Original subtitles

Father gabriel: Have mercy...

Father jerome: Father gabriel, he didn't return from morning prayer.

Mathilde: Previously on barkskins...

(grunts).

Mathilde: A wise man would run mr. Cooke out of wobik.

Put things to order before it is hung on your head.

Bouchard: I hereby exercise the power of the crown.

Confess your hand in the murder of the innkeep!

Cooke: Take the boy into the woods.

He must not return.

Duquet: You can't go back to wobik.

I'm giving you a chance.

Hamish: A mr. Elisha cooke in wobik says that he and randall cross

Had a plan to stir the iroquois against some french settlers.

Captain wale: Mr. Cooke is well acquainted with the

Hudson bay company.

The orders were to weaken the french hold.

Cooke is not our only asset in the region.

Bill selby is about.

Melissande: You have a housekeeper?

Trepagny: She may test you, she may throw curses at you.

Melissande: Then you must put her in her place.

Herve: You will need a man, mathilde.

Better you see that now.

Mathilde: No!

I do not need a man.

(grunts).

Us girls will make do.

(sighs, grunting).

(sighs, grunting).

Man: God have mercy.

Mathilde: Renardette...

Renardette?

(breathes heavily, exhales).

Renardette. Renardette.

(indistinct chatter).

(horse whinnies).

Mathilde: Don't be afraid.

Nothing to worry about, huh.

Nothing to worry about...

I have you.

Renardette: Safe...?

(exhales).

Mathilde: Did you nick yourself?

Renardette: Yes.

Mathilde: Where did you spend the night?

Did you try to go home?

Were you looking for your family?

Renardette: No. They are gone...

Because of me...

I'm marked by the devil...

Mathilde: Oh, you are not to blame for the misfortunes of your family.

Renardette: Why are you not afraid?

Mathilde: Afraid? Of what?

Renardette: Me.

(laughs).

Mathilde: It takes a lot more than a little fox to

Rattle me, my dear.

I will make the bed for you.

Upstairs with me. Hm?

Under the window.

Would you like that?

Renardette: Yes...

Mathilde: There are men about with designs to harm you.

But your home is here now.

I will keep you safe.

Trepagny: Monsieur sel.

♪ ♪

(tapping).

(digging).

Cooke: Do not abandon me now, louise.

I would rise back up to meet your expectations of me.

Duquet: Would you like some water?

I can fetch some.

Cooke: No, I have, uh... I have another need.

Before my vision yellows.

Duquet: Oh.

(sighs).

Cooke: Would you look away at the least?

I'm having difficulty summoning it forth.

Duquet: Pardon me.

(gasps).

(grunts).

Cooke: I am finished.

Duquet: What will you do after?

(groans).

Cooke: A bath. A proper meal.

And a cup of tea.

And then I shall uncover the identity of my betrayer.

Bonjour, mathilde.

What is this?

Have you something to say to me?

(retches).

Mathilde: You poor, poor englishman.

What would your wife louise say?

Cooke: I am a flawed man, mathilde.

As are we all.

Now say your piece.

Mathilde: Would you like some sausage?

Cooke: The buttermilk was sufficient, mathilde.

What do you have to say?

Mathilde: I do not hold you responsible for the murder

Of my husband.

Gus was his own man.

Although, I am sure there is a line to be drawn as

You were his master.

But... What would be the point in drawing a line now?

How would that profit me?

The deed is done.

I am widowed.

Cooke: What is your ask?

Mathilde: I'm aware of your wish to speak to the girl

They found out by the creek...

Cooke: I have no such wish.

Mathilde: The intendant de fer is on his way from québec city.

The events at the creek will be of keen interest to the intendant.

You see, I know many things mister cooke...

Cooke: Well, that much is plain, mathilde.

Mathilde: So do not take me for a fool.

You wish to find the girl because she may have seen

Something you do not want reported.

Cooke: I remain blissfully ignorant of what you speak.

Mathilde: The yolk is hard.

It will stall in your throat.

Cooke: Mister duquet will take the egg.

Duquet: Why don't you ask mister cooke what it is you want?

Mathilde: Does this creature speak for you?

Cooke: Yes, in this he does.

Mathilde: Very well. The girl has come to me.

She is a poor and damaged thing.

I have taken her in and I wish to know that

She can come out safely into wobik.

Cooke: You suggest that I would harm a child?

