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Where better to hide from us
than in the past?

Where better to look
for The Book of Life?

Firstly, Diana is
in need of a teacher.

A witch.

Between us we can
find someone discreet.

Sophie?

You can keep your money.

I will have no part in this.

And the other matter?

We need to locate
a lost book.

An alchemical manuscript.

It has details of the origins
of the three creatures.

If it exists.

It exists.

I can't believe Christopher Marlowe
is a demon.

A witch.
If you spoke civilly to one,

I'd be concerned.
But, married?

You must see,
I need your help.

It's power like yours,
that's why

they're hunting
us in Scotland.

It's why even here

we have no peace from men
like your husband.

My father needed a spy
in the English court.

I fulfilled that need
and I did it very well.

Who do you answer to?
William Cecil?

Lord Burghley, yes.

We shall see how
this chaos of yours plays out.

Your methods of persuasion
have been sorely missed.

Being back here,
wearing the cloak of his old self...

it'll change him.

Do not, for one moment,
assume you know him.

Knox will find us here.
I can feel it.

The Coven will not tell Knox anything.

Mary Johnson always hated me.

I bet she snitched
right away.

None of them even know
where Diana

and Matthew have gone.

Yeah, and they could be dead
for all we know.

This page
is connected to Diana.

It must have
answers for us.

That book started
this whole nightmare.

Don't you want to know why?

They're dining
with us tonight?

You can't avoid
each other forever.

I believe we all prefer it that way.

I'm tolerating them under my roof

and affording them my protection.

We don't need
to play happy families.

Matthew would want you
to make them feel at home.

If he has evolved,
then so can we.

Are the witches
turning against Her Majesty?

No. They're loyal.

Give me the names

of your conspirators,
Master Caldwell.

But... I have none.

Make him talk.

(WIND CHIMES
CHIMING IN DISTANCE)

Mummo.

You returned at last.

You have suffered, Satu.

Your ancestors

didn't survive amongst
others either.

You taught me everything...

...but not who I am.

Why?

To protect you.

That's why I raised you here.

I don't want protection.

I want to learn.

I want to understand.

Then stay.

Become the Weaver
you were born to be.

I'm in a city
full of witches.

And I still can't find a teacher.

Have patience.

Master Roydon
is resourceful.

It should be a matter between
witches, Francoise.

We need to do things differently.

Find someone willing to help me.

They can't be
coerced or bribed.

Difficult.

Mistress Norman may have talked
to others of the...

...fruit incident.

I wonder if Mary knows
of any witches?

You would enjoy
Mary's company.

Is she a human?

A trusted one.

Her late brother
was a close friend.

She practices alchemy.

Fascinating woman.

Though prone to setting things alight.

Mary Sidney.

We'll pay her a visit.

Hal's right,
she could be a useful ally.

Meeting my heroes
hasn't been a wild success so far.

Mary Sidney
is nothing like Kit.

Mary?

Matthew!

I understand
you are a fellow student of alchemy.

Oh, I'm more an enthusiastic reader.

Diana is being far too modest.

She's an accomplished scholar, Mary.

You could assist me.

If your duties at home permit.

So many things get in the way of study.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

Still, you and I have an easier time
than most women do.

We have our books and the leisure

to indulge our passions,
thank God.

We women own nothing...

...save what lies between our ears.

Oh, no.

How on earth?

Quickly!

Oh. Must've slithered in
from the garden.

Yes, that'll be it.

What a nuisance.

I don't know how I...

It's all right. Mary.

We are in need of a witch.

As you can see,
it's quite urgent.

I know no witches.

I learned what you are

from my brother
as a child.

I understood it to be a fable.

That is how I would like
to keep it.

You would deny the truth

of creatures
like Diana and I?

We will trouble you no further.

Why can't we
go on as before?

Because I love Diana
and I want to see her secure.

I... I cannot help you with a witch.

But I gladly offer you my friendship.

And I mine.

A word of caution, Diana.

No one in London

should be trusted
with knowledge of you.

What is happening
in Scotland

is making people fearful.

Her Majesty is satisfied with
the events in Scotland?

The distractions
facing King James pleases her.

Good.

I am glad to hear it.

There was an omission, however,

in your statement.

The imprisonment of Agnes Sampson.

Oh...

One witch is much
like any other.

I didn't feel the need to specify
any of their names.

One cannot forget
your disdain for witches.

Still, torture of their leader
poses a risk.

English witches may turn against
Her Majesty.

Side with their people in the north.

England's witches assisted in repelling
the Armada.

Surely their loyalty
is above suspicion?

