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It will live.

Don't believe me?

Ask your gift.

Come.

Come on.

Come on.

I feel no death.

Please get your wife some food.

I am hungry.

How about lamb stew with, uh...

No spice whatsoever.

Had I known about your fine English cuisine,

I never would have married an Englishman.

No matter how handsome he is.

So you're already thinking of sneaking back to the desert?

Mm-hmm.

In England?

In England!

How might we still turn our ship and make our

way to Cordoba, where the sun always shines in?

No, no, not this again.

Come on!

Hush!

You'll tell me to push one more time and I will sleep to your throat.

I'll hand you the knife for my daughter.

Look!

The cord!

I have it.

If it's in her eyes, when the cord is around the baby's neck, it's most important!

I know how to deliver a baby!

Put the cannon away!

One more, Postal Becker.

One more!

Two more, Postal Becker!

Three

more, Postal Becker!

Two

more, Postal Becker!

Don't stull it on the 심 Soon!

Chur.

History!

Two more, Postal Becker!

It charged!

It sn ДоTS!

One more, Postal Becker!

Yeah, Didi.

You must be hungry.

Did you send people to look around the bay?

I did.

I looked myself.

Far along the coast.

On both sides.

Look, I think we cannot longer stay here on the beach.

We must move on.

Go!

Go!

I'll wait here until I find her.

She's dead!

Listen!

You brought all of us here.

To your country.

Where you said we are needed.

Most needed.

Because we have something great to share.

Most of us died for your dream yesterday.

Don't let us down now.

We need you.

Your son needs you.

I can't.

I just can't.

We will help you, Rob.

What's this circus then?

Inder gestures for the royal court?

They look a bit too serious for joking around.

Probably beyond for boring our queen to death within her work.

Hello.

We are physicians from Isfahan.

We've come to make a presentation to the physician's guild.

Where did he say?

Isfahan.

Never heard of it.

It's near Norwich.

Is it?

Yeah.

We've got some family there.

It's Ipswich, not Ishfahan.

It depends on how you say it, doesn't it?

It depends on your accent.

Isfahan is a great city.

The gentleman is correct.

Ipswich.

Ipswich it is.

The toll's going to be double for that funny-looking ass of yours.

All right.

Jews and Muslims out of the city before sunset.

My friend, how does it feel to be back home, huh?

It hasn't changed much.

It still smells like stew and dog shit.

We go back to where you came from!

Didn't somebody say we'd be held and praised on our arrival?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's how big fuckers are.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Take out my purse!

Hey!

Stop, boy!

Stop, boy!

You're racist!

Shit!

Shit!

Let me help you, boy.

It smells my heart!

Please don't leave me, sir.

It's okay.

I'm hurt like a weasel when I travel.

I'll never steal again.

I'll come along.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt.

Give me... Ah!

Bloody hell!

Maybe Mr. Weasel here can help us find the physician's guild.

For a penny, I can show you where the doctors do their tricks.

He just fixed your shoulder, and now you want to get paid.

Yalla, go away.

I didn't ask him to do it, did I?

Still gotta live, yeah?

Myself's not in a position to give nothing away for free.

Mmm.

What is that man doing with the hot iron?

Ah.

A renowned treatment for piles.

And this, uh... It cures them?

No.

But it gives them something else to think about.

Are you ugly-look doctors, then?

Is that how you fix my arm?

We're Hakims.

What was Hakim?

Apart from a way of clearing your throat.

When a woman is not getting pregnant, they believe the wound

wanders around the body looking for something to fill it.

And they use foul smells to keep it away from the head,

and sweet smells to lure it back between the legs.

We're going to be rich!

It's like the money's lying on the streets.

Is this what we came for?

Sorry.

Doctor!

Doctor!

How many times have I told you that there's only one

place for him and people like him, and that is not here?

Send him to the caves!

Police!

As the king's physician, there must be something you can do!

Make way for the king's guard!

Make way for the king's guard!

How do people believe they're witches?

They're not witches.

They're Celts.

They are witches!

They eat Christian hearts and will murder the king in

his bed, and everyone else, if we don't get rid of them.

And that's the truth, because that's what everyone's been saying.

They're not going to be an army.

Just because someone says something, it doesn't make it true.

Tell that to the bishop.

With your very eyes!

How the almighty punishes all heathens!

Wait this!

You kill one woman, another shall die!

What have they done to dying the fire?

Just got caught, haven't they?

The king's clearing their villages off the land,

and they bring a few to the city to cheer us all up.

Lord Godwin don't look too happy.

Who is he?

He's the head of the army.

And the queen's errand boy.

Who is he?

Who is he?

Who is he?

Who is

he?

Stop them!