Mathilde: I do not suggest what is in the heart of

Any man, mister cooke.

Especially one such as yourself.

I believe the girl was sent to me.

A small comfort from above during my time of grieving.

Surely you know of the black lake of grief.

Cooke: I do.

Mathilde: I have swum its icy depths once before.

I will not swim in it a third time.

Give me your word the girl will remain safe.

She saw nothing.

Of that, I am certain.

Cooke: Yes. I give you my word.

Mister duquet is my witness.

Duquet: No harm will come to her...

Melissande: You are mari, the housekeeper.

He has told me of you.

Some creatures must go back to the wild, it seems.

Mari: Monsieur trepagny smashes them with his stick at

Night and they know to stay away from our bed...

Melissande: He does have dominion over all.

As his wife, I will therefore need you to serve my needs.

Help me see to the house so that I may improve the estate

And have it well on the way to prospering so that our

Children may in turn enjoy the bounty of this land.

Mari: You will bear him no children.

Melissande: I am the lady of the house.

I steer the man.

In time, I will steer him any way I want.

To renovate, toss out old habits back into the forest

Where they belong...

There is my dear husband.

(kiss).

Trepagny: I was out searching for sel and I found something, mari.

These seem to have run away from my sanctum.

What do you know about this?

Mari: Nothing.

Trepagny: And monsieur sel?

He too has departed.

I go away for one day and my doma falls to disorder.

You saw nothing at all?

Melissande: As the housekeeper you should be aware of the

Comings and goings on the estate.

A dog could do better.

Trepagny: Perhaps you can discover what has happened

To monsieur sel.

I will speak alone with melissande.

Go on.

Melissande: I see now the arrangement you wish to

Design for yourself.

Trepagny: I have made no such designs, ma chérie.

(scoffs).

I wish to do only beautiful things in this doma,

And you will be my partner in this.

And as my partner, you will learn to look past my many

Flaws and I will look past your shortcomings,

Which I am sure are few.

Melissande: Mm.

Did you know that I sailed across an ocean and walked

Into the endless forest so that I could the correct man

To bestow my maidenhood on?

That is no small thing.

Trepagny: There are deeper bindings towards which

We must work.

The binding of the two into a one...

Melissande: There will be no more binding nor any more

Bedding until you tell me the truth.

(sighs).

Melissande: I gave it once. I may never give it again.

Trepagny: Which truth is this?

There are so many floating about.

Pluck one for me and I will tell it.

Melissande: Mari...

Trepagny: Yes...

Melissande: You have lain with her?

Trepagny: What would you have me do?

Melissande: You have given her a son?

Trepagny: Did she tell you that?

Melissande: No one need tell me a thing.

I have eyes. A brain.

They will know when you've gone to visit her cabin and

When you have not...

We will have a proper wedding ceremony.

I will wear a special dress.

There will be dancing.

Trepagny: Yes, of course.

We will have a wonderful ceremony.

Melissande: Now I am brimming with ideas on

How to improve the doma.

You spoke true of its beauty but it must be tamed.

Trepagny: Not everything will lay down for you, melissande.

This is my doma and as its master,

I must stride it with vigor and authority.

Melissande: You may stride any way you like with as

Much vigor as you may muster, but you visit mari's cabin

At your own peril.

Mother sabrine: You understand you will not have another fille.

Pierre: I do.

Mother sabrine: Is this your wish, child?

Pierre: Yes it is.

Mother sabrine: I asked delphine.

Delphine: Yes. We were unable to make a worthy match.

(sniffs).

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter).

Bouchard: Ah, intendant de fer.

(chuckles).

Welcome to wobik.

You'll see that all has been put to order since the recent unrest.

De fer: We're all aware of the troubles,

Captain bouchard.

And my goal is to get to the root of them,

And see they don't boil over.

Sulze: And that the intendant's seigneury doesn't

Fall to the english.

Or the bloody savages.

Bouchard: The unrest has been contained.

(grunts).

(panting).

(panting).

Gasquet: I was attacked by a little savage.

(clears throat).

(splashing).

(speaking mohawk).

(speaking mohawk).

Gay bill: What are you going on about ratahsénthos?

The old chief three trees story.

That's a good one.

Savage bastard.

It was a good day for all of us when he croaked off.

Ratahsénthos: What do you want?

Gay bill: Heard about your troubles,

So I thought I'd travel over, have a look.

