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Very nice.

It's very nice indeed.

Now, how do I say...

"Such beauty is a rare flower"?

Paladin...

Mm-hmm?

"You travel much too quickly."

Now...

how do I say...

"Those lips are meant to kiss"?

"...and also to taste the coolness of wine."

You knew the language all the time.

Well, I had hoped to learn a little more.

I'm sorry.

Let me dance your... your anger away.

Oh, I'm not nearly as angry as I was.

But... all right.

Dance.

Come, dance.

The first word

in any lesson in any language

should be "patience."

This, I trust, is important?

Yes.

Oh. The lady says, this means you travel.

She's waiting.

This is Mrs. Randolph Quincy.

And you are Mr. Paladin.

Come sit down, young man.

Mrs. Quincy, I have so often admired

your beautiful home on Nob Hill.

Mr. Paladin, I want my granddaughter.

"Betrothal announced, Jehovah, California.

"Amos Powers today announced the betrothal

"of his foster daughter Prudence,

"now of marrying age, to Hector MacAbee.

"Mr. Powers has worked the Jehovah mine

for the past 12 years, and is well known in local circles."

You think Prudence Powers is your granddaughter?

Somehow, I feel she is.

Mr. Paladin,

I have followed every lead

for 18 years.

You're too young to remember the Gold Rush days.

Nobody ever really belonged anywhere.

People just came and went.

Would you like to start at the beginning?

Of course.

Forgive me.

You see, my husband and I

had an only daughter.

Oh, she was very beautiful.

She could have had any man she wanted.

So, of course, she chose a wild Irishman,

who took her along to the gold fields.

She wrote me when the baby came.

And later, our daughter died of a fever.

Her husband died in a mine explosion.

And you believe that Prudence Powers

is the missing child.

Yes.

Now, then...

...here are files,

records, proof of identity...

and a check

made out to you, Mr. Paladin.

My husband wanted very much to see his grandchild.

Two weeks ago, he died...

with that clipping and your card in his hand.

Hello.

Anybody in there?

Hey!

You get off this property!

We don't like no strangers snooping around here.

Well, now...

do you mean to tell me you live in a place called Jehovah

and you'd turn a man away without a drink of water?

Just ride on, mister.

Oh, you wouldn't ask me to face that country

out there without water?

You're carryin' a canteen.

That's empty.

I do believe you're Irish.

H-How do you know what I am?

I'll tell you for a dipper of water.

Well...

just one dipper.

Hm!

Irish and Spanish...

the charm of the Emerald Isle,

the warmth of sunny Andalusia.

- Mr. Paladin... - Hmm?

...you're touched with the heat.

Me? A rich lady?

No.

Well...

I'll help you.

Why?

You know, you ought to laugh more often.

It's a sin to laugh.

Even for the Irish?

You keep saying that,

but you don't know anything at all, really.

Besides, i-it doesn't matter who a person is.

It...

These people that you stay with...

did they ever say where they got you?

In the mining country.

Well, they're miners, ain't they?

And you're a child.

I am old enough to get married.

To someone who loves you.

To... who loves me?

Well... well, I... I guess so.

Will you open the top button on that blouse?

You... you get out of here!

You!

Stop!

Now, you listen to me.

Listen to me.

Oh... ah!

Mrs. Quincy's granddaughter was burned

when she was six years old.

She has a small scar on her neck,

right under where that neckband would be.

- Now... - Oh!

...you have such a scar?

You're Consuela Cassidy.

I'm Prudence!

Prudence Powers!

I-I'm not who you say I am.

I'm not!

I'm Amos Powers.

What have you been telling this young woman

about belonging to some rich woman in San Francisco?

Mr. Powers, I'm sure she told you everything I said.

Just having a scar don't make something true, Mr. Paladin.

Neither does believing a lie, Mr. Powers.

You better talk more careful.

Well, now...

who are you?

My son, Daniel.

I speak for myself.

You shut up!

And you ride out of here.

Well, I hardly think that would be fair

to the girl's grandmother.

Water your horse and get.

Excuse me.

Prudence...

"Eat thou honey, for it is good,

and the honeycomb is sweet to the taste."

"And a stranger shalt thou not oppress..."

"...for ye knew the heart of a stranger,

seeing ye were strangers."

Prudence, invite him in...

but just to eat, mind you.

Paladin!

When you're finished, you can go.

Mmm...

Mr. Powers...

...in San Francisco,

a rather remarkable old woman

has for 18 years

been looking for her granddaughter.

Well, Prudence ain't her.

Her granddaughter would be the same age as Prudence.

Has a scar in the same place that Prudence has a scar.

What'd you come here making trouble for?

You would have been six years old

at the time of that fire.

You could remember.

Leave her be!

No, please.

Let me think.

Mr. Paladin...

supposing she was this girl?

Well, that would mean

some wonderful things for her.

Daniel!

I'm a God-fearing man who don't use violence

unless I'm forced to.

I would appreciate your getting out of here.

Mr. Powers, that woman in San Francisco has a right

to know if this is her granddaughter,

and Prudence has a right to know, too.

And I say she's mine! I raised her!

She must have had a name

when you got her... what was it?

I don't remember her saying.

Powers, as a God-fearing man,

just what is it you're afraid Prudence'll find out?

Get out.

Daniel...

