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My father has commanded me to return to Sept-Tours.

Matthew will need you. You must be his anchor.

Otherwise he may lose himself.

I wish I could prepare you for whatever is about to happen.

It's you I'm worried about.

When we lose someone we love, we'd give anything to have them back.

I'm looking forward to seeing Ysabeau in these times.

She won't be there. She spent most of this year in Trier.

At the witch trials?

Yet this is the woman that will accept me

into her family and give me her cherished ring.

You should have told me about your witch.

I love Matthew.

If this relationship truly meant something to you,

you would have consummated it.

I'm tolerating them under my roof and affording them my protection.

We don't need to play happy families.

There is a schism between us.

-In your time. -Don't.

Allow me to introduce Monsieur Andre Champier...

-Your memories, give them to me. -They're mine!

I said no!

Diana?

-Diana? -I'm okay.

-Yet you say nothing? -I did not summon the witch.

You allowed him into Sept-Tours. You risked Diana's life. Why?

I needed to be sure of her. She knows too many of our secrets.

And I do not take risks with my family.

And would you have stopped him from ripping out her memories?

Diana saved herself.

And now she'll have to live with the consequences. Won't she?

Lives will be lost because of your union.

And I don't expect him to be the last.

Dispose of it.

I don't care who you are. I will not be tested like that.

Where did you get this ring?

It was a gift from Ysabeau.

She would never bequeath that to anyone.

Let alone a witch.

Not...

Not as long as I lived.

No one is truly immortal, Father.

Not even you.

Diana!

You can't keep shutting me out.

I needed time to think.

If I didn't stop him,

he would have ripped out every last memory I have.

Without my memories, who would I be?

The thing is,

I wanted to kill him.

What am I becoming?

My dearest Ysabeau...

There's something wrong with the witches.

This room is off-limits.

I know. I'm sorry.

But something strange is happening.

-Strange how? -It's a faint vibration.

I've never felt anything like it.

Whatever it is, it's focused here, in this room.

These books

were one of Philippe's favorite hiding places.

For what?

Messages.

Check every inch of these horses and their tack.

-Going somewhere? -Yes. I have an errand to run

for Her Majesty in Bohemia.

Father, don't.

In coming to this time,

you have left Ysabeau alone to face your enemies.

Baldwin will ensure her safety.

To think that at this very moment she is hunting witches in Trier,

and yet in the future she has bequeathed her ring

to one of their own kind.

Perhaps she has evolved. Like me.

How long has she been without me?

I will not answer that.

How long have I been dead in your time?

I cannot answer that.

How long...

The slightest knowledge of what's to come could be dangerous.

It could affect future events. Future lives.

This newfound caution of yours

has blunted your technique. Where is your might?

Where is your thirst for blood?

Where is my Matthaios?

Good. He's still in there, then.

And yet it is shrouded in guilt and fear.

Come on. Come on.

Release him.

I stepped out of his shadow a long time ago.

And I will not be your pawn anymore.

Then prove it.

You should not be in here.

Philippe told me I was welcome to read his books.

This map, do you know what it is?

It is plotting the location of covens across Burgundy.

Madam De Clermont relies on these to guide her witch hunts.

-Is that where she is now? -No, madame.

This is the next witch hunt. These are her plans.

Please.

Matthaios!

Matthaios!

Stop. We are not finished yet.

-What is going on? -There's a fight outside.

What is it?

Your conscience is a handicap.

A weakness that has dulled your instincts.

Now, tell me!

Matthew!

-What have you done to him? -This is what we call a blood rage.

It is an affliction. A sickness of the vampire blood.

He does not belong to himself when the rage is upon him.

Oh... He is pure predator.

-Tell me how I died. -I cannot tell you.

I cannot.

I cannot tell you.

Then your conscience has the better of me.

I haven't lost control like that in a very...

Very long time.

I trained myself to hold the blood rage back.

Then I used your letters to try to understand it,

to try to...

Find a cure.

Darling...

It's Ysabeau who carries the honors.

Luckily, she's spared of its effects.

Louisa and I are not so fortunate.

This is why we can never be truly mated.

Do you really think

that I would ever walk away from you, my love?

After all we've been through?

This was but just a glimpse.

You have no idea what I'm capable of.

I'm a killer, Diana.

I have killed thousands. I was Philippe's weapon.

He used me to eradicate the disease.

He made you his assassin.

You provoked and humiliated your own son.

You exploited his pain.

And for what? To drive me away?

You needed to see the wolf behind the man.

If you are to have a future together,

you must accept every facet of him.

And Matthew must be freed of the guilt that he carries.

You did this for us?

Your union is forbidden

in your time, too, or you would not be here.

The two of you will face forces of great malevolence.

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