The Reckoning Page #6

( chuckles )

Do you really believe

that your God has the power

to protect you?

No, nor the inclination.

Well, what kind of God is that?

The kind who allows his innocent

children to be murdered.

Well, since the beginning of time,

your God has had us killing

each other

under his various banners.

So I'll ask you again,

what kind of God is that?

Hm?

I don't claim to understand.

But I do believe.

Ah. The triumph of blind faith

over reason, huh?

But what you fail to understand...

is that between faith and reason

lies the only true god.

Power.

You mean the power of evil?

To murder without conscience?

We are taught that God

bears no responsibility for evil.

That evil springs not from him,

but from the freedom of choice

he has granted

to us.

Well, then, that freedom

is a thankless gift

if all the suffering in the world

is the price we must pay for it.

Sacrilege to the ears of a priest.

Sacrilege from the mouth of a priest.

No.

( chuckles )

And what crime drove you

into the arms

of traveling actors, Father?

Adultery.

How disappointing.

( yells )

And murder.

And you dare lecture me?

You and your companions

are free to leave.

You have my word

you will not be harmed.

And if we refuse?

Are you prepared to die?

Are you?

( chuckles )

Thomas Wells was taken

with the plague.

It is the one consolation

in all this.

He was dead before

you so much as touched him.

What did Brother Damian tell you?

Not the truth.

He dared not tell you the truth.

That he brought you a boy

touched with the plague.

You want to know why I did what I did?

Well...

because I wanted to.

And...

( inaudible )

because I...

could.

( sighs )

( door opens and shuts )

( crowd gasps )

Arrest them all.

Wait.

( panting )

Hold me.

( gasping )

( cries )

( gasping )

( sword clatters )

WOMAN:

Get him!

( crowd shouts indistinctly )

( gasping rapidly )

( gasping stops )

Godspeed, my friend.

His death was not in vain.

King Richard shall know of

the great service he rendered.

He didn't do it for you...

or your king.

Stephen? Straw?

Load up the cart.

We have to be off...

to Durham.

To perform our new play.

( slow, meditative theme

playing softly )

( crowd whispering indistinctly )

Let's go!

( slow, meditative theme

continues playing )

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