What's this?

You got a live french I see.

René: Please, help me...

Gay bill: It's okay, lad.

Ratahsénthos, he's, he's usually quick with the killing part.

You from wobik?

René: I am monsieur trepagny's.

He will come for me.

Gay bill: Mad bastard.

He'll send a songbird, maybe.

If you get out of here alive, will you tell him

Gay bill says, "bonjour"?

(grunts).

René: You must help me.

Help me.

Gay bill: I wish a choir of angels sing you into the blackness.

Ratahsénthos: The french down in wobik tied my brother to

The tree for days.

Gay bill: Your brother has been messing with the wrong

Sort, is what I hear.

Ratahsénthos: And I ask you again.

Why are you here?

Gay bill: Your father sent me to look on you.

Ratahsénthos: Tell my father I'm sending a message to the french.

René: Please!

He is a man of god!

Have mercy on him.

(laughs).

(thunder).

Trepagny: I come here to whisper to my god.

Melissande: So you worship a log?

Trepagny: How often have you knelt before the virgin mary?

(exhales).

Melissande: Too many times.

Trepagny: And what is the virgin mary but a carved log

Of a woman with paint?

Melissande: She is a symbol.

Trepagny: Ah. And so is this.

It is the riven soul.

The two halves forced apart and then grown back together

But the abyss remains.

Do you see?

Melissande: I see a, a rotten log.

Trepagny: Yes, this is also true.

One must always see the other.

For me, this is a place where a man might find his guidance

And some silence.

I have seen and heard many things in here.

Melissande: Good.

Then I shall have the rest of the house.

Trepagny: Yeah, of course.

(indistinct chatter).

Bouchard: Elisha cooke.

English.

Though married to a frenchwoman.

De fer: I'm aware to monsieur cooke.

Cooke: Monsieur de fer.

Bouchard: Hey, you have no right to address the intendant.

Monsieur de fer, mister cooke here conscripted iroquois in

The service of his bloody massacre.

De fer: What say you, monsieur cooke?

Cooke: It was rogue elements in my employ if there is blame

To be meted out.

There is an henri marth, he remains at large...

Bouchard: He has eluded capture, sir.

Cooke: I know not what happened by the creek but by

The blood of the saints it is the captain here who hung the

Bodies of the iroquois on display.

And those bodies will be answered...

Bouchard: Shut it, english.

De fer: Is this true?

Father jerome: Oh, yes.

Monsieur cooke tells the truth.

It was captain bouchard who put the iroquois on display.

And now your eminence, the iroquois have abducted one of

Our brothers from our mission.

Father gabriel...

Bouchard: Father gabriel was indifferent to his vows...

We do not know if he fell into the river or drowned any more

Than I do to blame phantom iroquois.

Father jerome: There is one way to know.

A parley with the iroquois.

Bouchard: And how do you propose we do this, father?

Father jerome: Claude trepagny.

His seigneury borders the wendat village.

He has the ear of the elders.

If there are iroquois in the area, they will know.

Better to entreat them and avoid further bloodshed.

Sulze: The iroquois are too large a force to confront with sabres.

Go see trepagny...

Bouchard: This is not a wise strategy,

Your eminence.

I saw what they did.

Those iroquois were dead when my myself and my deputies arrived.

I thought better these corpses serve as a warning to others.

De fer: You will entreat them with monsieur trepagny,

Captain bouchard.

Bouchard: As you wish.

Sulze: We will not have father gabriel be made a martyr.

Find trepagny.

Bouchard: And if he refuse?

Sulze: Remind him of a debt he owes the intendant.

De fer: You can release monsieur cooke.

His debt has been paid.

For now.

Cooke: Thank you.

I remain a loyal servant to wobik.

De fer: You're loyal to the coin and trade my seigneury provides.

I have a half a mind to put you on a boat down the river

So you can scrape and taint your fellow englishmen.

Cooke: I made no plot.

I give you my word.

De fer: Your word is shit, cooke.

Take your leave.

Bouchard: You'll be accompanying me on

This fool mission, father.

(groans).

Yvon: What is it?

Hamish: My new boots.

They're giving me blisters.

I need a minute.

(groans).

Yvon: We will need to be discreet in wobik.

You must not mince around with tender feet.

Hamish: I will have answers about randall.

Yvon: Cross is dead. That is your answer, hamish.

