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Previously on Dwight in Shining Armor.

Macklynn?

Maybe you don't remember your childhood, your wedding day

or the day you were in the woods

because the memory thief was there at all those times.

We know who the memory thief is.

Mr. Hammond.

So, we're doing this again, are we?

Thanks so much for coming by.

I think we need to change our strategy.

We need professional help.

He said there was a way to steal our memories back,

when we knew the answer to this question.

Who's supposed to read this?

Who is the memory thief?

Hm.

We must see the Contrarian.

Oh.

Ah.

Good day, sir.

So glad we caught you.

Office hours end at five of the clock.

But this is most urgent.

If your face was on backwards,

that would be urgent.

Yes, yes, yes, it would.

You may call my assistant

for an appointment tomorrow.

Tomorrow might be too late.

Not for me.

We're all here now.

Can't we just get this thing over with?

I have to draw clear boundaries

and make time for myself or all I do is work

at expense of my work/life balance.

Balance?

You know what?

You're right.

You gotta take care of yourself

before you take care of other people.

I get that.

What?

But Sir Dwight.

But we can't just make our crisis, his crisis.

We know who the memory thief is.

Who?

Mr. Hammond.

Our history teacher, you know,

we'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Tomorrow may be too late.

Baldric/Gretta: Ah, ah.

Where is the memory thief now?

Woodside High.

You could confront and capture him there.

Yes, yes, that's what I said.

But only a fool would attempt that.

He would simply rob your memories yet again.

You need a forget-me-not.

A what?

A flower.

Looks like this.

It can be found in the woods growing in dappled sunlight

on the northern bank of the sulfur spring.

Yes, I know the place.

You think you do.

I do, I know, I know it.

There's the big sulfur spring which everyone knows of--

Yes.

and then there's the little sulfur spring

a good forty paces on.

Oh.

That's the one.

Okay, little sulfur spring,

got it.

Ah.

See that you pick the forget-me-nots

before sunset or they lose their potency.

Potency.

When you have the forget-me-nots in hand,

follow these instructions to steal your memories back.

Okay, so about a thousand years ago

there was this princess, Gretta, and she was in big trouble

'cause she had lots of enemies and not a lot of friends.

So, her court magician, Baldric cast the champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come,

break the spell with his kiss

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy never showed up.

Ah!

Instead,

they got me.

Ah!

Ow!

Oof.

Oh.

Is this the big sulfur pool

or the little sulfur pool.

Ho there!

Macklynn the Fox.

Uncle Henrik.

Well met, Highness.

Baldric.

Sir Dwight.

What news from your journey?

Did you find Aunt Ermingarde?

I did.

Our search for the memory thief yielded but one small clue.

See here.

This was painted on our wedding day.

Ermingarde kept it all these years.

You recognize me, of course and Ermingarde.

Oh, and there's the king.

My father.

And the queen.

My mother.

But, who's that?

He wears the crest of the House of Moondragon

but nobody seems to remember him.

That's--

Mr. Hammond.

You know him?

Our history teacher, but, not really.

He is the memory thief.

Come, we will confront and capture the villain.

No, we won't.

We've tried that.

But he just keeps stealing our memories.

We need forget-me-not flowers.

They grow by the little sulfur pool.

Ha!

Follow me.

Ah.

Oh.

Huzzah.

The forget-me-nots.

Okay, 32 minutes to sundown.

Get to picking people.

Okay, now what?

Uh, hm.

Immediately smell the forget-me-nots.

Oh.

Halt!

Do not immediately smell the forget-me-nots.

Oh, sorry.

Let me see if I can make this out.

Ugh,

a pox on that Contrarian and his impossible handwriting.

Yep.

First find the partridge

you wish to remember.

Partridge?

A, the person you wish to remember.

Oh!

Ah.

Ha, ha.

Yes, yes.

That's a relief.

Keep this person in sour tights.

Ew.

What?

No.

Let me see that.

Keep this person in your sight.

Ah.

Right you are.

Yes.

Then smell the forget-me-nots.

Mm.

Every memory you have of this partridge--

Person.

shall come back to you, and stay with you forever.

Oh.

A thoroughly achievable plan.

Yes.

I should go pick a few more for good measure

before the sun sets.

Ah.

Okay, so talk me through this again.

We find Mr. Hammond.

We keep him in our sights,

not in sour tights.

Mm.

We smell the forget-me-nots.

While looking at him.

And every memory we have of him shall return.

Oh.

And stay with us forever.

Baldric?

Baldric!

Hexela!

Oh, my sweet,

sweet,

darling.

My dearest.

I was looking everywhere for you.

Hexie.

Baldie-boo, Baldie-boo.

Hexie! Hexie!

Turn around!

Ha.

Ah, ha, ha.

Highness, look who I've,

is in the woods here,

in this wooded area we're in.

Hm?

Oh?

Well, well.

Hail... fellows.

Hail.

Hello.

So, uh, how was your trip?

My trip.

My trip?

Oh! Did you find what you sought?

I did!

Oh!

I know who cast the liven spell

on the stone soldiers.

It was her, Baldric.

Ragana.

Oh.

Ragana, Ragana, Ragana!

Hello, my sweet.

Let's get started.

See, it's like 8 o'clock.

Everybody's gone but the boy's volleyball team

in the gym.

Where else would the teacher be

but his schoolhouse?

What, you think teachers actually live here

at school?

Let's do the quick version.

I'm in a hurry.

'Tis he.

Yes, hi.

I'm the memory thief.

Good job.

You got me.

Again.

You work at a peasant school?

Ragana.

Oh, Hexie.

Mr. Hammond: You two know each other?

Oh, yes.

Hexela is one of my dearest and oldest friends,

isn't that right?