Should she suffer another miscarriage, I might recommend to his highness that you

shall be executed swiftly, given the fact that you're the queen's physician.

I'm sorry, um...

What was the name again?

Rob.

Rob Cole.

And this is Yitzhak Gabay.

Rob Cole.

A Christian name.

Yet you're dressed like...

I'm not quite sure what you're dressed like.

A little Jewish, a bit Muslim.

Does it matter?

We believe in medicine, and science, and we

have brought knowledge from across the world.

I'm afraid that no Hebrew can practice medicine

in this city, so if you'd be so kind as to stop...

Wasting our time.

Yeah.

My colleagues and I studied at the great Ibn Sina's madrasa.

We want, with your help, to build a new madrasa in London.

Ah, the great Ibn Sina, the Muslim myth.

One hears whispers of his greatness, but no one's ever seen him.

No one knows of his body of work.

This is his canon of work.

He entrusted it to me before he died, so that I might continue his legacy.

His learning far exceeds what is known in the West.

If we build a madrasa in London, it will bring light to the ignorant

medicine practiced here.

Well, it is pretty tiring when the Jews are in town, pointing out our ignorance.

Rather offensive.

He has devised new modern... God, remove the peasants.

Look!

No!

There are new ways that we have discovered to treat people!

The king is most distressed.

The king is most distressed.

You can assure the king they will be captured before nightfall.

But the king is also confused as to how they were able to escape so easily.

Even the old woman got lost.

If I could report to the king myself, then I will...

I will explain it to him.

I understand your confusion, Lord Godwin.

But the king asks that you explain to me.

These executions...

They're making the people scared of the Celtic...

witchcraft.

All these stories...

have made them hysterical.

The king believes they are witches.

Don't you, Lord Godwin?

No person will ever come to seek us.

To trust us, our skill.

They believe we are disgusting infidels.

Only allowed to stay out here.

In the slums.

Rob, what's your plan?

I don't have one.

What

one converted monk-like thief had to do to get these beauties?

I could have pinched them right out of the barrel, couldn't I?

But did I?

No, dear sirs.

This is great.

I was hoping for some hummus with some dried uppercuts, but this will do.

How do you even eat these?

Normally smoked.

Normally dried.

Sometimes in a pie, but...

Oh, man.

Not too bad raw.

Hello.

As-salamu alaykum.

How can we help you?

Well...

They say you people are barbers or something.

Is that right?

We're Hakims.

Hakims?

Barbers who've been to school.

Well, I don't care what you call yourselves.

Can you help a burned man?

Hey!

I need a horse.

And I'll fucking shout till you get me one!

For fuck's sake!

Who the hell are these jesters?

Calm down, will you?

There's a bit of itsy leg!

Ha!

Those doll cups!

A horse is all I need!

He can't stay here!

There's a witch in here!

Don't you try your funny business with me!

I got protection!

Your leg is infected.

When the infection spreads across your body, you will die.

We have no choice, but...

You'll die.

I have no choice!

I don't think he wants you to cut his leg off.

Okay.

Lucky man.

I don't think it has progressed so far.

You know what's going on out there.

Do you?

They will burn my village down if there's no one there to defend it.

Fucking Queen is a demon from hell.

Every lass, crone and child.

I swear, I'll kill every bloody Christian I can before they get to me.

Is the Queen not a Celt herself?

Oh, you've been away a while, boy.

Queen Alanna's long past.

Her daughter, Eline, fell into madness.

She's held like a prisoner in a remote convent.

Rumors say she has demons inside her.

Poor girl.

King took a new wife.

Christian court lady.

She was the beginning of our end.

Beautiful Queen Mercia.

Always pregnant, but her babies never live.

You better have placed a strong king in me.

Physician.

Male.

I shall not ask what you did to make him believe

he could still father a child in his condition.

I got him rip-roaring drunk and told him exactly what he wanted to hear.

Lord Godwin is asking for the Queen's physician.

He sees death proofs.

Perform your duty.

I allow it.

My endless mercy.

We'll wait.

What was her name?

The child's mother.

Rebecca.

Her name is Rebecca.

How did she die?

She didn't die.

We never found her body.

To lose the one you loved.

Unfathomable.

Unimaginable.

Unimaginable.

Unbearable.

But...

Life grows deeper roots after accepting a great loss.

A great loss means that an even greater fate is opened up before you.

Thank you for helping him to sleep.

Go home.

I've bled her, rented her stomach, and given her herbs to cool the fever.

So...

When will she recover?

This fever will not break and she will struggle for breath until...

She can struggle no more.

No.

There must be something.

You are the Queen's physician.

For God's sake.

Do you not think that I would like to save her?

I did not become a physician to watch women die of a fever.

