Cry of the Banshee Page #2

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power over animals?

It strikes you strange?

Strikes me fortunate for that

little girl and the witch.

That medallion he wears.

If you're curious, you'd

best ask him yourself.

I did. He doesn't know

where it comes from.

Or what it means.

Or so he claims.

You think him a liar?

You suspect him of witchcraft.

Our Roderick is no more

a sorcerer than I am.

We're all safe with him,

and care nothing of who he

is or where he comes from.

I understand.

Do you?

Then you best treat

it as you would

the most sacred confession.

He threw her

down upon the bank

And used her as he would.

The maiden cried.

"Alas," she sighed,

"I've lost my maidenhead."

And she struggled

slowly to her feet.

And cursed him for his life.

Then from his belt

upon the ground,

She drew the huntsman's knife.

Sing and blow away

the morning dew.

The dew and the dew.

Blow away the morning dew.

How sweet the winds do blow.

"Oh, you have ruined

my life," she cried,

"And now it's time you paid."

Then up against

his manhood's flower

She thrust the sharpened blade.

The huntsman cried

aloud with fear

"Forgive me if you can."

"If I'm no longer

maid," she said,

"Then you're no longer man."

Sing and blow away

the morning dew.

The dew and the dew.

Blow away the morning dew.

Where is she?

It's an honor, my Lord.

Welcome to my inn, sir.

Ah, your new

wench, where is she?

She's only a serving

wench, my Lord, sir.

Well, get some of your

foul drink and bring her.

What can I do for you, my Lord?

Well now my girl,

you don't want to spend

the whole of your life

as a serving wench, do you?

I have no wish

to change my trade.

Wishes or not...

You will.

No, no my Lord!

. No!

. Yes!

Burke!

Acorns.

And shells.

And feathers.

Heathen witchcraft.

You're too pretty to be a witch.

Landlord.

Everybody out.

You heard his Honor, out!

Come on.

She's the one.

The one that bewitched my dogs.

What's your name?

- Maggie.

- Maggie?

You're not a witch,

are you Maggie?

No, no m'Lord, I'm not a witch.

You just sell charms

to the old folks.

That's right.

I just sell charms

to the old folks

or whoever may buy them.

So you.

Sell.

Charms.

Hmm?

Are you a follower

of the old religion?

Hmm?

No, I never was.

But you know who is?

Hmm?

I know who's selling them!

Do they have real power?

They think they do.

Power like God's power?

Wrath,

like God's wrath?

No, it's something you feel.

Who is their leader?

Who?

Oona.

Oona.

Oona.

More treason against God.

My children.

My children. My children.

My children!

Look.

My children!

Wait.

Oona, bring her forward.

Oona.

I have spared your

life as a reminder

that I will not tolerate

your heathen ways

as long as I am Magistrate here.

Now, you and the rest

of your filthy heard,

scatter into the hills!

I never want to set

eyes on you again.

My children.

All my children.

Why?

Why?

You better kill me too,

Edward Whitman,

than let me live

with this memory.

If your sorcery

was so strong, Oona,

why didn't you use it

to save your children,

as you call them, huh?

All right!

Oona, Oona.

Oona, Oona.

Lord Satan.

Oona, Oona.

God of miracles and wonders.

On this evil day,

I curse

Lord Edward Whitman!

I curse his flesh,

his blood,

his wife,

his children,

and his house!

Curse. Curse.

God Satan,

I conjure you,

to send me an avenger.

So terrible...

That death shall wrench them

once forever from this Earth!

I conjure you, Lord Satan.

Send me an avenger!

Avenger! Avenger!

What do you want of me?

And what are you doing,

stealing through the night?

Some secret meeting a

brother should know?

Sleep is difficult

in this house now.

Harry.

There's a madness over us.

And some say...

Some say what?

That we're cursed?

And Lady Patricia,

is there no cure in

the Doctor's physic?

Her only cure is to get

away from this place too.

I must think on it.

Well, don't think too long.

Harry.

I know.

I was just looking at them.

Wolves or witches, eh?

I don't know anymore.

I think I should find

sleep easier now.

Well. Goodnight Sister.

No.

No.

- Roderick?

- No!

It's only me.

Roderick.

Why, you're on fire.

Someone calling.

Someone calling.

It was me calling you.

I called you, Maureen.

How much longer, Lord Satan?

How much longer must I wait?

You sent me the avenger,

but not the power to

bend him to my will.

Send me that power, Lord Satan.

The power to bend

him to my will.

That I might destroy...

The house of Whitman!

You must leave.

Hmm?

Maureen, you must leave!

Not so soon.

Go!

Maureen, go!

All right.

Witchcraft is a two-fold sin.

The villagers are

beginning to join them!

Harry.

And you're destroying yourself!

Harry, I forbid you

to talk like this.

And your wife and your family.

My wife was not strong enough

to lead the kind of

life that we lead here.

Now it's her own fault

that her mind's grown weak.

And what of Maureen?

How long can she

exist like this?

Maureen!

Where have you been?

For a walk in the night.

Stay in the house was my order!

Take your hands off of her!

Harry.

Are you afraid for him?

I might try and see if

he's really one of us,

really a Whitman?

As much a son of mine as Sean?

Blow away the morning dew.

The dew and the dew.

Blow away the morning dew.

How sweet.

Listen.

Listen.

It's that mad dog again.

Laughing at your fears.

This time we'll get him.

And father will

reward you Burke.

Come on.

Come on!

It came from the ruined church!

What are you waiting for?

Get my bloody horse!

Burke! Come, help, help me!

Help me! Help me!

Roderick!

Roderick.

Here, my Lord.

Sean!

It was the dog.

It's bewitched.

It's a demon!

Sean.

Deliver me from all my defences.

I cannot tell who

shall gather them.

Now Lord, what is my hope?

Truly, my hope is even in thee.

It is an evil retribution,

but it was pain and grief to me.

My heart was hot within me.

And while I was thus musing,

the fire kindled and

at the last I spake.

Fair the Lord, let

him be praised.

Lord let me know my mend

and the number of my days.

Father, do you think that...

That dog is bewitched as

the villagers believe?

Sorcery?

I suppose you know,

we're cursed from Hell to

Christmas, we Whitmans.

What if there is a power

that we know nothing of?

Now Father's scared

like the rest of us.

Harry, I must talk to you.

Roderick?

Wait by the carriage.

Roderick.

Roderick, it's always Roderick.

He's making you weak, Patricia.

Be strong.

You must take me away.

After we've destroyed the

animal that killed Sean.

Oh, don't be such a hypocrite.

You'd have killed

him many times,

if you'd been strong enough.

Whether or not I hated

Sean is of no account now,

we must destroy that dog.

Sean Whitman...

Is dead!

A scent, my Lord.

Come here, come here!

There was no witchcraft,

look, we killed a mad dog.

One of the shots in

his brain was mine.

Would you please go and

fetch the Lady Patricia?

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