Last Knights Page #4

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Come and have a drink with me.

I'm no longer your lieutenant.

Raiden, wake up.

Here, drink this.

Let us get you home.

I'm fine.

- Let me help. You can barely walk.

- I don't need your help.

I'm fine.

You will not find anyone better than me

to teach your son how to wield a sword.

I gave you my offer.

And I don't see anyone else

here bidding on your talents.

So do you accept my offer?

'Cause I have no more time to waste.

Yeah, good luck with your son.

He's gonna need it.

And then I saw him coming

out of Gezza Mott's front gates.

How? He would have never been allowed

within the Minister's walls.

He's working as a metal worker's apprentice

and has an entirely new identity.

- I questioned others in the square about him.

- He must've been in desperate need of work.

I'm certain that the Minister

would pay handsomely to know

that one of Bartok's men

has created a false identity

in order to work right under his nose.

Shall we?

The first thing I'll do

with my newfound fortune

is obtain lodging closer

to drinking establishments.

- I like the sound of that.

- And then I'll earn my...

You're late.

Jim saw you leaving Gezza Mott's today.

He was gonna bring that information

to Gezza Mott with hopes of a reward.

I was left with no other choice.

- It is my fault.

- Not your fault.

Jim was willing to sacrifice

your life for his own rewards.

That's it, we cannot have

any more mistakes.

Do you have the credentials?

Gezza Mott's compound is now

the most fortified complex in the nation.

Gaining entry is not only going to be

difficult, it is probably impossible.

The only point of direct access

is here, at the main gates.

The drawbridge is raised at sundown,

when the day workers must exit.

It must be operated at both sides

at the same time in order to cross.

We have to take control of it

from the outside, here,

and the inside, here.

Past the main gates, soldiers' barracks.

250 soldiers sleep here every night,

fully armed and ready to fight. We won't

be able to fend them off if we wake them.

Once past the soldiers' barracks,

we must enter the garden maze.

It's the only way to traverse

the compound unseen.

Not only do I have to prune every tree,

but since the Minister's chambers

are set so high,

I have ensure the gardens

look good from above.

That brings us to the pavilion.

It is the only point of cover

before the castle.

If we are able to survive the torrent

of arrows raining down upon us,

we'll finally reach

the iron gates of the residence.

Absolutely impossible

to open from the outside.

- Sir, I must be going.

- Yes, of course.

- Where you going?

- To see his girl.

Why are we spending time on this

when we could be hearing

the young one's tales of innocence lost?

Leave the boy be. Mind yourself.

Here are the forged documents necessary

for working inside the compound.

I must do some repairs

to the roof of your watchtower.

The previous carpenter

did not do very good work.

With the wages they pay us,

who could blame him?

I sold three baskets today.

Something wrong?

I'm tired of eating nothing but rice.

If I was not the only one working,

perhaps we could afford something else.

Why are you still doing this?

There's no shame in feeling grief,

but destroying yourself

will not bring Lord Bartok back.

Spare me your insight.

That is all we have left.

- Why not stay in with me? Just one night!

- And watch you weave more baskets?

Please, Raiden!

Please.

I cannot do this for much longer.

Where is it?

- Where is it?

- What?

Your sword.

Oh.

Here it is.

I'm leaving.

I agree.

This is not the type of establishment

for a respectable woman.

I'm leaving you.

I have struggled with the hope

that you'd come back to me,

return to being the man I married.

But that you'd sell your sword

only proves you never will.

If you have something to say to me

to make me think otherwise,

now is the time.

Sir,

the Minister has been summoned.

His wisdom and loyalty

will forever be remembered.

Come with me.

Before his passing,

First Council recommended

I pay attention to

your dealings with the noblemen.

He believed your methods are exceeding

political and moral propriety.

There is a balance to be maintained

between dominance and patronage.

Your initial gesture as First Council

will be a new tax relief

for both the citizens and the noblemen.

It is the great honor of my life

to serve you in this capacity.

Your appointment also brings to an end

any and all bribes demanded

of the noblemen.

In your capacity as Minister,

there was sufficient distance between us

that I could allow you such freedom.

But no more. It is not needed.

And this obsession of yours with Raiden

will cease immediately.

You surround yourself

with more security than I.

It's an embarrassment to you.

He has already destroyed himself.

Accept that you've emerged

the stronger with some dignity.

Yes, Master.

I thank you for your guidance

and wisdom.

Does he not understand

that I'm under siege?

My Lord, I believe Raiden

is no longer a threat to you.

- Why?

- He has sold his sword.

And?

A warrior disposing of his sword

can only be interpreted in one way.

He has abandoned all attachment

to his former self.

You think to pacify me with this?

Who cares about a piece of metal?

Do you think

you can obscure your failure

to expose him by using this juvenile

warrior's code as justification?

Leave me.

I will decide what need be done.

Show yourself. Show yourself!

Show yourself!

My husband requests you.

These unfolding paths

have been quite interesting,

when you consider them.

As I ascend to the apex of my ambitions,

he sinks further into the abyss.

In recognizing that symmetry,

if you were him,

could you allow such a personal disgrace

and affront to go unanswered?

No.

So I've come to realize that we're dealing

with someone of such profound internal damage

that he has simply

not been pushed far enough.

Find me Lord Bartok's family.

Do you take issue

with anything asked of you?

Not at all.

And for this price,

there's not much

I would take issue with.

Commander.

I have a... surprise for you tonight.

A new selection.

And listen, no negotiating on this one.

She's still a virgin.

Raiden.

Raiden.

You have come for me.

What is wrong?

You have come to take me,

have you not?

Raiden.

Please! Please!

Please! No! No!

Raiden! Raiden!

Raiden!

Raiden, help me!

No!

No!

Don't leave me.

It is over.

There is nothing left to do.

Are you sure?

Perhaps he simply

didn't care for the girl.

Are you listening to me?

His master's daughter

was presented to him as a whore,

and he did nothing.

He cares for nothing.

Not honor, not his family, not himself,

and certainly not you.

At last,

I'm free of this.

Well done!

Well done!

I've marked where the urns are buried.

You did well.

We have planned,

we have sacrificed,

we have waited for the right moment.

And now...

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