Restoration Page #8

- She was ill, Sire ?

Yes, and l was led to believe

that a colleague of yours,

a certain John Pearce,

was responsible for her recovery.

However, Celia

thinks differently.

And her suspicions

were confirmed...

when a midwife carrying

a very young child...

came to our palace

in search of one...

Robert Merivel.

Your child, l believe.

[ Gasps ]

Merivel.

l am not mistaken,

am l, Merivel,

about your love

for this place ?

No, Sire. There are here in Bidnold

certain combinations of color...

l do not think exist

anywhere else in the world.

Yes, quite.

Yes, your man Gates sent to us

and told us that...

you had returned

to your house.

My house, Sire ?

Yes.

l am giving you Bidnold...

until my reign is over

and another age comes.

What was taken from you

is restored to you...

in return for the lives

you've saved...

and the man that

you have become.

lt is your house, Merivel.

And l shall never

take it from you.

And l have commissioned

a portrait of you.

And it shall be called

''A Physician.''

[ Merivel Narrating ] The fire in its

fury has consumed the great plague.

Misfortune may leave behind

unlooked-for blessings,

none dearer than you,

my little Margaret.

l will return to the city

to my work as a doctor,

and the rebuilding

of the King's hospital.

The stars that

once confused me...

seem now to light a path

that is clear,

that l have in truth been traveling

for all these days.

Where l met what came

and left behind my sorrows.

And l'm traveling still.

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