Hamish: My sister will need proof.

She is one for details.

Yvon: He died a hero.

That is what you tell her.

Hamish: She will not let randall go.

Not until she has a grave where she can mourn at.

(groans).

I regret this purchase.

Yvon: They will wear in smart and you will be thankful when

The snow comes to wobik.

Hamish: No, we will be gone before that.

Yvon: You heard the captain.

We are to solicit mister cooke and advance

The company's trade line.

Hamish: He ordered us to arm the iroquois.

No good will come of that.

Cooke: I have regained full possession of my faculties.

Duquet: I see, yes.

You have shown great courage in the face of their

Bald attempts to strip your holdings.

Cooke: I am exposed.

Duquet: Oh no, the, the release of your discharge in the,

In the square was hardly observed by anyone,

Least of all me.

Cooke: I'm not talking about my shit and piss, charles.

I'm talking about my standing.

My name and what it means within these walls.

The intendant may yet strip me of my cooperage and

Cast me out into the woods.

Duquet: I will position myself at the inn and

Gather intendant de fer's intentions...

Cooke: You will not.

You will be still and you will cease your preening.

I will captain the repair of my own reputation.

We must do something about your clothes.

Duquet: Well, of course, I, I will neaten them.

Cooke: There is no neatening those rags.

You need new ones.

The right jacket can smarten a man up,

Give him an edge in all things.

Duquet: I would like an edge.

Cooke: Is that all the beard you can muster?

Duquet: It is all that has ever come from neglect.

Cooke: Well, it is no beard at all.

My beard can sense another man's intentions.

It has barbules that poke out into the minds of others.

Duquet: It is a powerful beard, sir.

Cooke: That is a sorry beard.

Projects nothing but weakness and deception.

Duquet: Yes, sir.

Cooke: Now leave me, that I may speak with my wife.

I pray that she will look aside this day and think of

Me in a better light.

Mother sabrine: It can't be that bad.

Show me. Go on, child.

(sighs).

Delphine: It happened when I was 13...

Mother sabrine: There is no need to continue...

Delphine: I must tell it.

The ugly whole of it.

Please.

Mother sabrine: Go on then...

(sighs).

Delphine: When I was a child,

I caught the eye of a woodcutter.

He lived in a shack at the edge of the woods.

He was nice to me.

And one day he followed me into the lavender.

He grabbed me, he held me down...

He told me he loved me.

I kicked and I screamed.

I kept my virtue, and he put his knife to my stomach and

Made his mark.

The same mark that was on his logs.

And said that everyone would know I was his...

Only I don't remember...

(sniffles).

I don't remember any more except my heart in my throat

And my feet hitting the ground running as fast as I could.

And that's why I came here.

To start over.

To mother this new land, be forgiven.

To find a man who would understand,

Love me and be my husband.

Mother sabrine: Pierre gasquet is not that man...

(exhales).

Delphine: He will tell the town and it will be the same

For me as it were in France...

Mother sabrine: He will not.

I will speak to him.

In the meantime, you must find your place delphine.

Delphine: Here?

Mother sabrine: The vows are not for you, dear.

Good, simple work will find you.

Trepagny: Mari. Mari.

Mari: I have searched and there is no sign of rene sel.

Now you may search yourself but I am done being tasked.

Trepagny: He is not the kind of man to vacate his indenture.

Perhaps I took his measure wrong.

Mari: You took my measure wrong as well.

Trepagny: It is better we talk about this now.

And lance the wicked boil of jealousy and come to an

Arrangement that is suitable for us all.

Mari: There will be no arrangement.

Trepagny: In time, there must be.

Mari: You have brought your child bride to our doma.

I'm leaving this place.

Trepagny: You're leaving to where?

Mari: Wobik. The wendat. I don't know.

Trepagny: And do what?

Before you came here, you were welcome nowhere.

Do not take one step outside my doma unless you wish to

Feel the gloom of your former path.

Before I took you in and put clothes on your back.

And shared my doma with you.

And lent you the seed that bore my son.

You are here in this place because of me.

Never forget that.

Mari: He is our son...

Trepagny: Yes, and the only one it seems you are able to

Bring into this world for me.

And theo favors your wild heart and will slink back into

The woods the first chance he gets.

(slap).

Mari: Your child bride will bear you no children either.

Bouchard: Bonjour, monsieur trepagny...

