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Previously on Reign...

The privateer Martin de Lambert is here.

You are a scoundrel,

- a rogue. - Pirate.

Your mother spoke of you so often.

Your courage, your beauty.

I felt like I knew you before you'd even arrived.

I promised her I'd watch over you.

You're my Loyal Watchman.

Over the coming week,

guests will be arriving from across the continent

to witness our Catholic wedding.

I have a message for you

before you wed.

You will have love...

or an heir, but not both.

Don't bother trying to deny you're having an affair.

I will marry Darnley,

but if this gets out, I will be the woman

who couldn't keep her husband close on the eve of her wedding.

I want Keira gone.

Every time I look at you, I will see

the person who killed...

The woman you truly love.

Catherine! Please, help me get out of this marriage.

Well, I must say that all the parties for your wedding

have drawn the most supportive crowds.

Let's hope my subjects are as supportive

if I choose to call my wedding off.

Well, the blame will fall squarely on Darnley.

You just say the word and the rumor mill will be ignited.

Strategic whispers

of Darnley's affairs.

But Keira was the only one.

Well, not when I'm done with him.

One must embellish, but trust me,

we'll adjust as necessary.

If you discard him, Darnley will be left

in a dark cloud of shame.

Here we are.

So good to let the people see their queen.

And what of those who are not privy to such gossip?

The nobles and dignitaries who are coming from points

around the world to see me wed

in two days' time.

How shall we smooth things over with them?

That is trickier than I thought.

What if we pacify them

with a parting gift?

Never heard of such a thing.

I just invented it.

Give them gold, jewels,

anything that you have.

I'm afraid our coffers are quite dry.

Money won't be the only hurdle you'll face.

If you cancel the wedding now,

the Vatican will be quite displeased.

They have gold enough of their own

and they don't care who Darnley sleeps with.

They want you wed to the man

who will help you take England.

They've sent their most powerful emissary,

Cardinal Adomo, to attend.

We will find solutions

if abandoning this wedding

is what you feel you still must do.

Hold off... for now.

There's one last detail I need to attend to

before we move forward.

And be vigilant

in your spying of John Knox.

Elizabeth isn't the only one who opposes this marriage.

I need to know where all of my enemies stand

and what moves they plan to make

as I weigh my decision.

Lord Darnley has shown his strength and virility

in the creeling, a time-honored tradition

to show his worthiness.

To the future king of Scotland.

Mary, we should actually speak and not just for show,

- but we need to... - I don't have time right now.

I need to plan the wedding.

Oh, not now, Mother.

Well, you got what you wanted. I'm marrying a queen.

A queen that despises me, no less.

If that weren't bad enough, I'm being forced to partake in some

barbaric, Scottish

wedding ritual.

That doesn't matter. You are winning over the people.

Focus on what you came here to accomplish.

Power.

Or aren't you interested in that anymore?

Of course I'm interested.

Good... because important people

have gathered here for your wedding,

people that can make your every desire a reality.

All you need to do is listen to Mother.

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I can assure you, Cardinal Adomo,

Queen Mary has arranged for you to receive

the finest accommodations available during your stay.

Julian, see to it that Bernard is fed, will you?

Of course, Your Eminence.

Oh, my, hello, Greer.

Martin, what are you doing here?

I was invited to attend the royal wedding

by one of my Italian lady friends.

I accepted, hoping I would find you here.

I thought you were with child.

I'm far from pregnant now... I had Rose months and months ago.

Rose?

- When do I meet her? - Meet her? Never. It's impossible.

Lady Greer, how goes the greeting of the wedding guests?

May I offer some assistance?

I'm fine. Thank you very much.

Now, if you don't mind, I have far more important things

to attend to right now than making small talk.

All right.

You have to leave now.

Not until I see my daughter.

Just this once.

Please, Greer.

My Lord, she is beautiful.

My child.

She's not your child, not according to the world.

I told you, the story is that my husband and I adopted her.

She is my daughter.

And more important to me than your foolish shame.

It's her shame I'm worried about, not mine.

Do you want her to grow up an outcast, illegitimate?

The lie gives her a chance at a good life, a marriage.

You can continue with your lie.

All I ask is to spend time with her when I'm in Scotland.

I can't risk it. I'm sorry.