But in this case, my dear old friend, there is nothing that I can do.

I wish to God that there was.

And out of respect for you, I'm telling you the truth.

To save you the pain of... Illusion.

We simply have to be patient.

All will be well.

I don't want to die.

No.

You will die.

You will die.

I will become cold, evil, and enter the most terrible of hells.

Pain in the soul cannot be healed like a pain in the body.

I'm sure your medicine master from far away knows much.

But let me tell you, Abukhil, we crones no more.

And cost less to learn, because it is written in here.

Feel it.

Don't think, child.

Feel!

Healing must be rooted in science, not magic and mystery!

No, healing must be rooted where the cause of the pain lies.

Not in science, not in superstition, but in the softness of the human heart.

And you know this, because you feel it.

And you're not the only one.

You're dying.

Yes.

But before this, Morrigan may give you a second gift, you see.

The gift of healing the soul.

The spirit of the herbs will help you enter the darkness.

You can sense death, but now you must face him.

One must go below the surface, Abukhil.

One must give up control.

So that the goddess of night might help.

So she might take one's pain from one's heart.

With her love.

Understand.

What?

Can you see... the sea?

Where is the sea?

Can you see the sea?

There is a storm coming.

In we must go.

Deeper into the dark water over here.

Can you feel... the storm?

Everything breaks... walls... chairs...

in my arms.

Where... is Rebecca?

In my arms.

How... only the truth... can free your soul, Avakil?

Where... is Rebecca?

You must accept this grief as yours.

This is what makes it holy.

You understand?

This is where she lives now.

She's with the air.

She's with the earth.

She's with the water.

And with the rays of sun that wake you.

Thank you.

I'm going back up north now to die among my own people.

This is my fate.

Heal your soul... and the souls of men.

This is your fate.

Your name will be... Adam.

The new beginning.

I love a lot of soldiers out there looking for kelps.

Aking to kill.

Who?

Rob?

No.

I will not throw a wounded man out on the street to die.

All these people out here.

If we do not treat them, then who are we?

We are not allowed to practice, Rob.

Exactly.

Have you forgot?

Do we need the guild's permission to work?

A hospital is its doctors, not its marble pillars.

Let's work here.

Right here, outside the city walls.

Where the troubled eyes of poverty and injustice face us straight in the eyes.

Great.

Then we will be the next ones to be thrown in the fire.

I'm afraid Abu is right.

Listen to me.

Listen.

I am scared too.

I am.

And I cannot promise that this will not end in disaster.

If you want to leave, then you are welcome to do so.

But if you stay, I believe that together, in

this place, we can begin to build a future.

Hey, I think I could clear my schedule and chip in.

Before you get me here, I'll cut your cock off.

You are more than welcome to walk out there and meet your destiny, sir.

In here, we do not have a kelts.

And you need a bath.

Weasel.

If you are planning on sticking around, you need to carry your weight.

Hold this.

Follow me.

Buy this ointment in the morning and at night.

And the abscess should clear up in no time.

I can't pay you money for this, barber.

But I can give you a parsnip.

That sounds good to me.

We love parsnips.

Someone's not entirely happy.

No.

When I was here before and saw that you were the baby, but there was no woman,

I thought you all might be a bit useless.

So, I, um, I've bought him some clothes.

You're very kind.

Oh.

The smell of a real emperor.

This is just a concoction of... No, no.

He needs changing.

Here.

Thank you.

This needs some better care, I believe.

What happened to you?

I was chopping some carrots.

Ah, carrots.

Hmm.

At the man...

He bit me.

Sit down here.

Trying to remember the Celtic ritual that healed my soul.

The old witch.

If I hadn't seen a shift in you, I would have ridiculed you.

Don't be so arrogant.

At the library in Isfahan, there were accounts

of Egyptian sleep temples with similar rites.

The Greeks and the Romans had them, too.

Mm-hmm.

Even Sina writes of how the mind affects the body.

Like blushing, for example, when you feel embarrassed.

He also wrote of...

...where suppressed memories are peeled back like the layers of a painting...

...to reveal the picture behind.

This is exactly what I experienced with Morrigan.

You want to learn this witch method?

It's like I...

I could never have believed that facing that moment again would bring me such peace.

That facing the one thing I never wanted to see again.

I could have lived my whole life...

...without ever daring to hold my son.

Then we should learn everything we need to know about this new science.

Just like Ibn Sina would have.

I even have a name for it.

Philosophia Anime.

The healing of the human soul.

Three, three, three, four, three, three.

Ah, the poor ones.

No doctors or priests can help them.

The devil's got their souls.

And where are they taking them?

Caves of Mercy.

It's an old Roman quarry up north.

