Ironclad: Battle for Blood Page #3

You didn't have to

give him Father's money.

I told you, I had no choice.

Besides, Father isn't here anymore.

And look what you bring us.

Rats from the gutter to save us.

- But Blanche, please, I've told you...

- Enough.

- Your father lies dead.

- He...

I've raised my children

better than this.

He gave our cousin Father's

money to come here.

You knew.

It was your brother's decision.

He is the master now.

No. He will never be my master.

To the battlements!

What are they doing?

Come and fight us, you bastards!

Oh, there, there.

Run, Miss Kate, run!

- They're in the tower!

- No! It's what they want.

To pull us from the walls so they

can attack. Keep everyone here.

In the chimney!

Let her go!

Please let me go! Please. Please.

Let her go and you'll live!

English!

Ogre.

Form the attack.

Form the attack.

Get some men to the gates!

Come on, come on.

What is it?

You know you're free to go.

- If there's a debt, it's been paid.

- Not yet.

That still leaves a boy

who paid me to come here.

What's a hired man

without his word?

A man who ain't hired no more.

A long ride through

France taught us that.

That's all we are, brother.

Swords for hire.

Willing to shed a cup

of blood now and then.

Well, that's me.

What's keeping you here?

Like you said, what's a hired man

who doesn't stick to his word?

You sure there wouldn't be a

lord's daughter keeping it too?

She looks like a sweet one.

What do you know of that?

Had a couple of sweet whores.

Nothing else?

There was one.

I was just a boy.

I walked all the way to

Bicknor County to see her.

But she died the winter

before I got there.

I'm sorry about your wife.

The best a man could have.

I used to tell her I loved her.

"Of course you do, you

great lump," she'd say.

You find a woman like that...

you hold onto her for dear life.

What do you make of him?

Our singing executioner?

Executioners? Sh*t 'em.

When so much is taken

from those left behind...

it feels as though we

die a piece at a time.

Sometimes it hardens what remains.

Perhaps.

If you should, uh,

choose it that way.

There was a spirit in you as a boy.

Born for trouble, your

mother would say.

Of the short time you had together,

she knew her son well.

Maybe not well enough. She died

when I was seven-years-old.

So they share the sin of

what you have become?

And what have I become?

Look at yourself, dear nephew.

And tell me a part

of you has not died.

Well? What is it?

Is my brother not

paying you enough?

That's why you're here.

- I came of my own accord.

- Oh, really?

To save our family, or to

take all of our money?

What do you know of such

things? Your father is dead.

How dare you talk about my family!

You're just a hired man.

You should just do as we say.

So this is what you think of me?

Gone are the sweet words and

sweet promises of before.

I was young then...

and very foolish.

Then maybe I should just take your money

and leave you to those dogs outside.

Well, you can't. You've

had the last of it.

Then you can pay me

in something else.

How dare you!

Your brother may be paying me,

but that isn't the reason I came.

What do you see?

My son's face.

The night he was born.

I see a great fire.

A house of stone turned

black with my son's blood.

Is that the plea of mercy I smell?

Same as the mother and

father that spawned you.

Whore and cutthroat.

They groveled for mercy.

Didn't do 'em no good.

Like that poor husband you did.

Whore.

I heard you cut him nicely.

From here to here.

Deserved it.

But his poor wife didn't, did she?

What's your price?

Barters.

I ain't for the likes of you, girl.

Where's the executioner?

Water! To the walls now!

- They're going to come for the gate.

- Well, let's hope that's all.

Water to the gate!

Everybody help! Use

anything you can find!

Here they come!

Stand ready!

- You'll do well.

- For Father.

- Water!

- Get this fire out!

Water!

Give me that.

Keep that water coming!

Come on!

To the walls!

We have to retreat to the keep.

Go. Go!

To the keep!

Come on!

Mercenary.

Knew you would come soon enough.

They're coming through the gate!

Come on, Guy!

Smith, come on!

Go!

English!

Where's Mother?

Go with her. Go.

Quickly.

Burn it.

Burn it! Burn it!

What are we to do?

I made a promise. I will fight for

this place until my last breath.

How noble of you.

There's nothing noble in killing.

Not for freedom, not for

God, not for money.

Somebody told me that once before.

Except without the money.

The money isn't why you came. You

came because you knew it was right.

- What do you know of what is right?

- I know what is blood.

Are we not family?

Go. Take your sisters

to the upper chamber.

- No.

- This is no time to argue.

That is why you will

go with my sisters.

A master defends his own castle.

Break it up.

Move!

- What are they doing?

- We should have stayed with Hubert.

The thing that you saw

between me and Berenger...

Don't.

I shouldn't have brought you here.

Quickly.

- I want to go back to Hubert.

- No, Kate. Stay, stay, stay. Shh. Stay.

You and I...

and our dear cousin.

Go in there!

I didn't mean the things I said.

They have Hubert!

Oh, God!

Oh, God! No.

Shh.

Hang her!

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

We have to do something!

Mercenary!

I am Guy de Lusignan.

Cousin and blood to the de Vesci!

And now him.

This is my family!

This is my family and my home!

Fight me!

Fight me instead!

Fight me!

You had a son who died as you

and your men stand there!

And now let no more of

them die in his name!

You are a hired sword!

A dog who fights for coin!

Why are you here?

Bring me the daughters of the lord,

and you're free to go.

This is my family and my home!

If you have honor for your son...

for your own blood, then fight me!

Let us settle this alone!

Wait.

A dog finding his way

home doesn't make a son.

Nor does blood alone make a father.

No!

Vyla, kill her!

The clan returned to the hills

and we enjoyed peace for a time.

But for England and Scotland,

peace would always be elusive.

Castles would rise and fell just

as the families that built them.

Our cousin, Guy, left a fight in

the Hundred Years War in France...

where armies of

mercenaries were born.

For there are always men

whose honor can be bought.

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