Trepagny: Captain.

If you have come to lay some peace on my doma,

You have indeed arrived at the crucial moment.

All is in disarray.

Bouchard: It's... Not that, I can assure you.

Father jerome: We need your help, monsieur trepagny.

The iroquois have taken father gabriel...

Trepagny: And how is that my problem?

Trepagny: Yes...

Yes, I saw the tree of dead indians.

I knew the bill would come due for wobik.

Bouchard: It's the only way to deal with the savages.

Trepagny: Then why do you need me?

Go forth and slaughter, and hide behind your walls,

But do not enjoin me in your fool's mission.

I don't care what happens to wobik.

Father jerome: And what of father gabriel?

Trepagny: Another martyr.

The cost of collecting souls, I suppose.

I will pray for him, father.

I have problems of my own.

There is the matter of a proper ceremony for

My beautiful new bride, melissande.

And my man rene sel has, uh, run off when I was in town

Securing my new bride.

Bouchard: Perhaps you over tasked him.

This doma seems to eat men.

Trepagny: He is not the sort of man to shy from work.

Bouchard: Intendant de fer himself has asked that you

Parley with the wendat...

Trepagny: Oh... No, no, no, no, no...

Bouchard: To discover the whereabouts of the iroquois.

Trepagny: No!

Bouchard: He asked to convey the matter of a debt owed to him.

The debt of your doma.

Trepagny: Ah, yes, the debt.

That toad skull has a talent for twisting all into debt.

Father jerome: Will you help us or not?

Trepagny: I will take you to the wendat camp with no promises.

And that will be the end of my duty.

Father jerome: Thank you.

Trepagny: All right. We will make haste.

I must return to manage my affairs into some semblance of order.

Melissande: Will we be safe in your absence?

Trepagny: Yes, of course, ma chérie.

Melissande: If the iroquois come, how will we defend ourselves?

Bouchard: I will leave one of my deputies to watch over you, mademoiselle.

Trepagny: I will fetch my weapon and we will be off.

Gay bill: If you kill that priest,

You'll stir up the french.

They'll muster soldiers, send them against your father.

He'll be caught out.

Ratahsénthos: I am not my father.

Gay bill: I just want you to know the tinder before

You set a spark to it.

(grunts).

(grunts).

(grunts).

(exhales).

René: I have never harmed your people.

I could never... You're not even my own man.

Please... The priest is a servant.

He's a servant of god.

If that doesn't matter to you...

(panting).

(spits).

Then you don't matter to me.

(grunts).

Yvon: We have to follow orders, hamish.

You asked me to go to wobik to help find your brother-in-law.

Both of us sworn to the hudson's bay company.

I did that because I owe you one life.

Hamish: I do not see it that way.

Yvon: You saved my life, hamish.

And that debt is now squared.

Now we have orders. From our employer.

Hamish: The company is careful,

Plainly dressed, and quietly spoken.

That is its strength.

It does not act on brutality alone.

Yvon: It seems we work for different companies.

Hamish: I will not work with that man, cooke.

Yvon: You will do as the company commands,

As will I.

Hamish: I will not be made unclean in my dealings with cooke.

It's lafarge's boy...

We should take him back to town.

Yvon: How will that look to the french?

The same man who told a story of the boy's father

Being run through by a burnt giant.

Hamish: Hm...

Well, let us find a suitable tree and

Put him to rest under it...

Mother sabrine: You've done wonderfully with renardette.

Mathilde: The inn is her home now.

Isn't that right, renardette?

So what of miss langois' marriage to pierre gasquet?

Mother sabrine: It did not work out as we imagined.

Mathilde: I see...

Mother sabrine: I was hoping that there might be a place

For her here at the inn.

Mathilde: It is true, I am shorthanded since the loss of francis.

Mother sabrine: Delphine will earn her keep.

Mathilde: Delphine. Come here, child.

(laughs).

There is a surplus of stray men in wobik.

I am sure there will soon be a long line of suitors at the inn.

It will be good for business.

Delphine, do you want to work for me?

Delphine: Yes.

I would be grateful for the opportunity.

Mathilde: Good.

We will begin immediately.

There is a goose to be plucked.

And bread to be made. Come. I'll show you.

Cooke: It will do for now.

Duquet: I've not had such a jacket ever.

Cooke: You must wear it as though you have owned

Many such fine things.

