Black Death Page #2

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The French...

Ah, the French.

They could sense victory, you could smell it.

On that day for the first time our archers used the longbow.

Quicker to load, further in flight.

Their arrows, their arrows were useless. Couldn't reach us.

And ours, ours were like a dark, buzzing cloud.

And that day's end, field was littered with their dead and their dying.

And custom how matter how fierce the battle, was to use the misericorde.

Misericorde, it's the 'mercy-giver'.

You stab straight through the armpit directly into the heart. It's quick and painless.

But on this day, there was an end to chivalry.

King Edward ordered every Frenchman

left alive to be killed without mercy.

Arms, heads, legs...

hacked away.

God's greatest army

descended into savagery.

Forgive me, but how does that conscern the pestilence?

We invited Death among us that day.

He hasn't left us since.

That woman you killed,

she was not a witch.

Why did you volanteer to join us, monk?

To serve God.

Killing witches serves God.

The woman was already dead.

If I had freed her, the mob would have caught her again and burned her.

I spared her suffering.

Sometimes that is all you can do.

He says:
'turn back'.

Where we're headed

men have become savages.

It must've been something pretty special, to tempt you away from that nice, warm monastery.

Anything you wanna tell me?

- No.

You know what my job is?

I am a torturer, truth-getter.

Spend hours on a man.

Can smell a lie, and I smell you.

Pray somewhere else, if i were you.

Have you broken any vows yet, boy?

Leave him be, Mold.

Back, get back!

Griff!

Griff?

I said:
Get Back!

- Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

Let me look.

Let me look.

Just going to take a look.

Alright? OK my friend. Just having a look.

Why didn't you tell us?

I'm sorry.

His journey is finished here.

I prefer mercy.

I need to make a confession to the friar.

- No..

cannot be sure how this thing spread.

- WHO THE HELL ASKED YOU?

I will take your confession.

Come, you shall have absolution.

YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti.

Forgive me.

Our Father who art in Heaven..

Hallowed be thy name..

Come thy kingdom, forfilled be thine when in heaven as in earth

...bread give us today

I need a moment with him.

Alright.

I'm glad it's you. I can see things.. Urgh..

Farewell my friend.

Bury him.

The forest of Dentwich.

- How far to the marsh?

Half a day, perhaps less.

Be on your guard. God has slipped over the horizon.

You're on watch tonight, Swire.

Giving Griff absolution...

took courage.

Do you truly believe this village can rise the dead?

I would not be here otherwise.

You doubt it?

I believe that hunting necromancers and demons serves men more than it serves god.

You have learned much nestled inside the monastery.

Demons and necromancers are among us.

As you will find out.

Soon enough.

I'll get some sleep.

Averill.

Averill.

Averill.

Averill?

No.

No, no, no. No.

Averill.

Wake up!

Ulric!

Get up!

Wolfstan!

Ulric, wake up!

Wake up! Ulric!

How many are in the forrest? How many?

- Calm down. What did you see? What did you see?

They are in the forrest. I don't...

- How many? How many?

I don't know. I don't know.

How many?

- He doesn't know.

Mold, forward, now.

Wait. Wait.

Get in there. NOW!

Yah, shut the f***...

No!

GOD! GOD!

Where is Ivo?

You alright?

We lost Ivo.

Why did you leave the camp?

Speak.

I came her to meet a woman.

- And where is she?

She did not survive the forrest.

God has punished me for leaving his monastery.

God has better things to think of.

Because of you...

one of my men is dead.

If we move, we move now.

How do we know the man we've come for is not here?

These men are nothing more than common thieves.

You will lead us to the great marsh.

- Sir, i am of no use to you.

You will lead us...

or stay here alone and be damned.

The village lies beyond the marsh.

What's the plan?

Identify the heretic...

capture him...

put him in the cage.

That will never go across the marsh.

- Then we'll leave it behind!

Drag him here.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

What brings you to our village?

We seek refuge.

A place to rest, nothing more.

Then you are welcome.

My name is Hob.

I am Ulric.

You were attacked?

In the forest.

Then you did well to reach us. That forest can be dangerous.

May I ask what you were doing?

- Bringing relief to the suffering.

Relief?

From what?

Word of the pestilence has not reached you?

Word is all that has reached us.

Come.

What the hell is going on?

We need guile to draw out the necromancer.

Noone acts

unless I say so.

Tonight we'll feed you and give you a bed.

And in the morning we'll escort you to a safe part of the forrest.

We're not welcome?

Of course.

But why would you stay?

Here is some buckets,

you need to wash.

This is no time to be blinded by grief.

If this is hell

can't wait for heaven.

You're not bound for heaven, Swire.

Believe me.

I'll tend to your wounds.

I'll tend to your wound.

That needs to be dressed.

Come with me.

- Maybe you should get her seeing to.

Where are you from?

- From the monastery at Staveley.

You're in mourning.

Is it so obvious?

Was it a woman?

It's no sin to love a woman.

I have sworn to god.

A man needs more than divine love to sustain him.

And he shouldn't be punished for wanting it.

Do you have a husband?

My husband is dead.

- I'm sorry.

Take off your clothes.

I need to dress your wound.

The pain is going already.

It's extraordinary, the pain is gone.

It is a strong remedy.

May I ask you, how did your husband die?

Men like you killed him.

Men like me?

Men of God.

This church has not seen worship for a long while.

The woman you went with...

- She dressed my wounds, nothing more.

Nothing here is what it seems.

You can help us keep warm, girls.

Child.

I found it.

Where?

- In the marsh.

Every village we rode through had graveyards bursting.

No corpse-fueled pits, no burning bodies.

We cannot judge them for having no disease.

A party was send before us charged with the same task...

four men, none returned.

They were lead by a man like myself.

This symbol is worn only by the bishops envoy.

The girl wore its twin.

Please welcome our guests. What is ours is now yours.

To our guests. 'TO OUR GUESTS'

We also want to give thanks that we've been spared the terrible pestilence...

sweeping through the land.

If I may...

I would like to express our gratitude for your welcome.

Now let us pray.

Pater noster qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra...

Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie.

Et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.

Amen.

- Amen.

I expected grace not the entire Lord's Prayer.

Women outnumber men here. Maybe that's why a woman speaks for them.

Do not be fooled.

Evil works within this place,

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