. Not by me.

A young master hind would have a key.

And if there is any man known to us who

need courage from a flasker to be him.

And with that courage could doubtless of

silence bert.

Judith. Yes I believe so.

Has he finished her as well?

Should

I take you to the gate? No.

Judith,

I know my way now. Get home before it is

light. Go. I will keep my promise. I

will not renegade on it.

Forgive me, mistress. You should take

care. There are cutthroats in the

forest. Where are you bound? I Where are

you? Shh.

Ah, it's you, Mistress Pearl.

The portra said she heard horses.

No, tomorrow you'll return to

Shrewsbury. You cannot keep your people

in such anxiety a moment longer.

Even if you have promised to spare this

idiot youth Thomas from the consequences

of his folly, though folly is a lighter

word than I would give it. You are too

hard on Mistress Pearl, sister. We are

not all as bold and sure of ourselves as

rightthinking nuns. Pray let her rest.

Save your sound advice till the morning.

Drink your wine.

Your girdle will need mending again.

Mistress,

may we speak, Master Hind?

You have saved my conscience a journey.

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Daughter,

we rejoice at your safe return. We have

been in great anxiety over you. Come,

Mistress Pearl. I know who kept you

prisoner. I have Mother Carson. He is

confessed. Confessed? Mhm.

I will not bear witness against him. I

promised. Nor will I name his name. If

that is your wish, nor shall I outside

this room. Provided I can be certain

Thomas's only crime involved you and the

counting house.

A man was murdered that night.

Your weaver Bertrred. Yes, I know. Nile

has told me. My captain did not kill

Bertrred. I can vouch for that. He was

with me.

In which case, Master Bronze, there are

questions I must ask of you,

Nile.

Mistress Pearl, you will doubtless wish

to continue home.

If you please, Master Bronzemith,

it is Master Collier's word against

mine. I was not by the warehouse or the

river. But you were packed up, ready to

leave Shrewsbury the very next day. I

did not kill Bertrred. I was out at

Pulley as I am every night if I am able.

Ask my sister. Have no fear, I shall.

You have persecuted me since the

beginning. Persecuted? No. Yes. And now

another suspect has proved innocent. You

persecute me further. Mine is the only

leg you have hold of. And you are

determined that the boot be made to fit.

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Uh please forgive me. I must leave you.

Bring Ny to my workshop as soon as you

finish your questions.

Mistress Pearl, such a relief to know

that you are safe. I trust I may beitted

to escort. Judah, I thought I'd lost you

forever. Come.

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Still patient, Master Fuller. Still

patient.

Sister,

are you staying here a while with

Judith? Yes.

While you're here, could you filch

something for me? Filch? I am a nun. Two

things, in fact. What things? Two left

boots.

Who could have wished the rose bush dead

except someone who had hopes of winning

Judith? Nobody, Catfile, and it was

Bertrred, as we have established. Then

why was Bertrred killed? Well, clearly

by arrival, as you yourself said, but

yesterday. Two murders then, and two

murderers. Yes.

What if there were but one murderer?

What if Bertrred did not kill brother

Eric? What if Bertrred was never even in

the rose garden?

Because Bertrred, as poisoner of the

rose, has worried me. Bold enough for

such a deed. He may have been, and you

certainly conceited enough. But I doubt

if he would have dropped the knife. Sly,

cunning men like him don't leave behind

such things in panic.

What of this then? All this you. This

has been my mistake. I've been fed the

bait and I've swallowed it whole. At

least I would have done if I hadn't seen

that Bertrred's drowning was no

accident. What do you mean, bait? Well,

suppose Bertrid being washed up on Abbey

land was intended. H because I will be

certain to examine the body and make the

boot fit.

These are only borrowed, not stolen.

Sorry, the theft took all day.

Which is Bertrred? Uh, this he alone

slept in the weaving shed. That was

where I found it.

Well, you see, it's almost worn through,

but it's as straight as a lance.