If you love her, you'll know that I'm doing this

to protect her, and you'll do the same.

Any discomfort you may have,

I can assuage with medicinal herbs.

Thank you.

Lord Bothwell.

I'm surprised to see you at court.

You made it very clear that you didn't approve

- of my wedding to Darnley. - This isn't about Darnley.

It is, but it isn't.

You can't marry him.

I can't let you go through with it.

You don't have any choice in the matter.

And you have two choices.

That's what the man in the woods told us.

The prophecy he delivered.

You can choose love or an heir.

I know this sounds mad... we're barely acquainted...

but... what if I am the love he foretold?

Oh, you are mad.

- You believe the prophecy? - It doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

I feel something for you.

Something far deeper than a man who's just known a woman

for such a short time should.

I am not just a woman. Now, I am a queen.

And you want England's throne and you want peace,

and you want an heir that can unite both nations.

What if there are other ways to join England and Scotland?

Other children?

Children you can have with me.

- I can't do this. - Yes, you can.

Consider waiting.

Giving me a chance.

Giving yourself a chance at what we

- could have. - What we could have?

I don't even know what that could be.

- And given the pressure I am under... - I do.

My dear.

Don't worry.

I have figured out a way to get the funds needed

- in order to placate the nobles... - No, no, no, I can't.

As much as I might want to, I can't call off

this wedding to Darnley, because...

I'm pregnant with his child.

No one can know that you conceived before marriage,

even with the man you wed.

You will be disgraced.

And my child rendered a bastard,

ineligible to rule. Darnley can't know, either.

I believe he would use this as leverage against me.

He wants the Crown Matrimonial very badly.

You must never let him benefit from your death.

You must protect your crown

and your heir at all cost.

My heir.

Rizzio was right.

From the moment the physician told me,

that's all I could think about.

This is the child the prophecy foretold.

I am pregnant with Darnley's child.

And there's no backing out of this wedding now.

Oh, you're not going to yell at me again, are you?

Oh, James. I'm sorry I was terse with you earlier.

I was just a bit...

overwhelmed by the number of guests.

- I hope you can forgive me. - Of course I can.

That bejeweled man, do you know him?

Me? No. Oh, and can you tell Mary that all

of her wedding guests have been situated per her instructions?

I'm afraid I won't be seeing Mary this evening.

I'm on my way out to attend to...

official business.

You can update her tomorrow yourself

at the knotting game.

Oh, unfortunately, I won't be attending.

My daughter Rose isn't very welcome

in the royal nursery right now.

An adopted child of color isn't exactly a friendly sight

for some of the nobility.

Well, then I'll set them straight this instant,

nursery attendant and noble alike.

If they don't like it, they can leave this castle,

they can leave this country.

I'm sure Queen Mary would agree.

We won't allow you or Rose

to suffer any slight.

That's very kind,

but I don't want to cause a stir.

I'm very protective of Rose, and more at ease

keeping her by my side, just until things

at the castle return to normal.

Well, it's settled, then.

You'll bring Rose to the knotting game tomorrow,

and the three of us will have a grand time.

- The three of us? - Indeed.

Children adore me.

I won't take no for an answer.

Bishop takes pawn.

You're hanging your bishop.

Elizabeth, you...

you don't have to throw the match to make me feel better.

I am doing no such thing.

We don't have time for games right now.

There are far more immediate concerns for you and I

to discuss.

The impending marriage of the queen of Scots for one.

I mean, every world leader from around the globe

is attending the royal wedding in some capacity.

With the queen of Scots wed to Lord Darnley

and my position more tenuous than ever,

what's to prevent them from joining forces and invading?

What will happen to me?

I will protect you

from forces like Spain.

I will not allow my queen and my friend

to be undone.

I love you.

More than I knew possible.

You are everything to me.

Lord Moray.

Reverend Knox has been spotted heading for the home

of Widow Jameson.

Appears he plans to attend her husband's wake.

I told you, I had my men tailing him.

I'll leave, we've time.

I don't.

I'm supposed to be at that wake.

If my husband doesn't find me there,

- he'll question my whereabouts. - Go now.

Once you're at a safe distance,

I'll slip out the back to avoid

being seen by anyone.

Did you find what you came for?

I'm afraid Knox's plans

are even deadlier than I thought.