Retreat while they're there, but... ...no one ever comes back.

There's place to send a wise mother if you ask me.

Every member of the guild is losing money.

I've had ten patients go to this Jew.

This barbaric bundler.

The quack must be making a fortune with his primitive potions.

But don't worry, the people will be back soon.

They always are.

He treats them for free.

No charge.

And he cues them.

All ten of them.

They say no sickness is beyond the magic he's learned from Ibn Sina.

We shall see how much he laughs when I'm done with him and his charlatan mascots.

Okay, exit this way.

I'm looking for Rob Cole.

Sir, I'm afraid you're gonna have to get

outside and wait in line like the rest of them.

I am the Queen's physician.

I wish to speak to him.

Of course.

We've met.

Follow me, sir.

We are most grateful for you to join us in our, uh, humble hospital.

The Queen's physician has come.

Surprised to see you here, physician?

You must forgive my arrogance when we met Mr. Cole.

I'm terribly embarrassed.

I'm simply a man has come to learn what he does not know.

Might I take a look at Ibn Sina's canon?

You did offer to show it to me at the Guild.

You're welcome to.

But first, would you like to observe my next surgery?

What are the patient's symptoms?

Fever.

And shortness of breath.

I'm sorry to inform you that this is a waste of time.

This woman's days on Earth are numbered.

I treated her myself.

Yes.

She will die.

Without treatment.

Fortunately, we have knowledge of how to cure her.

Lady Emma, fluid is gathering around your lung,

cutting off your breath and suffocating you.

I will try to remove the fluid.

Try.

Exactly.

You're killing her.

Physician Hannah.

You're welcome to assist, if you so wish.

Arbu can instruct you.

Lady Emma, listen to me.

You have children, yes?

I assume you wish to see them grow old and marry.

and give you grandchildren.

Please.

Try not to struggle while I do this.

Hold her.

You're killing her!

I...

Russell.

If she survives, you have performed the impossible.

Every patient I've seen with these symptoms has died.

What's this?

The procedure for side sickness.

You can cure side sickness.

With your patronage, Physician Hunter, we can

work inside the city walls as well as outside.

How much do you want for the book?

The canon is not for sale.

It's for everyone.

I can make you a rich man, from this day to the next.

And if you sell me this book, I can protect you.

Protect me?

From whom?

Your enemies, in the guild.

They would burn you for necromancy.

When you've cut up on dead bodies to see what's inside,

that's the only way you could have studied this.

That's your second mortal sin.

What was my first?

Taking the money from out of their pockets.

I have patience waiting.

It's not right.

We shouldn't be doing it.

Another campaign seems unnecessary.

The tribes had been defeated and pushed to the north, and we have lost enough

brothers and sons.

The tribes are in the league with Lucifer.

We must continue until our land is cleared from them.

Every inch, cleared.

The king wants us to heed this divine call.

Lords!

My lords!

Listen!

This is Rob Cole, a physician who just...

Whoever this man might be, this is not the moment for an unexpected visit,

Lord Godwin.

But this man, he may just heal the king.

I, as king's physician, forbid this impertinent

Jew to come anywhere near his majesty.

The queen's physician said there was nothing could be done to save my wife.

Yes?

Well, the Jew, as you put it, he saved her.

But as you, sir, you've been what?

Treating the king for a whole year?

And, uh, he's still as sick as the first day.

The king wishes not to be examined by this man.

With all respect, I beg to differ.

I do believe that the king deserves every chance to heal me.

He deserves every chance.

Please give him a chance.

Why is it so dark?

Sunlight represents a danger to the king.

His skin blisters to the bone when exposed to it.

Your Majesty, my name is Rob Cole.

I am a physician.

Will you permit me to examine you today?

May I have some light?

Wait!

Your Majesty, after everything... Bring a candle.

Is it one year since you last saw the sun?

Well, whatever sickness you had one year ago is long gone.

I have seen men without pigmentation in their

skin, and the sun does indeed damage them.

But your skin is not like this.

Your body is wasting through neglect.

That is all.

We must open these curtains and let your body breathe the light.

No!

No!

You will not kill the king!

Neofric, we've trusted you for many years, haven't we?

It is the darkness that sickens you.

Not the sun.

Tear down these curtains.

The king, thanks.

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

The king has recovered well these past weeks.

Aye, aye.

I heard he even rode out hunting again.

He had drinking, too!

He has invited the Lord's throne over the...

The ointment is just clay and herbs.

Some almond oil, some ground pearl, a little bit of saffron.

Just a couple more days.

Especially when you're outside.

Your skin must get used to the sunlight little by little.

I can't thank you enough, Jew.

Name me a price.

Well, mostly we've been receiving payment in parsnips for our services.