No one is above suspicion.

And, now, disturbing news
from Garlickhythe.

A minister questioned
one of his parishioners

about suspected witchcraft.

Shortly after, he fell ill.

This does not appear to be
a matter for us.

This witch,
Thomas Caldwell,

made threats
against the Crown

during his questioning.

It is against our covenant to meddle
in human affairs.

And, yet, here
you are, Roydon,

working for us.

Her Majesty has never shown displeasure
with my service.

You are greatly depended on,
of course.

Question this Tom Caldwell
at the Tower.

Find out what the witches are plotting.

Extract a confession
by any means necessary.

Yes, My Lord.

Master Roydon.

Welcome back to London.

I suggest you stay
where you are.

What do you want?

I've a message
from Father Hubbard.

Ah.

Well, deliver it.

He wants to see you.

You can tell Hubbard I'll visit

when it's convenient.

You'll visit tonight.

Before the clock tolls 7:00.

Bring your witch.

Send for Kit.
Tell him the summons came.

From Father Hubbard.

At once, Master Roydon.

Diana?

Andrew Hubbard
is a vampire

who rules over
the city of London.

How did the city become his?

Well...

The Black Death
arrived in 1348.

If you weren't already dead,

you were trying to flee
the city.

Except for one man,

a priest

named Father Hubbard. Now...

He cared for the sick

until he finally succumbed
to the illness.

At which point,
he dug himself a grave

and climbed in
"to wait for God."

When he climbed out again,

he apostatized
divine resurrection.

Someone made him a vampire.

No one claimed to.

So, the creatures
believed his story

and, from then until now,
he gathers up...

and helps the lost souls
of the city.

That sounds noble.

Hubbard controls them, too.

Or at least tries to.

Under no circumstances
are you allowed to let him taste your blood.

Why would I?

Because it's part of
his ritual of adoption.

He believes that it reveals

the content of their souls.

But reveals their secrets, too?

Yes.

Promise me.

Yes.

Matthew, why didn't you tell me this?

There is a treaty

between Hubbard and
the De Clermont family.

He stays out of our way,

and we stay out of his.

But I fall outside

your diplomatic immunity,
is that it?

It's one of the perils
of being a timespinner.

You know the future,

but forget the past.

You had better re-inhabit
your old life, my friend.

Before you get yourself killed.

Father, I give
my blood willingly,

that God may know my heart.

I accept your gift...

and vow to protect you
as my child.

God bless you.

Now, greet your kin.

You're late.

We have a problem.

We have several.

You have your hands upon someone
who doesn't belong to you.

And if you don't step back,
I'll tear this day to pieces...

Hubbard.

Leave us.

Monsieur de Clermont,

I permit your presence

because of my treaty with
your father, Philippe.

But you flout our customs.

Allow this witch to roam.

Then there's the marks.

Relationship between
a witch and a wearh is sin enough.

But this...

If the witches find you took blood
without consent,

you will be put to death.

If she gave it willingly,

then she will be cast out
of England.

Oh, fear not.

Once you are family,

I will protect you.

I do not answer to you,
nor does Diana.

Tell your flock
she belongs to you,

if it brings you comfort...

but you won't have her blood.

Then we are at an impasse.

- I fed Matthew willingly, Father.
- Diana.

Carry on.

Matthew was dying.

I forced him to take my blood

in order to save his life.

And...

He did so unwillingly?

It was my decision.

And I would make it again.

Yes...

God accepts
your act of mercy.

But know this,

nothing happens in London
without my blessing.

God is watching you both.

Diana.

I was buying us time.

That was reckless.

But...

...also brilliant.

Let's get you home.

Amen.

Amen.

Is God listening?

I never know.

Do you know, in all the madness
of the arrival...

I missed All Soul's Day.

Let us have fun.

You've forgotten the other side
of Matthew Roydon.

Let me guess.

You shall require a loan.

I need to talk to her.

Alone.

Mistress Norman.

Please...

It was wrong to force you
to our home.

But I need you.

I invite you to come.

Master Roydon is out.

Get the contents of this egg

into that bowl,
without using your hands.

I... I...

Can we do a different one?

I don't know that spell.

If your power is too weak,
then no witch can help you.

Magic is desire made real.

I'll speak to Goody Alsop.

She's your head of coven?

She is England's
most powerful witch.

- Yes.
- Please.

Matthew?

I give up ever so gracefully.

Hm. It's just you and I.

Indeed.

The shirt off his back.

- Voila.
- Fair bet.

- Very well.
- Oh, a raise.

A big raise.

