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Madame de Clermont? I am Benjamin Fuchs.

-Stop screaming! -No!

I've located a letter written by Edward Kelley.

It proves your theory that he tore three of its pages out.

Kelley bequeathed a single page to each of the three species.

Rebecca... What are you trying to tell us?

-Sarah. -Rebecca...

A witch born to daemons.

If this is true, the witches will want the child.

But there is something else.

I'm pregnant.

We have to get back to our own time as soon as we can.

What about Jack?

To return to your own time, you need to complete your training.

You are a weaver, a maker of spells.

Your father was one.

Guardians of the elements, I call you.

He was a timewalker.

Now he's in a past life.

We are the last of the weavers now.

Which color shines brightest?

Abundance.

Very good. And these three stars make the hat.

-And these four make a little plough. -Yes.

Let's do other con...

-Con... Const... -Constellations.

Well, that's Cassiopeia.

She was a queen of a mythical kingdom. Look.

The stars are in the shape of the letter W.

-Brightening the sky. -Mm-hmm.

With the knot of eight, the spell will wait.

Ah, sense the ninth.

-The plough, there! -Yes.

And look, there's the dragon's tail,

where the gods threw him into the sky

and his tail twisted and froze.

And look, Cassiopeia is still clinging to her throne.

Stargazing in London.

Now that's magic.

A knot about completion is never easy.

Still, you're almost there.

Sorry.

Diana?

Another weaver has arrived in London.

I felt their presence.

I thought we're the only ones left.

We will wait until they make themselves known.

Their arrival here will be no accident.

-Hi, are you Agatha? -Agatha Wilson.

-This is my family. -Welcome. Sarah Bishop.

So good to see you again.

-Congratulations. -Agatha Wilson.

I can't tell you how much we appreciate this.

Let's get everyone inside.

That way.

It's not too late to turn back.

Being with me, it might be dangerous.

Whatever's coming, I'm ready.

There's a whole world out there. And I wanna see it all.

This, it's a privilege.

I hope you don't mind two more.

The chateau feels alive again.

Marthe's loving every minute.

This is Phoebe Taylor, my partner.

-Miss Taylor. -Uh, call me Phoebe.

Marcus has told me so much about you.

It's a real honor to meet you.

Well, I hope I don't disappoint.

I wanna get Jack a new book.

-Of course. -Hello.

My lady.

That's strange.

-I smell coffee. -No.

Coffee won't arrive for decades.

Timewalker, Diana.

-Who are you? -Dad?

Diana?

You... You look just the same.

You were riding a tricycle two days ago.

I think we all need this.

So you're the vampire Rebecca saw in her visions.

-Is this where you met? -No.

I brought Matthew with me.

You're a good timewalker then.

Any progress with the ninth knot?

Goody says it can't be rushed.

Are you looking for these?

-That's where I left 'em. -You left them on the floor

and Francoise nearly slipped down the stairs.

Off you go.

How long has he been with you?

Forgive me, Stephen, but why are you here?

I'm an anthropologist. I'm here to observe.

And to look for something. An alchemical book.

Ashmole 782.

We have it.

It won't let me read it.

Maybe because three pages have been ripped out.

There's a strange image of the Tree of Life.

One of two dragons shedding their blood.

And then the page that was sent to Diana.

It's postmarked from Jerusalem.

Arrived out of the blue. Jewish witches, we presume.

Rabbi Loew.

It is possible, I suppose.

Maybe he got the page from Kelley and he kept it safe for you.

I'd always assumed if I found it in this time,

the text wouldn't be hidden, and I'd be able to study it.

Shame you can't read it.

There are other ways.

The vellum is made from the skin of creatures.

The DNA that it contains could hold many answers.

Its importance goes beyond mere research.

Powerful creatures are looking for it.

Including a witch from the Congregation.

Peter Knox.

Well, well, well...

I hope he doesn't know there's dark magic in it.

Peter's obsessed with the dark arts.

Sooner or later, the witch baby will be placed

with their own kind.

But our priority has to be

the missing pages from the Book of Life.

Ysabeau de Clermont knows something, but she's refusing to cooperate.

None of my contacts are aware of the witch's page.

It's possible that Diana Bishop's aunts

already have it.

But they've gone to ground.

I have reason to believe they're being sheltered

at Salvatore.

Sadly, Ysabeau's stance on witches has softened considerably.

Then they must be removed.

The de Clermonts won't give them up easily.

It would take a powerful witch

to get close.

I'm not your hunting dog, Gerbert.

Fetch.

How did you think you could keep this going?

You've stayed too long.

Adopted a child and stolen a book from the Hapsburg emperor.

-I was here before, Stephen. -I'm aware of that, Matthew.

Yes... We screwed up.

You broke the rules of timewalking.

To observe, not participate.

You need to go.

And leave the book behind.

I intended to study the book in this time, not take it with me.

No. The book's coming with us. We need to find the missing pages.

And analyze it. As a biochemist, I need to...

I don't care if you're Charles Darwin.

You can't timewalk with a powerful object you don't understand.

You've already messed with history.

You won't find your answers here.

The book stays.

Peter Knox is getting out of hand. He stalked Diana,

intimidated the Madison Coven and now he's threatening babies.

I mean, can't the Congregation do something?

I know how they work. They'll have a debate,

take his side and full segregation of the species.

Sooner or later, they're gonna come for Margaret.

When Matthew and Diana come back, they're gonna come for them too.

The only way that everyone can be safe

is if we repeal the covenant.

I'm not sure you fully comprehend what you're suggesting.

Philippe created the covenant centuries ago

and yeah, sure, no doubt there was a reason for it then.

But the world has changed.

Those same rules that were keeping us safe

are now pulling us apart.

Marcus is right.

Humans may be destructive, but at least they're inventive.