Parsnips.

We can do better.

Something worthy of saving a king's life.

Ya shabaab, listen to me carefully.

From now on, no more ill.

Be careful with such statements, Abu.

They have a habit of coming back to bite you in the arms.

Oh ya, khalas, you're not drinking enough, Habibi.

Our days are numbered.

We were simply acting according to our medical knowledge.

What makes you feel so safe, my friend?

The king isn't stupid.

We'll soon find out that it was you and the queen who ordered me to give him sick.

I have nothing to fear.

And no motive.

You became a rich man caring for a sick king.

I swear to god, I will not go down alone.

Your king is back.

Risen from the dead.

From the menacing shadows of ignorance and deceit.

But you all know me as a king of mercy, of peace, of prosperity.

So let the past be the past.

And look to the future.

Meet our new royal physician.

And master of the greatest hospital the world has ever seen.

We need to get rid of him.

If it isn't already too late.

The king will not believe him.

I'm the beloved mother of Azale.

Have trust in God.

He wouldn't be the first wife he'd be killing.

The king's saviors.

You all deserve a fresh apple.

So, now, the king wants me to visit his daughter,

Princess Elin, to see if I can bring her back to health.

What's her sickness?

He says that she has a sickness of soul.

That she lives with demons.

Rob, that is priest's work.

It's not for physicians.

Ah, philosophy anime.

Your new science.

Habibi, you're a physician.

Maybe you should not be interfering in politics.

I think we can trust the king.

Are you sure?

Lady Godwin.

The king is most pleased to hear about your recovery from your sickness.

Oh, as I am thankful my king has recovered from his sickness, my queen.

It's like a miracle.

He's already strong enough to travel.

What a wonderful surprise.

Yes, indeed, your majesty.

Yes, indeed, your majesty.

Tomorrow, here in physician cold, we'll be leaving for a few days.

Are they going to dig up some more infidels to rule our country?

They are going to send to Peter's convent, your majesty.

When I became king, I believed I could rule this land with its tribes and

religions with my sword.

But then I saw Alana, and I thought if I married a Celtic

princess, I could unite this country with this love.

But I was wrong.

God punished me for marrying a heathen.

After Aline was born, he killed every child that came out of Alana's wound.

Even after she died, he would not free me from his curse.

But there is a prince inside me, my king.

And he would be as strong and as mighty as you.

I'm willing to believe my love.

But if it dies like all your others, the heir I will leave this country to is Aline.

When did she become ill?

Take my position to see my daughter, Sister Mary.

You must prepare yourself before you examine her, Mr. Cole.

The beast has her in his claws.

And she no longer behaves like a human.

Aline?

My name is Rob.

Rob Cole.

Would you allow me to spend some time with you today?

I'm sorry it's so cold in you.

Maybe I can help you with that.

Are you hungry?

It doesn't look very appetizing.

I'm not surprised you haven't touched it.

Get off with the hands

and leave this child!

In the name of Christ, I can-

She will never recover if she is held like an animal!

But the devil is a wild animal.

Do you not know your scripture?

I know that Jesus treated people with love and compassion.

As do we.

As the king's physician, he has instructed me to treat his daughter.

From tomorrow, we begin a new path.

As requested.

Apples.

She will only throw them at you.

Are you sure you know what you're doing, Mr. Cole?

I brought you some apples.

If you want one.

I could help you out of this horrible straitjacket.

I said you weren't allowed to have apples.

Because you threw them.

They said you threw tables and chairs as well.

I said I don't mind at all.

Throw it at me.

Nice, huh?

Maybe next time I'll bring you one covered in sugar.

At first, I couldn't even hold him.

The pain was too much.

But with my friend's help, I learned to love him.

And now he is my reason to keep going.

My mother's name was Anne.

She died when I was young.

And I miss her very much.

I...

I...

have the devil in me.

Go, Rob, go.

Go!

When I was a boy, I also used to draw on the walls.

It made my mother crazy.

She hated it.

But I couldn't help it.

I had to get what was inside my head out.

These are wonderful.

Very talented.

What is this one?

Looks like... like a stag.

Elin?

Elin?

Elin, it's okay.

It's okay.

Elin?

Elin?

It's okay.

This is the Mask of the Dance of Death.

It's an entertainment at court.

After a feast, the figure of death enters and takes everyone by the hand.

A metaphor, I see.

Mm-hmm.

Do you show that death comes for us all?

There is also this.

This is what frightens her.

If you could tell me what it means, your majesty,

I may be able to understand the cause of her pain.

What's this got to do with anything?

I was thinking about how it must have been for you when I was sick.

It must have been hard for you.

The burden of power all on your shoulders.

Or did you get used to it?

