Ironclad: Battle for Blood Page #2

My name's Hubert.

Master Hubert.

Your friend seems quite loyal.

Was he also at Rochester?

His name is Berenger.

Saved his life in a skirmish once,

he's had the strange notion

that he owes me ever since.

You didn't ask about Mother.

I trust my aunt is well.

As well as could be expected.

And what of Cousin Blanche?

She's still the same spoiled

princess she always was?

Worse since she returned from

schooling in France without a prince.

She's eager to hear

about the rebellion.

How you fought against

the king at Rochester.

Let's go. Hyah!

They're coming, boys!

Hurry to position!

Here they come! Get those

rocks down here now!

Come on! Move it!

All right, where are those rocks?

Whatever you've got,

I want 'em here now!

They didn't waste any time.

However we approach we'll be seen.

- Is there a sally port?

- Yes. At the far side of the castle.

Then that's our way in.

- They'll get there before we do.

- Well, we came for a fight.

Do your serfs have a keen eye?

- Keen enough.

- Then let's go, brother.

Kill them all!

There are too many of them!

You men, hold that section!

Go!

It's just on the far side!

Ogre.

Open the door!

It's Master Hubert!

Open the sally port!

Trouble!

Open the door!

Open the gate! Open the sally port!

Open the door!

Get it open!

It's Master Hubert!

- Hurry!

- Come on. Come on.

Open the door!

It's open!

You're still mine.

Get in!

Come on!

Executioner, come on!

Come on! Hurry up!

Secure the gate!

Come on!

Master Hubert!

We need you on the wall!

Come on, you men! Fight back!

Fight them back!

Come on, then!

Come on!

Ahh! Ahh!

No, Father!

I have to be out there.

No, Father, please!

Push 'em off the walls!

Push 'em down!

Come on, lads! Push 'em back!

I'm lovin' it!

Get back, you scum!

There, you scum!

They're on the run!

The Scots are retreating!

Retreat! Fall back!

Well done.

Smith.

How's Father?

Welcome home.

Be gentle with him.

- He needs rest.

- Yes.

- Welcome, dear nephew.

- Aunt.

I found Cousin Guy.

You've done well.

- You brought others?

- Three.

From the devil himself.

Then our enemies must beware.

Come.

Uncle.

I'm glad you've come.

Though we could have wished

for better circumstances.

I'm no stranger to your

circumstances anymore.

It will take more than a few mountain

men to bring this house down.

It's been in my family

for three generations.

And no matter what happens to me,

we will not give it up.

He needs to rest.

I didn't like the look of Father.

I've seen men come through worse.

Well, well. You didn't tell me the spoiled

princess had grown into such a beauty.

It's a pity the same could

not be said for my cousin.

Oh, and a sharp tongue too, I see.

I'm surprised my cousin

can see anything at all.

Please excuse me.

Don't worry. You're not the only

one she sniffs her nose at.

- They fared well.

- I told you they were a hearty bunch.

Cousin.

Oh, this beauty I remember.

Though last time I saw you, you were

playing in a field wearing leggings.

You must tell me of the rebellion.

How you fought the king himself.

Well another time, maybe.

We need as many as we can

get back on the walls.

Come on!

Keep going. Keep going.

You and your friend.

It's good to see people

happy at their work.

Well, we've had a lot of practice.

Some don't have a taste for it.

But as my dear father and his

before him used to say...

"It is a trade, Son.

Be proud when they

kneel before you."

We didn't get around to names.

Charles Montserrat de Pierrepoint.

The Third.

Guy de Lusignan.

You are the pride of your

profession, Mr. Pierrepoint.

Pleasure.

We need you on the walls.

Is that all my master needs?

No, stop. No.

Hey!

No!

Shh. Shh. Shh.

- Ohh!

- Ohh!

Ohh!

- Kill the prisoners.

- Kill them.

Scum.

- We should attack tomorrow.

- Tomorrow!

But now they have hired swords.

Mercenaries, aye.

- You'll lose too many.

- Yes.

- Throw them out to the hounds.

- Aye. Throw them out.

Each one of us...

feels your loss.

- But we will kill them.

- Kill them all!

How many sisters and

brothers are sacrificed...

for one dead son?

How many?

My wife.

My daughters.

Raped and murdered by the English.

Now my son is with them.

- The last of my blood.

- Kill them.

How many of you know the same?

We will fight you, English,

the way you fight us.

And their eyes shall see the fire.

On this hand be English blood!

- What say my people?

- Kill them all!

I must...

Bring Hubert and Guy.

Yes, ma'am.

Master Hubert! Your

mother's asking for you.

And your cousin.

Father.

I will not see the morning.

Listen.

There is little time.

This place is not just our home.

It is the shelter of

every soul within it.

Built with toil and sweat...

in the hope of a better life.

And when God cannot give us that,

these stone walls...

become our shield.

A sanctuary from danger.

They protect us like

the steel of a sword.

My grandfather was of

pure Norman blood.

But my son is an Englishman.

Be proud of that.

Now I,

Lord Gilbert de Vesci,

bestow my land and title...

on you, my son.

Promise me this great castle...

will pass to your son.

In the presence of

your cousin, swear it.

I will defend this

land with my life.

This castle and all its titles

will pass on to my son.

It... is... done.

Just you wait.

- Father's dying, isn't he?

- Aren't we all?

I'm sorry about before.

My welcome was...

Don't apologize for

speaking your mind.

What happened to you, Guy?

Our happy young cousin,

what has turned him so bitter?

Something you got from a whore?

Frenchman.

It must have stung for a while.

Not as much as the one I gave him.

If you want a beer,

it's in the keep.

Hmm.

You think the world is full

of gay, French princes.

But I've met a few. Liars

and cutthroats to a man.

If you give your precious

virginity to one of them, Cousin,

well, then good luck to you.

Since when did my

precious virginity...

have anything to do with you?

It doesn't.

The same thing that took me

to France brought me here.

England's purse.

Your brother's a very

generous young man.

He's paying you.

Well, if this is what

fighting has done to you,

I'll tell you what else it's done.

However much you think carrying

a sword has opened your eyes,

you're wrong.

You're blinder now

than you ever were.

Blanche, come quickly.

As we stand, we've got

enough food for a month.

And the water can't be poisoned?

No. Its source is from the hills.

- It's an underground stream.

- They can't touch it.

This is where the son was killed.

- Who killed him?

- I did.

- Pitch?

- It's gone.

And we're low on stones

for the missiles.

We can break up that

buttress by the ditch.

Just so we know,

who's in charge here?

Until this is over, you

take orders from my cousin.

Tell your fellows the same.

Master.

You gave him the family money.

I had to. Or they

wouldn't have come.

- You could have brought others.

- No, I couldn't.

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