Ironclad Page #3

Now, go to your post.

North and south advance!

Get ready, archers!

Loose!

Take cover!

And again! Take cover!

Get down!

Ha-ha!

Come on, lads, come on!

Take your positions! Look lively!

Take cover, lads! Take cover!

Argh!

Again!

Argh!

Albany!

Archers! They're coming!

Make a stand! Ready?

Load arrows!

Loose!

- Oil! Bring up that oil!

- Ready!

Loose!

Oil! Watch your back!

Take cover!

Becket!

Come on. This way.

- What do we do?

- Pray God is with them.

Becket!

Ha, ha-ha-ha-ha!

Guy!

Show that to your mother!

Now, get up!

I said get up!

Now, you hit him. Hard!

Behind you! Clear!

Take cover!

Aargh!

They're running!

They're retreating!

They've had enough, Baron.

Bastards! Go on, run!

Come on, you foreign whores!

You fought bravely.

You did not see everything.

There's no finding peace

after knowing this.

Faith, Guy.

Only the weak believe

that what they do in battle...

is who they are as men.

Put him with the others.

Pack 'em over there.

Over there, that's it.

Baron Albany...

in less than a day...

you have stripped away everything

I gave the people in this castle.

- Get off my back.

- You were hellbent on this fight!

You made us all hostages

to your cause, not the rebellion's.

And this was not just another castle!

This was my home!

Now clear your mess up.

Shut the door.

Still now.

Wait. Here.

- This man is bleeding.

- On the table.

No. Wait.

This will stop the flow.

I'm gonna pull this hard.

The bone's not broken, but...

Go on, do it, do it.

Keep it clean, and watch him close.

Templar.

- Your neck.

- No.

Sit.

Please.

If the bleeding doesn't stop,

shall I fasten a belt around your neck?

My maid tells me you cannot look at women.

What is your name?

Am I to assume your silence means

you cannot talk to women either?

My name is Thomas Marshal.

There it is.

And were many sacred vows

broken by that revelation?

It's not like the others.

The river naturally defends.

Walls built...

so a few can stop many.

Don't insult me, Captain.

I know the qualities of a Norman keep.

What I am having trouble with...

is how a thousand men could have failed

so miserably against twenty.

Those men fight hard. For what?

A small rock in a field?

We go around.

My great, great grandfather

built that rock

when he conquered this country.

Strategically, it fortifies London

and controls all of southern England.

Why in God's name do you think they

chose to hole up there in the first place?

What will please

your people more, Captain?

That your men died in a great battle,

or that your reward for helping me

is the Church leaving your lands alone?

For that is what

the Pope promised he would do.

Now, however small it may seem...

..with that rock,

the rest of this country follows.

Now you see what he means to do.

I say this to each of you.

There's a night out there...

deep enough for a man to slip away,

if he should wish.

And I would understand.

I think you upset him.

What about you, Marks?

I took this for you at Angoulme.

I walked into this outside Toulouse.

Both times we saw it through.

What do you think I'm doing here?

I don't take a man's money and run.

Mr Phipps, are you and your

garrison men still for the fight?

All six of us. Good and ready, sir.

Ah!

I saw you with the Templar.

I think he has a mind for you.

His mind possesses nothing

I care to think about.

There is something not normal with him.

It's his manner.

He looks but won't talk.

Then he talks

and nothing he says settles with me.

Don't tell me that was his way before he

became a Templar. I wouldn't believe it.

- My Lady.

- What?

That's a great deal of thinking...

for someone

you don't want to think about.

Hm.

They're building something.

What do you think it is?

Your royal engineer, Sire.

- Will it work?

- There's no moat, er... So, er...

There's no moat and no excuses. Finish it.

Tell him to construct a...

I am sorry for what I said to you.

I was wrong.

What happens next...to us?

- All of us?

- They will attack again.

And we will hold again.

The French...

..made sail

with an army to stand by us.

You really believe they will come?

Hm.

Thou shall not lie, Thomas.

Certainly not for the French.

Definitely not to me.

It isn't worth it.

Does that break Templar laws?

Mm.

Some would say yes.

Put the sword down.

If they do come,

I will need to know how to use this.

- Is this how you hold it?

- If you want your opponent to win.

I fight...

..so you don't have to.

Siege tower.

Making quick work of it.

Damn it.

Baron, I have an idea.

What happens if this doesn't work?

- Don't ask.

- What could be worse than this?

Squire, would you ever kill a woman?

- Never.

- Not even if it meant saving her life?

That's it, heave it down.

Holy Saint Joseph! Look who it is.

His Majesty is ready, my Lord.

- Prince Louis holds in France.

- They haven't sailed yet?

- He's buying time to negotiate terms.

- Negotiate terms!

The King enslaves this country,

the Pope defends him

and calls the Magna Carta heresy,

and France uses this tyranny

for a better deal?

- Are there any men willing to fight?

- A few.

Many thought the rebellion was over

because John signed the Magna Carta.

In some ways,

it was the smartest thing he did.

Well, all that is done.

Let Rome pronounce

whatever holy dictum it pleases.

They won't tell me

that God is their possession.

I leave for France at once.

You gather what men you can.

And prepare London for war.

And Rochester?

- Baron Albany?

- Pray God is with them.

Take cover!

Excellent. Excellent.

Go on. Faster!

Lock it!

- Lock!

- And fire!

They have built an engine?

Yargh!

Take cover!

All of you, outside.

Wulfstan, you've broken through!

Now, come on! Give them hellfire!

Heave!

Heave!

Aargh!

Lock it!

Fire pot, Guy!

You heathen dogs!

Bring it a bit forward!

Light it!

Light it!

Loose!

Yeah!

Goddamn devils!

Murdering goddamn whores!

Yes! They burn!

Do not record that!

B*tches!

This bastard king, Wulfstan.

Aye.

After that,

the king did not come again.

But the rains did.

And the days grew short

as autumn turned to winter.

They were too cold to Fight,

and too hungry.

The castle stores were empty...

and they had taken to eating the horses.

Save for one.

Marshal's.

But a Templar

is forbidden to eat his horse.

Their Order dictates

that it must die in battle.

So 13 hungry souls

and one horse would remain.

Still they waited.

And so too did the King.

They could smell his food,

hear his army's song.

For attrition is one man's ally

and another man's curse.

So they became cursed men.

And as weeks turned to months,

their minds took

to places they should not...

where a man sees only doubt

and has no worth at all.

On my wedding day

I knew my marriage would have no love.

Yet still I took my vows to God.

I honoured and obeyed

my commitments daily.

You think we are not the same, Thomas,

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