And I think of that devil's chant, Leofric.

Dead on the wheel for all to see.

Before my mind's eye, I see every bone smashed in his body.

And it brings me joy.

Every second, every minute, every day, that man stole from me, he suffered.

I won't crush anyone's bones if they try to deny my life from me.

You understand, Marcia?

I need my physician.

I need my physician.

Where are the pains?

When did they start?

Men are such fools.

Did you find it?

Yes.

Come in, come in.

Do what you have to do.

I'd love to see you tangle with an apple.

You know, they're calling me the ghost king.

I've gotten rather fond of it.

And yet, I can't wait not to have to use this stuff any longer.

What's the plan for today?

I will try to bring her into sort of a trance state.

A way for us to see what is buried deep in her soul.

When you've learned this from the Moors?

From the Celts.

So it's witchcraft?

No, sire.

It is a...

It is a kind of healing.

A way for the heart to face what it cannot face alone.

Not long ago, I experienced something that changed my life.

And opened the door to my own healing.

I can't promise I know exactly what I'm doing.

But what I can say is that if we do this together,

we can begin on a path to healing your soul.

The difference... The difference... it's okay... Okay, okay, okay, okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Open the gates!

And cursed is he who keeps back his sword from bloodshed, because the king...

Our lord is dead!

Murdered by a Jewish physician!

Hey, piece of shit, Kel!

Where are you going?

Without telling nobody?

What crap is that?

After all, we bloody... Wait, wait!

Listen to me!

I'm not a man of goodbyes, you hear me?

Doesn't mean I don't care for you.

You should at least stay and say your goodbyes.

Hey, hey!

You do it for me?

Huh?

Friend...

I must leave now, it'll be too late.

I have to help my brothers and sisters up north.

If I don't return now, there'll be nothing left but ashes.

There's more foil than you'll find this book.

Come on.

Give it to me!

No!

You fool!

I am the savior of your belle.

I am the self man of mine.

Me too!

No!

No!

No, no!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No, no!

No!

No!

No, no, no!

No, no!

No!

Give me.

I shall take good care of your treasure.

Where are the others?

The students!

Where are they?

They're all dead.

Master Ibenzina.

How wonderful to meet you.

At last.

Queen Mercy has declared regent until her unborn child.

The rightful heir to the throne exceed its infancy.

When did the king change the line of succession?

Princess Elyne is his only living child.

You don't want to be reigned by someone possessed by the devil, do you?

Who claims such?

We have not seen her here for many years!

Are you saying that I'm lying to you?

I'm saying that we want proof that she is unable to escape her.

Stand down!

Stand down!

Have some respect for your fallen king.

I assure you that we will have the heir to the throne.

That our king and God have chosen for this country.

Be aah!

Bring Elyne here!

Elyne!

It's

a mortal sin, Lord Godwin.

It's the Queen's command, Sister Mary.

Princess Elaine has killed herself out of grief.

What?

What is it, Majesty?

The Queen Legion has been in labor for 12 hours.

She's very weak.

The child is not yet presented.

I've used all my skills, but both mother and child are near death.

I want my son and my friends released, and

a holy oath that no harm shall come to them.

Yes, but first you must save her.

She gave you the order to murder the king, didn't she?

You put monkshood in the ointment.

It's the only poison that would absorb through the skin like that.

Was it worth it?

You should be pardoned.

I'll send for your son at once, but for God's sake, help her!

Now!

And Princess Elaine released to my care.

Yes, yes, yes!

Lord Godwin!

You and the Almighty are witnesses to this promise.

Come on, ma'am.

Please, yes!

We must cut the baby out.

It's too dangerous.

Neither the Queen, Regent, nor the child can die.

They can, and they will.

Unless we cut the child out.

A healthy, beautiful girl.

Take the prisoner to his place of execution.

Now.

My Queen.

We promised before God that he would live.

Please leave me.

I said go.

For God's sake, you're free.

All of you.

Find the princess.

If you heal her, maybe you will be able to heal this country.

chase this demon queen from the throne.

Where is Elaine?

She's hidden in the Cave of Mercy.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Oh that was sick!

Yeah, that was sick!

Boy, where's she left?

The cage!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

There's all you do!

Let's put it!

Look, the cage-The cage is empty!

Where are the shadows?

I'm scared!

Shut them!

Now!

Don't free me these bastards!

That's all you love.

It's enough!

Shut the monster!

The right thing...

We'll all be in hell if we kill these innocent people.

She murdered the king.

She is our queen.

And you are a dead man.

Excluded fighting.

You learn to listen swell.

Had a good teacher.

Still lacking experience.

Was it worth it, Godwin?

Dying for these people?

I'm so sorry.