He's been corresponding

with Lady Keira's widower.

Informing Lord White that his late wife

was having an affair with Lord Darnley.

Knox advised White

on the perfect opportunity

to avenge his wife's honor.

A secret meeting tomorrow.

Meaning Darnley will be unprotected

and away from the castle.

Information likely gained from Knox's spies.

Lord White is en route to Scotland

to murder the future king before Mary can wed him.

Our best hope is to try and stop him at the border.

Unless we're already too late.

The next thing I know,

I'm begging a seven-year-old duke to spare my life.

Never embark on a business venture

with a partner who's yet to be weaned, eh?

Shouldn't the knotting game have been begun already?

I'll see what's holding us up.

This party is for Darnley, too.

I can't believe he won't show.

You said he's gone hunting?

Yes, and he's slipped his guards.

Guards for his protection?

Or to keep an eye on him?

He lies, cheats, he grasps for power.

What better time to do that than when leaders from

around the world are gathered here?

He also drinks excessively.

So, yes, I keep an eye on him,

and, to be honest, he could be... anywhere.

And James, has he returned from...

his sojourn with Lady Knox?

No, it is odd. With both Darnley

and my brother missing, I can't help but fear

there's some plot afoot.

Someone is here to speak with you.

Oh.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty.

Mary, please.

I told you, I don't let my friends

stand on ceremony.

Ah, Catherine de Medici,

David Rizzio.

Oh, my.

What an honor.

You are

revered at home.

Mary has told me many wonderful things about you.

You're too kind.

I'm not, truly.

Mary, the guests are beginning to get a little restless.

If I'm right to suspect that Lord Darnley's absence

is the cause for delay,

might I suggest beginning the game without him.

You don't think he'll be missed?

No one gives a damn about the groom.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the rules of the knotting game are simple.

Follow your chosen thread through to its end.

Your journey will not be obvious.

Fate's twists and turns may surprise you.

But those who prevail

will find their fortune in a sweet reward.

Enjoy the game.

Oh!

Excuse me.

No one has seen Darnley since this morning.

What if Lord White has already done him harm?

White never made it into Scotland.

I stopped him at one of the border crossings

just before dawn.

Your marriage to Darnley,

if you still want it, is safe from Knox.

And what about this secret meeting in the letter

that Darnley was supposed to attend?

Lord White knew little.

We saved your fiancé's life,

but there's no telling where Darnley is right now

or what he's up to.

I think I know who can.

Darnley's mother.

She's cunning, Mary; you'll get little from her.

But I know who will.

Now it's my turn to apologize.

I promised I would help you with Rose,

and I'm sorry I was detained.

Don't worry yourself; we've had loads of fun watching.

Well, it's even more fun to play.

Here, I got us a string.

But the game's almost finished.

Then we should stop wasting time and get to it.

I don't believe that we've met.

Lady Lennox, isn't it?

And you're Catherine de Medici.

Well, I'm so glad to finally make your acquaintance.

After all, we have much in common.

Both mothers of kings, soon enough.

I meant great affection for Mary, Queen of Scots.

Though, as to our sons, I suppose

king consort is

a kind of king.

I hear the same about young Charles,

a "special" kind of king.

Lover of nature, they say.

Something about nocturnal outings

and, uh, missing children.

I've learned not to put much stock in what "they" say.

Just today, I heard that your son,

well, he's been greeted with skepticism

from the established royal families.

It's a shame so few are willing

to accept a royal... upstart.

I do hope that Lord Darnley is receiving the proper

level of respect.

Welcomed with open arms.

And my dear

daughter, Leeza, she's the queen of Spain,

hopes you don't take her lack of attendance as a slight.

She sent a full dining set of pure gold

with her personal apologies.

The gifts are always so telling, aren't they?

Francis and Mary received

50 white stallions from the Portuguese royal family.

Nearly a hundred just arrived.

And King Sigmund of Poland, he couldn't make it?

He sent the crown prince in his stead.

- The archduke of Lithuania? - He's here.

And the Vatican? Have they welcomed your son?

Well, the...

I hear that Adomo hasn't been seen since this morning.

Much like Lord Darnley.

Perhaps they ran into each other.

Together, as we speak.

I, uh, don't believe, um...

There's no accounting for

coincidence of course, but, uh...