Straighten your back so that you may look men in the eye

Until they give way.

You must summon your voice forth from your balls.

Every word sure-footed.

Let them think every handshake is a sacred pact.

That you are a man shot through with fairness.

To the core, a square dealer.

Duquet: I will try.

Cooke: You will prosper with little more than

Words and a handshake.

Duquet: I'm not fit for the grind of labor.

Cooke: No.

No, that is the province of a lower order of man.

The sort this town welcomes in abundance.

That is where you and I have an unfair advantage.

We are hawks in a pen of rabbits.

Do not forget that.

Duquet: I won't.

I will be sure to repay you for the jacket.

Cooke: The only outlay that you owe me is loyalty.

That as I draw you into my confidence,

You will not question what is asked of you.

Duquet: Yes, sir. Cooke: Good.

Then find me randall cross if he is to be found.

He has something of mine.

Duquet: He worked for the hudson's bay company.

Cooke: That's right.

Now I am off to show intendant de fer that I remain

Mercilessly in thrall to the rabbits of wobik.

Hamish: Lord.

Watch over this young man.

Forgive him for his trespasses

And receive him into your good grace...

Yvon: Young man.

You were an inconvenience in life,

And you've wasted our time yet again today.

We will keep no fire for you.

But let the light of your ancestors guide you

Back home to them.

Walk strong, and walk well upon the road to those that

Await your return back to spirit.

Are we done with the words?

Hamish: On this, yes.

I believe my brother-in-law yet lives.

I cannot simply put that aside, yvon.

Yvon: But you must.

Whether cross is dead or alive,

It doesn't matter anymore.

You work for the company.

Hamish: Not if that means consorting with the likes of cooke.

Yvon: I will tell you, there are far worse men that we

Shall meet in the company's employ.

Trepagny: My dear friend.

Häa'tatoyenhk: Your man isn't here, trepagny.

He's with the iroquois.

Likely dead.

The fat priest, too.

Trepagny: Are you certain?

He had no business with the iroquois,

Nor they with him.

I was always a friend to you.

That has been the way of things.

Can you help us retrieve our men?

(sighs).

Häa'tatoyenhk: I don't make that decision.

Trepagny: Then take me to her.

Pray my touch with women has not permanently deserted me.

Teyaronhïio': No.

The priest and your man are likely dead.

Trepagny: All I ask is for an escort to show us where they are.

Teyaronhïio': An escort for dead men?

Trepagny: My great fear is they are still alive.

Teyaronhïio': And I should risk my warriors?

The iroquois will do as they please.

And there is no benefit here for them.

Nor for us.

Trepagny: I have always kept my promise.

For years.

You shield me from them, I shield you from wobik.

The trade has been good for you.

The iroquois will not stop at a priest and an indentured man.

I humbly ask your assistance to recover innocent men from

The roil of barbarous torture or if they have passed,

That I might put them into a proper grave.

You would do the same.

Mathilde: Delphine.

(speaks french).

De fer: Oh. The brandy is excellent.

Mathilde: Ah.

(chuckles).

It's cognac.

De fer: Mmm.

Mathilde: From charente.

For our most esteemed guests.

De fer: Oh.

(indistinct chatter).

Sulze: Hudson's bay men.

And what do they swill?

Mathilde: They drink what I give them.

Though to their credit,

They did save renardette from the savages.

De fer: Mm. The crown tolerates englishmen who know their place.

Mathilde: Oh.

I am expert at keeping men in their place.

Do not test me, intendant.

(laughter).

De fer: Mm.

Cooke: Bonsoir, intendant.

May I sit with you a while that I may bend your ear?

De fer: Very well.

Do not think we are equals, monsieur cooke.

Cooke: Of course not.

I merely wish to point out

A number of our common interests.

De fer: No man is above punishment.

Cooke: Well, that is true.

Sulze: We could also have you let outside the walls

To trade with the savages.

Cooke: If you did, wobik would be the poorer for it.

That is plain truth.

De fer: What is also true is that you are

A blackhearted merchant.

Cooke: My barrels and the trade they create built wobik.

(scoffs).

De fer: Have you not prospered at all?

Cooke: But, of course.

I have.

And so may you.

De fer: Let's eat.

While I contemplate your use.

Herve: He was a little one as they go.

Jumped on my back.

Cut me up.

He was gone before I had time to gather my wits.

It was a dirty ambush.