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-They reckon you're a witch. -But you're not afraid.

You are a weaver, a maker of spells.

A word of caution: no one in London should be trusted with knowledge of you.

Are the witches turning against Her Majesty, Master Caldwell?

No. They're loyal.

Andrew Hubbard is a vampire who rules over the city of London.

Tom Caldwell has been caught in Cecil's web.

Any influence I may have won't be spent protecting your interests.

Or should I ask Philippe de Clermont for assistance?

You killed a man of mercy.

If I was truly merciful, he would be rowing himself down the Thames.

He was innocent.

There was no path where Tom survived and I could keep you safe.

Put this into the hand of Philippe de Clermont.

Perhaps you had reason to support the witches.

My loyalty and devotion to the Queen are steadfast.

I advise you to remember the punishment for traitors,

human or creature.

They'll be here to pick him up any minute.

You were right to call me. You'll send me the postmortem?

-Sure. -Make sure you do.

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Tom was an innocent child of God.

Master Caldwell's death was not my intention.

I laid him to rest with my own hands.

No human strength could have snapped his neck so cleanly.

Cecil had determined his guilt. I wished

to spare him from any further pain.

I have asked for God's forgiveness.

I am here...

I am here to ask for yours.

Matthew de Clairmont has come to beg.

His death truly weighs on you.

-Your witch has changed you. -She has nothing to do with this.

I doubt that very much.

If you let this matter rest,

I will inform my father of your magnanimity.

Philippe's gratitude is a rare currency.

I will consider

your plea.

Don't you like eels?

I like watching you eat them.

I'm sorry I'm not helping his table manners.

From the Countess of Pembroke.

Thank you.

Conducting experiments is much more thrilling

than reading about them.

Henry tells me you are searching for an old chemical book.

Yes. It's proving illusive.

Now add the aqua fortis.

Perhaps the Queen's astrologer can assist.

His library is remarkable. I've read many a book.

Thought John Dee had gone to the continent.

He has returned and is looking for patronage.

Mention my name.

-Dr. Dee can be amenable. -It seems so.

-Master Roydon. -Dr. Dee, may I present my wife, Diana.

She's a friend of the Countess of Pembroke

and shares her love of alchemy.

Well, any friend of the Countess is most welcome.

Thank you.

I've heard so much about your great collection, Dr. Dee.

My, new scryer, Robert Ainslie.

Forgive our disorder, we are overwhelmed with work.

My previous scryer abandoned me

in Bohemia.

Edward Kelly.

Yes, a man of great talent, but unsteady temperament.

Mmm.

Sigillum Dei.

The designs dictated by the angels, Mistress Roydon,

to aid me conversations with them.

I'm going to have a hell of a time getting you out of here.

Dr. Dee, might I browse your collection?

Well, as you wish.

It's my understanding, Doctor,

that you had a recent visit from the Queen

bestowed upon you.

Was she in excellent humor?

You seek a specific text?

An old book of alchemy

written in an unknown language.

What do you of its provenance?

Very little.

May have belonged to the magician Roger Bacon.

Dr. Dee does have such a book.

Acquired from Emperor Rudolf.

May I see it?

You can decipher the text?

No. No. My interest is...

...scholarly.

Unfortunately, this is not the book you seek.

I discovered it in my boxes on return from Bohemia.

But a treasured book was missing.

I believe Edward replaced it.

Tell me about the missing book.

It was a rare text, larger than this one.

It contained many mysteries

which Edward could understand with divine assistance.

Sir Kelly's remained in Bohemia?

Rudolf took great interest in both him and this book.

Edward said it contained a secret method

for obtaining immortality.

Well, perhaps I could help.

If you'll permit me to take this,

I can try to put it back to where it belongs.

and return your book to you.

I would be forever in your debt.

I'll have my assistant wrap it for you, sir.

Well done.

It must be Ashmole 782.

-Yes. -But how do we get it?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Shh, shh, shh. Jack, Jack, Jack, I'm here.

It's all right.

What was it this time? Can you tell me?

-Same as always. -Ah, the tall man.

But what if it comes back?

Well, then I will chase him away.

You're a part of our family now. You are safe from monsters here.

Hmm. I'll just be upstairs.

Being here...

Oh.

-Come to bed. -I know I had contact in Bohemia.

Couldn't we get the book ourselves?

There are witch trials spreading all across Europe.

Emperor Rudolf is dangerously unpredictable.

The book might as well be on Mars.

Is Jack okay?

I believe so.

I dread to think what that poor boy has been through.

You are so good with him.

I'm woefully out of practice.

We've hardly had a chance to adapt to being parents.

I've been doing what I must to keep us safe.

Go to bed.

You need to be well rested for tomorrow.

I will be here when you wake.

She will be safe with us, Master Roydon.

Word will be sent when she is finished.

I'll be okay.

I have asked my gathering to join us.

Their magical skill will help you train.

It's time to begin.

Regard the room with your witch's sight

and tell me what you see.

Threads of light.

That is the warp and weft

of all life in the cosmos made visible.

A weaver selects...

and shapes something new.

That is how a weaver creates new spells.

Each element has its own threads.

So, we must discover your element.

I bring air.

Marjorie, earth.

Lizzie, water.

And Catherine, fire.

Within the witches' circle,

we share with you our element of power.

All you have to do

is choose the thread that calls out to you the strongest.

The whole world is in your grasp, Diana.

Enough.

Enough.

Did... Did I do something wrong?

I wonder.

Ah, wipe your feet on that if you so wish.

Tell me, Kit,

what do you know about Bohemia?

Well, only that it's ruled by a madman.

Is that what's been occupying you?

The book is lost.

If I were you, I'd focus your attention on matters closer to home.

Do you mean Cecil?

Does he know about Diana?

The fact that you are married, or that she is a witch?

Lord Burghley likes to hide his true feelings

beneath a cloak of deception,

but he knows that you are not yourself.

Enough.

I think they are sufficiently pulverized.

Casting your first spell is difficult for any weaver.

You must be kinder to yourself, Diana.

The others probably don't even believe I am a weaver.

They've never met your like before.

Nor have I.

Most witches have one element in their blood,

and they only see the threads of those elements.

So it's easy for them to choose between them.

But you saw them all.

Why?

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