Uh...

I really should get back to the game.

Again, it's lovely to meet you.

Darnley is meeting behind your back with the Vatican...

Cardinal Adomo, to be precise.

Where is yet to be discerned.

You left your cake, Queen Mary.

I, uh... I'm terribly sorry.

I couldn't help but overhear your exchange.

I can find out where Darnley is meeting with Adomo.

How?

Are you...

close with the cardinal?

Perhaps someone in the cardinal's retinue?

You're good.

I never judge.

Who are you sleeping with?

Adomo's secretary, Father Julian.

He handles all the cardinal's correspondence.

I have a key to his chamber.

I can find any correspondence he's had about the meeting.

Good.

David.

What you propose to do is very dangerous.

There's so much that I don't understand

about how I ended up here.

But I know that I am meant to help you, Mary, Queen of Scots.

Perhaps it's your friend Sebastian's

fearless devotion coming through.

All I know is that I am blessed...

to have the loyalty you have placed in me.

What are you doing?

I'm watching the game.

No, you're watching Lady Greer.

And I saw you speaking with her earlier, as well.

Your conversation seemed to upset her. Why is that?

She was more startled than upset.

We met in France.

You met before?

My appearance here was a bit of a shock.

But I assure you, I mean no harm to Greer,

or your relationship with her.

Greer and I? No. We-we are not...

My mistake.

If you'll excuse me.

Wait.

You're Rose's father.

Please...

you mustn't tell anyone.

That's why Greer was so upset to see me here.

Worried someone might find out, and Rose would be called a...

A bastard?

Don't worry. Heard it too many times to be offended.

You're the queen's half-brother.

I am.

James, Earl of Moray.

All right, then, James.

I've got a deal for you.

If you'll help me with Greer.

We must discuss your wife-to-be.

Ah.

Mary is in an unnatural position.

Women are not suited to rule.

It distorts their feminine virtues.

Hardens their temperaments.

Makes them unaccommodating and caustic.

Difficulties kings do not possess.

Which is why I was delighted to meet with you alone.

I'm a friend of the Church

who would like to be a better friend.

Unfortunately, my powers are limited.

Mary has denied me the Crown Matrimonial.

Mary's power is not in her crown.

It's in the loyalty of the Scottish nobles.

The Vatican is prepared to give you control

of its purse strings in Scotland,

allowing you to grow your power

and popularity.

You would funnel Vatican funds through me?

In time, your dear wife will bow to you,

Crown Matrimonial or not.

What is the meaning of this?

There is a carriage waiting to take you back to the castle.

You can leave this room on your feet,

or by force.

Choose.

With outbursts like this,

you risk losing the Vatican's support.

Is that what this is?

Support?

Because any discussions

on how the Church can best support my rule

should include me,

if you have business with my throne.

There will be repercussions.

Be that as it may, Scotland has one true ruler,

Mary, Queen of Scots,

daughter of James V,

crowned on her sixth day and appointed not by the Pope,

but the Almighty Himself.

It is my duty,

my God-given birthright and my crown.

And I will defend it

from anyone who attempts to take it.

I just saw Darnley return to court

with a substantial escort and a sullen expression.

I assume that means you were successful

in quashing his duplicity

with the piety peddlers.

But you don't seem very happy about that.

No. It's the Vatican.

Cardinal Adomo said there would be

repercussions for my interference.

I received this almost as soon as I arrived back.

The Vatican will not be helping sway the border towns,

which we need in order to take England.

Cardinal Adomo didn't call it outright retaliation, but...

No. Adomo knows not to implicate the Church

in undermining a rightful

Catholic monarch.

I know those towns are key

to your ambition for the English throne.

There are other ways to win them over.

Martin?

I don't know who you mean.

I know he's Rose's father.

And I realize that this is none of my business,

but I think you should consider

letting him spend time with her.

Unbelievable. Did he ask you to speak with me on the topic?

He did. He swore he wouldn't tell a soul who he is to you

if you'd consider allowing him into Rose's life.

I knew it.

You can't trust a pirate to keep a secret for one day.

And now he's blackmailing me.

I don't think his threat was serious.

In fact, he tried quite hard to keep your secret.

Greer, might you look at his arrival, his desire,

as an opportunity to allow Rose to share in his love?