No, no worries.

We got our trickier bloody situations and that.

Penny, what are you thinking?

All I ever wanted was to save lives.

No.

My trail is littered with dead.

He saved mine.

Then take us over to France, in exchange for all of Rose's savings.

From there.

We'll head down to Cordoba.

Always said it.

Always knew it.

I can't come with you.

Ya Allah.

He's got mad again.

I must find the princess.

Rob.

You've risked enough.

You'll die if you stay here.

Aline is the only one who can bring the people

of this country together like the king hoped.

I must take her to Morrigan.

Who I believe can help her.

Up north.

To the temple of Nodun.

Enough, Rob.

Huh?

Listen.

This is a mistake.

By God.

I have to try.

I have to try.

It is my destiny if Rebecca had to die so that I might learn to heal the soul.

For Aline to unite the people of this country.

I have to use that knowledge.

So that...

So that her death...

So that it means something.

Right.

Which boat we taking then?

I'll take good care of your son.

And Isaac.

You knew.

You better hurry back.

Do you hear me?

Kneel to your queen before God.

People say it's hell in there.

If you're not back by sunset, we'll weigh anchor.

And pray for your souls.

Right?

God.

Creatures sent from hell.

These are sick people.

They deserve our help, not our fear.

We mean you no harm.

We're looking for a young woman with long red hair.

Her name is Aline.

She would have arrived around a week ago.

Have you seen them?

They seem invited.

They probably didn't have no visitors for a long time.

Oh, smells pretty good, ma'am.

Bob,

this is human flesh.

They're looking for a juna baby.

How big is this bloody cave?

The fisherman said no one knows.

Because no one ever came in.

No, no, no, no.

I didn't need to know so exactly.

Aline.

Aline?

Aline?

The next time I suggest Cordoba.

We will listen to you.

All right?

Stay back!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Bob!

We've met before.

Back in the city.

We're looking for a young woman with red hair.

Bob.

Have you seen her?

Rob.

Rob.

Rob.

Rob.

Rob.

Rob.

Rob.

Really?

It's me.

Rob.

Butterfly hat means your life.

That's

why I ran naked as a kid thinking I could fly if only I tried hard enough.

Morrigan's Valley.

Come closer, I can't see you.

Life is a tiresome struggle, is it not?

I'm so tired, I haven't slept for days.

I adore babies.

My own daughter is only four weeks now.

Can I hold him?

Quick!

This little one must be missing his father.

You don't happen to know where he is, do you?

You sell to France.

To France?

Leaving the three of you behind?

I don't believe you.

You do understand that it is mal power to make you talk.

I do understand.

You are threatening to kill three innocent people.

I'm not threatening to kill anybody.

What nonsense.

Well, at least not you.

Such a young life.

So fragile.

And...

I lost so many of them.

One blow of wind.

And they're gone.

He...

He went up north.

To look for Princess Eileen.

Well... She's dead.

Your boy?

I didn't make it to Trent.

Where are you going now?

We're heading north.

Seeking shelter in the settlements up there.

The Queen's soldiers are everywhere now.

Is there a healer named Morrigan with you?

Morrigan?

Going on ahead.

She was very weak.

I don't know if she's made it.

The...

The boy is getting buried!

When your mother became queen, she was her people's hope.

We never thought we'd have to fight for our homes again, but fighting's all we've done.

You see my father and brothers die.

My mother burned.

I have dug too many graves.

She...

Are you Princess Eileen?

I am.

I was.

Please do not kneel to me.

I must kneel to you.

We all do.

All Celtic settlements have been cleared out of Cumberland.

But your forces are facing fierce resistance in Lodin.

They're fired up with a rumour that Princess Eileen is alive, and with them.

The rumour is false.

Eileen is dead.

Or there is an imposter.

Yes, my queen.

But as long as they believe she's there, they will fight.

And not only Celts.

There's a feeling in your army that... Yes?

That the rightful queen does not sit on the throne.

I only report what some soldiers are telling me.

I must lead the army north myself and expose the impostor, mustn't I?

Must have died!

Hmm.

You seem unwell.

Are you not sleeping?

I could make you something that would help.

Hmm.

You want to poison me, physician?

I've come to ask your aid.

My aid?

This...

Contains the secrets of the modern healing.

Something that could save my very soul itself, but I can't understand it.

I need that friend of Rob Cole's alive to teach me, spare him.

For me...

I've

become known as the greatest physician of our time, and you the queen, regent who

modernizes medicine without this book, or an understanding of this book.

My life, it's meaningless!

How pathetic you've become.

Let us waste no more blood.

They will be executed tomorrow.

And I'm going north to kill the rest of those infidels.

I

have orders to bring the prisoners to the queen.