Oh, indeed.

What times we've had.

Oh.

Ha!

Now you're stuck, you pair of rascals!

Do something!

Don't tell me what to do!

Hexela--

Where on earth

did you learn a magnet maker spell?

From an old boyfriend.

Everyone comfy?

Let's have a chat.

I'm madly curious, love.

How did you do it?

Hexela, why, what on earth

are you talking about?

A liven spell is a powerful thing

and terribly expensive.

It usually costs the life of a witch,

and yet here you are, alive and squirming.

Hexela, you're such a rule follower!

Yes, I cast the liven spell,

and yes, it cost the life of a witch.

Do you remember our dear, old friend, Yetza?

She did beautifully.

You used Yetza,

a sister witch from our own coven for a spell?

Hexie, you are such a stuffy, little goodie-goodie.

Quickly, the forget-me-nots.

Oh, right, yep.

Everybody takes a whiff, just stare 'em down and

Uh.

Well?

Huh? What?

What do you remember?

Not, not, not much.

Let me try.

Hammond?

What do you remember?

This is Hammond.

The king's brother.

And your uncle.

We were friends as boys.

We were inseparable,

until your father became king.

Then Hammond changed.

He was angry, jealous...

Sweet heaven, it was you, Hammond.

What?

Hammond sold the king to the fairies.

Don't just lie there, get us off this floor.

I learned what he had done

and set out to warn the queen.

But Hammond met me in the woods.

How could you do it, Hammond?

To your own brother?

He's the one who got on the bad side

of the fairies.

What could they possibly give you

that was worth his blood?

I gave him the king,

and they gave me the power to be ruler of Rogemore.

What power?

Mr. Hammond: I'm still kinda getting the knack of it,

but it works like this.

Hail!

Henrik!

What brings you into the wood this day?

Hammond!

Ah, well met!

I am on a mission of great import

to warn the queen.

Indeed?

Of what danger?

To-- Uh, forgive me.

I haven't slept in two days, uh.

I must warn the queen that, that.

Mr. Hammond:

See! It's quite a bit of fun.

Why do you wear the king's ring?

Because it suits me far better than him.

What have you done?

Mr. Hammond: I sold the king to the fairies,

and they made me a memory thief.

Why have you told me this?

Why not?

You won't remember.

I awoke in the woods with no memory of my life.

You took everything.

Just take a minute, buddy, okay?

Who's next?

Mr. Hammond: You're the only magician

in history to have ever built a scrying pool.

Surely, you remember how.

I remember...

how to build a scrying pool.

No. Baldric!

But you said it could never be done.

It can be done, and I have done it.

What's a scrying pool?

It's a pool of water like any other,

except this one allows a person to travel through time.

Oh, so just a pool of water totally not like any other.

It is expressly forbidden

for any magician to even attempt to build a scrying pool.

The consequences could be utter chaos.

Baldric.

You, of all magicians.

Why?

Because...

he killed...

Princess Gretta.

Gretta!

'Twas poisoned.

The work of someone within the castle.

But we never suspected it was him.

Majesty.

You are not safe here.

I won't leave her.

Whoever killed the princess

will want you dead next.

You staying here,

it will not undo what has been done.

Then what will?

Baldric, you are the greatest magician

of our time.

You must know a way.

There must be a way to bring her back to me.

There is a way.

It is forbidden.

Full of peril.

There will be consequences.

Yes!

Whatever it is.

It will alter the past in ways we cannot predict.

So be it.

Bring her back to me.

I will try.

I am coming, Princess.

♪ And they all ate him up, yum, yum, yum. ♪

♪ And the boar was no more, no more. ♪

♪ And they all ate him up.

I am coming, Princess.

♪ And they all ate him up, yum, yum, yum. ♪

♪ And the boar was no more, no more. ♪

♪ And they all ate him up, yum, yum, yum. ♪

Princess.

What's amiss, Baldric?

Majesty, I have come at your command

to change what is to happen today.

I don't understand.

We must run.

Now!

Quick!

Quickly.

Your Majesty.

Get down!

Ah!

Yah.

Ragana?

Hello there, darling,

it's been ages.

And you're still as handsome as ever.

Don't move!

What are you doing here?

Mr. Hammond: She's with me.

I should have known.

Mr. Hammond: You did.

Several times.

You just don't remember.

You did this!

It was you!

All this time it was YOU!

Mr. Hammond: Ragana!

Do something, now!

Don't boss me!

I do what I like when I like!

Baldric, what happened?

Sir Dwight.

Uncle Hammond.

Hello, sweetheart.

Rashtala!

Mr. Hammond: Get the girl!

To the sky!

Princess!

You tried to kill a child?!

I did not try to kill a child.

I tried to turn her into an oak tree.

My mother shielded me.

Princess!

Rasha!

And Baldric cast a spell of his own.

It was supposed to save you.

Make you invincible.

Both spells struck the queen at once.

GRETTA!

Both took effect.

So your mom became a tree.

That is invincible.

Run!

Little Gretta: Baldric!

Majesty!

Princess!

Gretta.

Mr. Hammond:

I'm no match for him without my staff.

Mr. Hammond: Wait!

Baldric! Gretta!

Gretta, Gretta, Gretta.

Hey.

Mr. Hammond: Ragana!

What do we say, Hammond?

Mr. Hammond:

Ragana, please.

No, you don't!

Ah!

Ow!

Hey!

I fear we have not seen the last of them.

No, Hammond will never stop.

Will never yield until he is the ruler of Rogemore.

And with Ragana at his side.

We are no match for him.

I will away at once, to bring allies to our cause.

Courage, Princess.

You are the ruler of Rogemore.

Like your mother and father before.

We will not fail you.