He's clearly smitten with her.

He wants to be a father.

He wants to help in any way he can.

In fact, he offered to watch her during Mary's wedding

so that you can come to the reception banquet.

Rose's future is tenuous enough because of the color of her skin.

I can't hide that,

but I will do everything in my power

to ensure that no one finds out she was born out of wedlock,

just because my encounter with Martin

was born out of weakness.

Loneliness.

Oh, it was selfish

and stupid, and I won't let Rose pay for my mistakes.

Allowing Martin into Rose's life

only invites complications.

What happens when Rose is old enough

to wonder why Martin comes around?

I can't ask a child to keep that sort of secret.

Only you can decide what's best for Rose.

But you don't have to make those kinds of decisions right now.

Start with one night.

One party.

And don't let shame about your past cloud your future.

We all have things we're ashamed of, believe me.

But sometimes, great things come from our mistakes.

Rose is one of them.

And while her parentage may be complicated,

it could also make your lives richer in unexpected ways.

Sounds like your Bible students are all progressing nicely.

Indeed they are.

And what of Lord Moray?

Aren't you guiding his

study of the Holy Scriptures as well?

Is James a receptive pupil?

At times.

Though too often distracted by his court duties.

Why are we turning?

Isn't the orphanage north of the road?

We're not going to the orphanage anymore.

There's something I need you to see.

Pain follows all sin.

It is the consequence of wickedness,

the price of adultery.

Even as a witness, her atonement hurts to see.

Do you feel it?

Her pain?

A man named Lord White was stopped at the border today.

His arrival was a carefully guarded secret.

But James learned of his crossing.

Lord Moray and Mary

have developed an uncanny... nearly preternatural...

ability to undermine me.

First, she arrived at the harvest festival

on the very day I chose to speak.

Later, nobles who listened to my counsel

found themselves cast out of Mary's inner circle.

My secret couriers were apprehended

more and more often.

A pattern was forming.

So I had our home watched.

You betrayed me, Emily.

You betrayed our marriage

with Lord James.

You can't hide the truth any longer.

Don't do this.

I should make you suffer the consequences,

but I can't.

I love you far too much.

James drew you in with lies and used you

to his own ends to spy on me.

He used you.

He never loved you.

You must stand before God.

- No. - Take off your shoes and dress.

I can spare you the humiliation of suffering before men,

but God's divine justice

must be exacted.

And you will leave me with nothing?

Naked?

Where will I go?

I do not know.

But you will go there...

in shame.

Please, you must leave me be.

- Then you've made your choice. - I have.

You kissed like a woman who hadn't.

This isn't a game, Bothwell.

I know, Mary.

You feel something. I know you do.

It doesn't matter what I feel.

This time tomorrow, I will be wed, to Darnley.

You must stay away, or it could be the end of me.

I am not as strong as you believe me to be.

One misstep between us could spell

my destruction and that of everything I hold dear.

Oh, our family crests interwoven.

I did it on the boat.

You made this? Yourself?

You think that political manipulation and poisoning

are my only skills?

I'm really doing this.

You've fought hard for this achievement...

joining your line with Darnley's to claim the English throne.

There is much to gain from being wed.

Cherish it.

You may not love Darnley,

but you are surrounded by people who love you.

And you carry love within you.

There's a problem, Your Majesty.

Oh, my.

Spectacular.

Rizzio, what is it?

It's Darnley.

Why does everyone keep saying,

"Do you know what day it is?"

Monday? Tuesday?

I mean, what am I, someone's social secretary?

It's your wedding day. Hmm?

That's what everybody, including your valet,

who tried to pull you from the pub,

and your bride want you to remember.

Hello, lovely.

Ooh, lovelies.

All right.

You brought the coffee?

Yes.

Here. Drink this, please.

You gonna force me to drink that the same way that you forced me

out of that meeting?

It was humiliating.

I am an adult.

I can meet with the Church if I like,

and I can drink what I like as well.

Yeah, a good deal of whiskey would be my guess.

Just to get me through the wedding.

I'm surprised you're not drunk.

At least I get a crown out of the deal.

But why on earth, when I've betrayed you,

when you know that I love another,

when I blame you for her loss, do you still want to marry me?

Oh, right.

It's my blood claim to Elizabeth's throne.