I have nothing left.

Your earring, if you please.

Oh, Kit.

I mean, it's a thing
of beauty.

Oh...

One, two, three...

Fine hand!
Good hand, Kit.

You are a cheater.

I find that very offensive.

Gift?

I chose it especially.

How very thoughtful.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Oh, leave him his shirt, Kit.

Oh. See, now you look like
Matthew Roydon.

Hm.

Gentlemen.

Ah, Peckham.

Are you lost?

What news of
Thomas Caldwell's interrogation?

It's ongoing.
- It has not begun.

And what does a Whitehall clerk
know of my methods?

I know you've not set foot
in the Tower.

I'm allowing my prisoner
time to fear.

The potent power of
the imagination, Peckham.

Do not test Lord Burghley's patience.

Do not test mine.

Thank you.

Tell me of your future life.

No, Kit, it isn't wise.

Do you still write verse?

Not for 70 years or more.

Read philosophy?

More science, now.

- Science.
- Mm.

Our chemical processes.

As it evolved.

We have a greater understanding
of the physical and natural world.

So, what questions press you?

The same ones
that always have,

to know why I'm here.

But the future hasn't answered?

I doubt if it ever will.

What about my work?

Is it still read?

You will not draw me
on your future, Kit.

That way madness lies.

Maddening visions
are a part of my nature.

No man should ever
know their fate.

And yet you know mine.

I must go.

To the Tower,
if you have sense.

Whatever you feel now
about witches...

do not ignore Cecil's orders.

I'll come with you!

Get your coat.

Jack seems to be
settling in well.

Glad to hear it.

Hm.

Why do you have this?

A minister in London
questioned a witch,

a man named
Thomas Caldwell.

I'm reading the testimonies.

He used the
Malleus Maleficarum?

Mm-hm.

These questions were used
to trap the innocent.

Thousands of people
were killed this way.

Fortunately, Cecil isn't bloodthirsty
on that score.

Why interrogate a creature
if he knows they exist?

The Queen fears that England's witches
will turn against her.

And unfortunately,
very unfortunately,

under duress, Thomas said some
very foolish things about the crown.

Treason.

But that's a death sentence.

Mm-hm.

Mary was right.

I know what you're thinking, Diana.

I wouldn't have brought you here
if witch hunts were going to break out.

Thank you.

It's 20 years before
the Lancashire hunts begin.

With reasoning like that,
it's a good thing you're a scientist

and not a historian.

Oh, so a historian knows better than
someone who's actually lived through it?

Of course.
Look at what's happening here.

The population is exploding.

Land is being cleared.
Harvests are bad.

Matthew, people are struggling.

So, you think people are looking for
scapegoats as we speak?

One minute we're friends
with our neighbors,

the next, we're running scared.

We will be long gone
by the time that happens, I promise.

Now, Diana, please,

please, please,
for the love of God...

let me finish my reading.

Bye.

Thank you.

By the way,
I found a teacher.

Stay outside, wearh.

It is Mistress Roydon
she wants to meet.

I'm not leaving Diana alone.

Let me have a look at you.

To keep out prying eyes.

A witch tried to see inside me.

This should not hurt.

I have waited
a long time for you, Diana.

The auguries foretold
your arrival

a long time ago.

And with the portents
in the north,

I knew to expect you now.

The witch hunts in Scotland?

They have imprisoned
Agnes Sampson.

The three of us
are all that is left of our kind.

"Our kind"?
I don't know what you mean.

You are a Weaver.

A maker of spells.

With respect,

I think you're mistaken.

My Aunt Sarah is gifted. I am...

...terrible with spells.
Ask Susanna.

You must devise your own.

There are old stories of witches, with...

miraculous power.

I've lived a long time,
Goody Alsop.

And I've never met one.

We are rare creatures,
Master Roydon.

We have been hunted down

and forced into hiding.

The witch that attacked me
was powerful.

She knew I was different.

Do you think Satu knew
you were a Weaver?

I don't know. Maybe.

Sadly, the greatest threat
to our safety

is our own kind.

Envy and fear
are powerful forces.

My parents were killed
by witches.

Maybe that's why.

I cannot tell...

...but your father was one.

He knew that you would follow
his path.

You sense his magic
inside me?

They are seldom men.

He was a self-taught Weaver, Susanna.

I can see

the last threads
of his spellbinding...

...roughly woven together.

So...

...it was made with love
to protect you.

Will you teach me,
Goody Alsop?

It will attract
too much attention.

The Rede
must be consulted.

If you inform
the council of witches,

you will reveal Diana's identity,
and I cannot allow that.

