Seventh Son Page #2

Mr. Ward. Mr. Ward!

You passed out.

You have spells, boy. What kind?

Sometimes I...

I see things.

Things that haven't happened yet.

Could be useful.

Not the passing out part, of course,

but the visions perhaps.

- What is that?

- You mean who?

This is Tusk.

Loyal as he is ugly.

These things that you see

in your visions,

can you alter them or are they fixed?

I... I don... I don't know.

I haven't really tried.

With a little help,

most of life's curses can be a gift.

There are my beauties.

Returned as I knew they would.

Tender them, Tusk.

- What is this place?

- Home sweet home.

This is incredible.

We must arm ourselves

for the journey to Pendle Mountain.

Come, Mr. Ward.

"The Falcons.

An order of noble knights...

dedicated to combating

the forces of darkness...

and responsible for passing

their knowledge and skills

to other seventh sons of seventh sons."

It... It says here that there are

a thousand of you.

That is a very old tapestry.

They all died

or were turned to darkness.

When you deal with dark,

dark gets in you.

So, you're the only one left?

So you're the only one left,

Master Gregory.

Thank you for reminding me.

How long is this apprenticeship

supposed to last?

Ten years...

for my last apprentice.

But with you,

I have less than one week.

- Why so short?

- That is when the blood moon will be full.

Happens once a century.

The last time,

it was followed by years of war.

Witches laid waste to cities.

The world is still recovering.

If we do not stop Mother Malkin...

before the next red moon sets...

- How can we possib...

- Enough. No more questions.

We leave at dawn. Stay in your chamber.

Master Gregory, if you want me to learn,

you have to explain things.

No time. We must get to Pendle Mountain

before Malkin assembles her minions.

There are witches that need killing.

F***ing witches.

Help me.

Help me.

Help.

You were told to stay in your chamber!

That was your first test, Mr. Ward.

And not surprisingly, you failed!

Test number two:
The Rowan staff.

Carved by the very first Falcon Knight.

The finest fighting staff there is.

Master it,

and you can master any weapon.

Show me what you are!

I paid good money for you. I think

your father deceived me of your worth.

Are you not the seventh son

of a seventh son?

You ought to be seven times

as strong as a normal man.

Your mam,

she did not put up much of a fight

to keep you, did she?

You are worthless.

There is not enough time.

You'll be dead in a week.

- Good aim.

- I was aiming for your head.

Missed.

Teach me.

Please.

With the blood moon's rise

and Malkin's arrival,

the creatures of the dark

will be more frequent...

and more powerful.

These are her lieutenants.

This is Radu.

He has an army of assassins.

Throw the knife.

Go.

Salt and iron... they are crucial.

Salt burns. Iron bleeds away the strength

of any creature of the dark.

Tincture of copper, for flesh wounds.

Silverbane... repels witches.

Ogre scrotum...

for your own enjoyment. Follow.

Stone Chuckers... they're not

to be confused with Cattle Rippers.

What's the difference?

Stone Chuckers chuck stones.

Cattle Rippers rip cattle.

The names are fairly self-evident.

Verbanum... guards against spells.

That... That is disgusting.

What does that kill?

Cowardice.

Sarikin takes the form of a leopard.

Virahadra is the king of swords.

Your consistency is admirable, Mr. Ward.

Of all of them,

Malkin is the strongest.

She is the queen.

You know what?

I've seen Mother Malkin in my visions.

It's gonna take a lot more

than salt and iron to defeat her.

You leave Malkin to me.

Continue your studies.

My queen!

A gift... to commemorate your return.

My finest assassins.

Radu.

You spoil me.

But you must keep your gifts.

You will need them more than I.

Have you forgotten?

There are Spooks buried all over this

mountain who thought they could slay me.

When the blood moon is full,

Gregory will be next.

Did you look at me?

Never, never look at me.

Your finest assassins?

You may keep them.

Mother.

She's dangerous.

She's my sister.

She healed me, Alice.

By the time the moon is full,

she will rule this land,

and we will be there by her side.

No more hiding from men.

No more fearing them.

Right.

Just fearing her.

I would never let her hurt you.

And now go,

and keep an eye on that Spook.

What are you doing here?

Swimming in the moonlight.

Turn around.

What was that?

It is said that when a witch

first touches by moonlight

the man with whom she's meant

to walk hand in hand...

there's a blue spark.

So you are a witch.

My father is a gypsy.

My mother is a witch.

So that makes me a witch.

She's all I have.

We're not all evil, you know,

as your master would have you believe.

Some of us are good.

Some are bad.

And the rest are simply unaware.

And what kind are you?

So, where are you headed?

To Pendle Mountain.

Why do you want to be like him?

He treats you worse than a dog,

calls witches abominations.

Have you been spying on us?

Yes.

For who?

Someone who calls people abominations.

What is that?

That...

is Tusk.

He's having a bad dream,

by the sounds of it.

I wonder what monsters

have nightmares about.

Humans, probably.

Have you been writing down what you have

learned in your journal as I've instructed?

I have a good memory for facts.

Do you now?

Do you remember the difference

between a ghost and a ghast?

A ghost is a full spirit. A ghast

is a fragment of a spirit who's moved on.

Correct.

Oh. Pardon.

Aim, Tusk, for God's sake.

- What is that?

- The bell. I'm being summoned.

Tusk. Best make yourself scarce.

Are you Gregory?

That depends on who is inquiring.

You are cordially invited

to the walled city.

The Inquisitor has instructed me

to return you there, now.

This will cost us two days' journey.

If it is anything less than a Boggart,

we are on our way.

- What's a Boggart?

- You do not want to know.

The devil is upon us.

There will be slaughter.

The signs of evil are everywhere.

And now we have this beast,

unlike anything we've seen before.

No priest dares go near it.

I thought perhaps

you might better protect us.

Flattery is fine. Gold is finer.

Feels a bit light.

You'll get the rest

when the job is done.

Of course.

Malkin's most bloodthirsty lieutenant.

He has killed more of my kind

than all of the rest put together.

His name is Urag.

It took three regiments

to secure the creature.

- I was the only one to survive.

- Leave us.

- Secure the doors!

- Clear out.

I fight him alone.

- Why?

- Ancient code of honor.

More importantly,

I prefer not to split the reward.

You've chosen

the wrong profession, boy.

The cage! Grab on to the cage!

Jump!

Silverbane!

We are not finished. Oil!

We must kill him for good.

Move the cauldrons!

Do it.

Unless you prefer to eat his heart.

I can't do this.

I'm not like you.

Not yet.

But you will be!

Get back.

All of you, move back.

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