Keep your heads down as you pass through the gate.

You won't get stopped tonight.

Take this.

Take it.

You were murdered for a wisdom I could never grasp.

The knowledge must be saved before it's too late.

Let your soul find peace for your crimes.

Oregon?

It's Rob Cole.

Who you helped in London.

She's here.

You brought her.

We travelled many miles to find you.

But her soul is...

aching.

And sick.

And if you could heal her, it would bring hope to all those who were fighting.

You found your greater destiny after all.

I call our hill.

Morgan, I...

I would heal her, but I don't have your skills.

Bring me up to Nodam's temple.

The goddess will grant me...

one last voyage.

Morgan, do you want me to...

You can do this without her?

I'm not sure.

You can.

Together we'll call.

You and me.

I want to heal.

You and me.

I want to heal.

You and me.

I want to heal... Let the power of the dog... I want to heal.

You and me.

You and me.

I?

What, what, what?

I want to heal.

What?

You are a child again.

You are a child.

Can you see the dots of death?

Yes.

Who else is there?

My father.

Who else?

Who else is there?

My friend.

Who is your friend?

He's been my friend.

Can you see the man with horns?

Yes.

What can you see?

What can you see?

My mother.

My friend told me to tell my father.

Who did?

I should not have told him.

If I hadn't told him, she'd... He killed her because I told him.

He killed them all.

It was my fault.

I didn't want to look.

But my friend...

My friend made me look.

She is telling me my infidel mother is evil.

She is telling me the Celts are evil.

She is telling me I am born out of evil blood.

Who is your friend?

I don't know.

Who is your friend?

I don't know.

Who is your friend?

I don't know.

It was a fidelity ceremony.

My mother, she longed to give him a son.

And the man with the stackhead?

A druid.

Marcia made my father believe she was unfaithful.

And he killed her for it.

I watched it.

She made me... watch it.

We mercy his army!

Everyone to the gates!

All of you!

The devil is here.

But he is not in me.

This is what we've been so afraid of?

You and your brave knights are blessed and will

be rewarded with eternal peace and paradise.

So let's kill everybody.

Ellie!

Ellie!

You can't go down there.

It will be your end.

Go!

Go!

This is a new beginning, Rob Cole.

I know it.

What do you mean?

Watch your left!

Watch your left!

Look at that!

That was a poor battle.

It won't make it in mystery books.

Let's find the so-called princess.

And make an end through this pathetic game.

You're alive.

Kill the imposter!

Now!

Kill this imposter!

Kill her!

Kill her!

Let her throat!

The woman who claims to be your queen is the imposter.

She blinded my father to murder my mother.

This fool could not see beyond his passions.

Selfish and heartless, he slaughtered his own wife.

And then Mercia had my father, your king, murdered.

She did it!

And now she sends you here.

To murder me.

Our land has been ruled by fear for too long.

I stand before you now.

I stand before you now.

As Celt.

And Christian.

And I claim the throne in the name of peace.

I claim the throne.

Not for me.

But for all of us.

When my Christian father...

...and my Celtic mother married...

...they dreamt to be united country.

A country blessed with peace...

...and prosperity for all.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

And you all dreamt with them?

Kneeling to our queen.

No.

It's over.

Kneel if you want to save your life.

We are one.

We can bring that dream back.

Ten decisions.

And how unfathomable...

...and untraceable... ...are your ways.

I stand before you.

You will survive.

The soul's relationship to a patient's health is indisputable.

What the soul craves is to be witnessed in its pain.

In its truth.

And accepted without judgment by the mind.

There is much to be learned from ancient rituals.

But the mysterious territory of the soul is vast.

And it will take many centuries and many brave physicians to shed light on it.

If we can at all...

...may these words ignite the curiosity of those who come after.

There...

...my queen.

Congratulations on your recent betrothal.

Yes.

I am advised that an alliance with the Saxon

families of the West is the right thing to do.

But... ...I am not certain of this match.

My head says it is clever, but...

My heart.

My heart.

What is this then?

It's an ancient Egyptian rattle.

It's believed it was used for healing.

What does this mean?

Will you translate it for me?

Of course.

It says... ...the heart is the home of the soul.

It can speak without words to the loved one...

...across time.

Thank you.

Rob Cole.

For my life.

I healed a dog father.

Will you come?

I'll get him.

How's my daughter dear?

She was your smile.

She got your rest.

Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Sir Martin, are you ready for your exam?

Yes, I have studied the whole week.

The oils of the herb leave a subtle scent around them.

By inhaling the scent, you alter your state of mind and body.

This... Come on, this isn't gonna hurt.

Just relax, will ya?

Agh!

Agh!

Agh!

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Agh!