Daniel, what was she called?

Elly.

Her name was Elly.

Daniel, I'm the father, and no milky-skinned girl

better make you forget it.

Elly?

Ella.

That's right.

You were six years old

and you were burned in a fire.

You remember where it happened?

It was in the house.

Remember the room?

Yes. Big room.

In a room; what color was the room?

Green.

Was there a rug in it?

Little one.

What color was it?

All different colors.

And a fire in the fireplace.

What color was the fireplace?

Red... bricks.

Red brick fireplace.

Not like this one...

not gray stone... a red brick fireplace

with a fire in it, and you were playing, hm?

What were you playing?

Counting game.

With what were you playing?

Cards?

No.

With a wagon?

No.

What was it?

What were you playing with?

My doll!

My doll! - All right... all right...

- Here, here, he-here, here... - It's on the fire!

...here...

You're all right.

All right?

That's right, your doll fell on the fire

and you tried to get it.

Ella...

diminutive for Consuela...

or in baby talk... Elly.

A scar can be just as deep as the truth.

I always treated her good, like my own.

Like your own what?

Workhorse?

I had the legal right.

Powers, is that what you're standing on?

The "legal right" because you bought her?

Nothing wrong with that.

Animals are bought, not people.

Now, what did you pay for this one?

$20? $30?

Never mind his talk, girl.

You bought me?

Prudence?

I never thought of you that way.

Now, you shut up!

I had to do something, you understand.

After his Ma died, I had to find somebody

who could learn to fix and care for us.

You bought me?

Oh, it wasn't just that cold-like.

These people found you someplace.

They didn't want to have any more mouths to feed.

If I hadn't bought her,

somebody else would've.

- Where you going? - After her.

Boy, you don't know anything about her.

Who her folks were, what kind...

Oh, before you got here,

he never acted that way.

Gentlemen!

Did I see Prudence run in there?

You did.

- What's she doing? - Crying.

Gentlemen, I suggest that we let

- Consuela have her cry out. - Who are you anyway?

Who's Consuela? What's going on here, anyway?

Ain't none of your business what's

going on here, Hector MacAbee.

You stand aside, Daniel Powers.

Gentlemen!

You stay out of it.

And you, get off of this property.

She is my property!

Hey!

Hey, you two, stop it!

Stop it, both of you!

Mr. Paladin,

will you kindly inform

Mr. Hector MacAbee that I am nobody's property,

and that, as soon as I can pack,

I'm going to San Francisco with you?

With pleasure.

Thank you.

I was gonna marry you before you had anything.

Why, it seems you'd think of that.

You wanted a servant, not a wife.

- Now, Prudence... - Aw, go away.

You better do something, Amos!

Now, don't tell me that you bought her

from him?

"Those who seek my gifts, instead of me,

shall of them both, the losers be."

Prudence?

I gave you this on your birthday, Prudence.

Remember?

Don't you... don't you want to take it with you?

Huh?

Thank you.

Just a minute, Paladin!

Prudence?

What'll be like in San Francisco, Mr. Paladin?

Well, you'll live in a very fine house,

high on a very tall hill.

From your verandah...

- your front porch... - Oh.

you will be able to see the ships

from China come sailing in the bay.

Instead of walking,

you'll ride in a very fine coach...

...a very fine carriage indeed.

Well, what'll I look like?

You'll be beautiful.

You'll have lovely gowns.

A new one, maybe two, every day.

And you'll wear your hair...

mm... up!

You take your hands off her!

You got no right to speak up for her!

I say I do!

Hey, now, boy...

Shut up! You get!

No, I'm not... I got a vested interest here!

I say get!

Take your hands off of her, Mr. Paladin!

Shh!

Well, we don't fight that way, Mr. Paladin.

Well, I didn't think you'd bother fighting

over a servant girl.

She's no servant girl.

Do you love her?

I don't know.

I guess so.

Well, why don't you tell her?

Well, how can I, with you busting my neck?

Maybe there's some hope for you after all.

I can't do it.

I ain't never told a girl that before.

Well, she's a lady, and ladies like to be told.

All right, all right!

Well, do... do you want to be told?

Well, do you want to tell me?

- Do you want to get married? - Yes.

- But I just never... - Pr-Prudence...

Doggone it.

I love you and you just been taking me for granted.

Oh, Dan!

Mr. Paladin?

No matter what name they call me,

inside I'm just me.

And I've lived here all my life.

This is my home.

I know.

Is it gonna upset her?

My grandmother?

Consuela, your grandmother is

a very valiant woman.

I'm sure she'd want you

to make your own mind, and whatever word

I take back to her, she'll be satisfied with.

But I'm also sure that she'd like very much to see you.

Both of you.

Would you consider a wedding trip to San Francisco?

Oh.

We don't have money for that.

Well...

this is your grandmother's money,

and I know that she'd approve of my spending it this way.

I can't take that from you.

Daniel, would you like to go back

in the wrestling ring with me?

Dan, we'll take the money.

And use it for a wedding in San Francisco.

Well, in that case, Daniel,

if you're shopping for a best man...

Oh, Mr. Paladin,

you are the best man.

Oh, and you two.

This will be a novel experience for you.

This time, you'll both be giving Prudence away.

"Have gun will travel," reads the card of a man

A knight without armor in a savage land

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind

Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?