Because of your determination to take England

before Elizabeth destroys you.

Off we go, then.

It doesn't have to be like this.

I want to forgive,

and I want forgiveness.

I want to start anew.

And I want to be a better man.

I do.

But what are the odds of that?

You don't have to do that.

Actually, I do.

Catherine likes the idea of people being ushered inside.

Also, I'd like to.

Wait.

I have to thank you.

Rose is with her father, and it's touching to see someone...

even someone as clueless

about obligations and family as Martin...

feel the love I feel for my flesh and blood.

I'm glad.

There's... something else.

As evidenced by my association with a pirate,

I've had a rather checkered past.

With men,

with love.

There were issues of station,

guilt or foolishness.

And while I love my daughter with all my heart,

I wouldn't undo any of it.

I can't help wishing

that at the right time, I'd met someone...

like you.

You say some of my lands are now a part of Scotland.

How many lands?

Half a dozen more than we thought possible.

They were disputable regions.

But they were English!

Until she married Darnley.

Get out!

Take your leave, Lord Blackburn.

No.

Damn your ego!

Insisting on having a son when you had me!

Your own flesh and blood.

My mother loved him.

And he turned his back on her.

Murdering her and slandering her.

Disowning

and disavowing me,

so that others could forever do the same.

So that they could turn to Mary,

the next surviving legitimate heir.

Elizabeth.

I feared that Mary's wedding would empower other nations.

But the threat is from my own people.

I have never felt more forsaken.

It is a portion of your empire.

A key portion!

She could invade!

If she does, she will not find you alone.

I am here, Elizabeth, at your side.

And I will not forsake you.

So it went well, then.

The wedding is a triumph for Mary.

Wasn't your lady friend upset she brought you

all this way and she had to attend alone?

I'll attend her in other ways.

How did it go with James?

It didn't go. There is no going.

And if it were to advance in any way,

that is not information I would share with you. You are...

Martin, is Rose wearing earrings?

Did you pierce my daughter's ears?

Our daughter.

And isn't she gorgeous?

I used ice. I did it quick as lightning.

She cried for a moment,

but then I held up a looking glass, and she liked it.

Liked it? She looks like a... like a fortune teller,

or a...

Noble girls do not have pierced ears.

Pirate babies do.

And she is half pirate.

I left some rubies and emeralds, a few diamonds.

They'll need to be cut down to size, settings forged.

That's a small fortune.

James was right.

Life will be richer in some very unexpected ways.

I can help the queen

with whatever she needs to ready her for her wedding night.

What is it?

The border towns have been swayed.

How?

Without the Vatican's support?

The gold and silver jewels and trinkets,

all the wedding gifts you received.

At first, I thought I would need to use them

to placate the nobles,

in the event that the wedding didn't happen.

But once it did,

I had them melted down and delivered en masse.

To the border.

A gift from their queen.

Catherine, you are brilliant.

Not as brilliant as you,

as your wedding to Darnley...

an unworthy husband,

to be sure, but the right man to wed.

Nearly a dozen more English towns

have turned.

Turned? To Scotland?

They have declared themselves part of your kingdom.

You have drawn the might of Catholic nations

to your side, even as you have

sown tolerance.

And in taking a king,

you have given the people the promise of an heir,

stability, something even

Elizabeth's staunchest supporters

now no longer believe she will provide.

Still, I can't believe it.

More than a dozen towns turned so fast.

People love you, Mary.

You have earned their love

from the moment you have returned home.

And now we must say good-bye.

The people have gathered

along the corridor to your chambers.

Darnley went there directly.

I heard.

Because I am queen,

I could dismiss the viewing of the consummation.

And there won't be one.

You and I both know there's no need.

God willing, I will never have to lay with that man again.

Understood.

Make an excuse tonight and feign illness tomorrow

and then embark on trips away from court.

And when you return,

tell him you're pregnant, making sex out of the question.

But, Mary, you cannot live the life of a nun.

As you said, I will have love in my life.

Being a mother, a queen...

it will be more than enough.

It isn't.

Take it from me.

And even in my youth,

my heart didn't beat as strongly as yours.

It will drive you to seek the love of another,

beyond the affection you bear your child.

Be careful.

The Vatican's man.

Wouldn't the Pope be proud.

Bothwell.

Please, no.

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