Whereas this one

is the same as the footprint, same as

the wax,

same as the boot taken from Bertrred's

body. H even down to the crack across

the sole.

What does that prove, brother? Well, it

proves that a man who wears a pair of

boots when he's fished out of the river

may not be the true owner of those

boots.

The true owner killed Eric, then

murdered Bertrred and used him to put us

off the scent.

Only one other person apart from you and

Doin knew that I had that cast.

He saw it here in the workshop.

And it wasn't Nile Bronzemith.

Mistress, where is Miles? With her, of

course.

Last visit to the Rose.

His thought, not hers. Before the past

is padlocked,

and our future with it.

I feel we are trespassing.

Your bronzemith isn't here to complain,

cousin. Oh, he would not complain.

Mother wishes you dead, you know. She

thinks you humiliate us by leaving me as

foreman in the business I've run

single-handed for so long. Since Edward

first fell ill, she thinks you owe me

more. some future certainty of wealth

and property. She thinks that I'm more

deserving than a mother church already

fat with land and gold. If you were to

die today, both unmarried and uncloed,

that would be fair.

Michael,

what she does not see, what nobody sees,

cuz they neither look nor imagine, is

that your death would also be mine.

I'm your cousin, Judith.

Therefore, in mother's eyes and in the

world, the brother you do not have. Yet,

I'm not your brother, nor do I desire to

be. I look at you with the same eyes as

any other man, and have done since

before you married Edward.

And when he died, I

I hoped I hoped to turn away. I did

this. No more rose red. No more looking

back. That was my message. Look at me.

But of course, I hadn't reckoned on

young brother Eric flying out of the

darkness. He's in heaven, Judith. Don't

grieve for him or Bertrred. Poor

friend's mourning is enough to bear. You

see how foul and devious I've become

because of you. How each bloody act

solves one difficulty and raises 10

more. But all I wanted was your love.

Well, let's anoint these cursed twigs

with oil. as we unload each other up.

Miles for pity's sake. And let them burn

as I will surely burn.

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I'm lost. I love twists. And I need to

lose now, Judith. And I need to gain

except what you can give me. Marry me.

Say your love and cherish me above all

others. Say it.

You do not look unfair with me here and

now. Tell me you love me. I cannot make

you happy if you know it is not true.

Don't say it. Say it. I will not say it.

For your soul's sake, I will not say it.

My soul is already lost. Give me what I

need for pity sake and nothing else. You

are a kind and gentle man. God man, you

will find no pleasure in me. Not after

this. Say you love me, but we can leave

this place now. I worship you, too. Just

don't make me do this.

No.

Now, Master Calio, the Lord shall have

you first. To death, I'm sorry, Miles.

I'm so sorry.

To death.

To death.

Will he hang Kadfile? Miles Collier. I

have no doubt. The law judges the crime,

not the man. And he killed twice.

Strange that love can be more dangerous

than hate.

We're lucky, you and I, that our loving

days are over.

Are we?

Well, safe journey, sister, and an early

return. If these cutings of yours do not

flourish, I shall be back immediately.

brother.

Oh, was Nile not with you? He is seeing

Sister Magdalene to the gate. I wish to

speak with you alone. Oh, come in. Thank

you.

You have helped me through much doubt

and and turmoil, brother, and much

guilt.

And now I need your reassurance yet

again. But you still have much to give

and to be given and should feel no

disloyalty in that.

Be reassured.

Edward was as wise as he was loving.

Unlike me, he would have been quick to

see the worth of our mysterious

bronzemith.

He would approve of Nile and wish you

great happiness together.

Though as to being together, I trust he

has told you all his story.

We meet tomorrow.

[Music]

Thank you. Her name is Rosala.

Welcome home, Razab.

[Music]

Would Father Abbert approve Cavar

monk and matchmaker? Oh, hardly that.

But it's written in the rule. And so the

sorrowful

and love the young.

I think perhaps a pear tree here, don't

you?

Trained low so the whole family can pick

them.

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Let's do

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