Please sit down, Master Roydon.

My neck no longer bends that way.

Diana's presence
is already felt.

We established the Rede
to protect our interests.

Their consent is necessary.

Then seek it at once.

Mistress Roydon,
make your case to the Rede.

I was spellbound

and orphaned as a child.

Cut off from my essence as a witch.

Now that my bindings are gone,

I am ready to learn

the full nature of my power.

I need a community of witches
to do that.

We take pity
on you, Mistress.

To be spellbound
is a grave thing.

But another city
may be a better place to help you.

No.

No. I am meant to be here.

Mistress Norman,

you have concerns.

I, too, take pity
on Mistress Roydon,

but training her
could threaten

the safety of our
fellow witches.

How so, Mistress?

She is married to a wearh,

the known enemy
of our people.

This is, sadly, true.

As we stand here today,

one of our own is
locked in the Tower

with Master Roydon as inquisitor.

Mistress Roydon's soul

is as clear to me as my own.

Forgive me, but it is not such
an easy matter, Goody Alsop.

If we are to help a witch
who has allied herself with a wearh

over her own people,

then we must be prepared

to make an enemy
of Father Hubbard.

My relationship
is not a rejection of my people.

Dark times are coming.

A witch has long been prophesied

to come to our aid.

Diana is that witch.

Forgive us, but...

how do we know
that that is true?

I am a time spinner.

I have come from the future

in order to seek out
a special teacher.

I've seen The Book of Life
with my own eyes.

- The first grimoire?
- Yes.

I don't understand
how my magic is connected to it,

or my purpose
once I've come into my power.

But I do know this...

my relationship to my magic,

to Matthew Roydon
and to The Book of Life

are woven together.

One cannot exclude the other.

The long awaited
Weaver is among us.

This is not a test, Diana.

This is a welcome.

Fine day for an interrogation.

What do you want, Hubbard?

One of my children
has been caught up in Cecil's web.

Tom Caldwell.

Why should that concern me?

He's innocent.

I think that's for the Crown to decide,
don't you?

The Queen's trusted shadow...

can exert influence.

Any influence I may have

won't be spent
protecting your interests,

I can assure you.

Good day.

There would be benefit
in our cooperating.

We have a great deal in common,
after all.

Both men of faith.

You determined to protect Diana,

and me, Tom.

Or should I ask
Philippe de Clermont for assistance?

This has nothing to do with him, Andrew.

Let us hope so.

Good day.

It's a tangled mess!

Hubbard expects me to
free Thomas Caldwell,

and Cecil, Cecil,

demands that I extract
a confession from him

and put him to death!

Contact Philippe.

He can influence this situation

- in untold ways.
- No.

If my father finds
out about Diana,

then everything will become undone.
Everything!

Take my counsel.

Take my counsel.

Dampen Cecil's suspicions.

Your prisoner will
survive for how long?

Two weeks?

Three?

Matthew Roydon is
never cruel for sport.

Father Hubbard
pleaded your case.

But he is
ruthlessly efficient.

Do not impersonate
Matthew Roydon.

Become him.

Master Roydon.

Yeah.

The Rede will allow me to train.

Tom?

He didn't suffer.

You killed him
out of mercy.

If I was truly merciful,

currently, he would be
rowing himself down the Thames.

He was innocent.

There was no way,

no path where Tom survived

and I could keep you safe.

He made no threat
against me.

Correct.

We gather together to mourn...

Thomas Caldwell,

beloved member
of our family.

We keep him
in our hearts.

His life was cut short.

But our memories
are long.

France, sir?

Put this into the hand
of Philippe de Clermont yourself.

Explain yourself.

The witch refused
to cooperate

and became contemptuous.

I lost my temper.

You snapped his neck!

For which I beg
your forgiveness.

It is out of character.

Perhaps you have reason
to side with the traitor,

to support the witches.

My loyalty and devotion
to the Queen are steadfast.

Something I will
remind her of at once.

Her Majesty's in
no humor to see you.

I advise you to remember

the punishment for traitors,

human or creature.

It looked like
an uncontrolled feeding.

Multiple bite marks.
The body was torn apart.

I haven't seen anything like that
in centuries.

Her Majesty questions

the trust she long placed in you,
Master Roydon.

You look tired, Shadow,

marriage does not suit you.

A Weaver selects

and shapes something new.

Just let the power
move through you.

You seek a specific text?

An old book of alchemy

in an unknown language.

Dr. Dee
does have such a book.

Acquired from Emperor Rudolf.

May I see it?