The War Lord Page #5

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then butchery it shall be.

Draco!

My glorious brother.

Draco...

Come, boy.

Keep her with you here.

My lady...

(Horn blows)

(War cries)

Wait! Hold!

(Cheering)

For this gift of my son,

I'll give you all I can.

Rank, riches, land.

Cross the water with us.

No.

Why no?

Go with him.

You and she get clear of this mess.

I can't give up this place.

This place is no longer yours

to give up.

It was Draco's for a moment.

Soon the Duke will send another party.

Another lord to carry out

what Draco promised,

and what will you do

to save her then?

Kill him? And then the next?

And then the Duke himself?

If you'd give my lady sanctuary...

My roof is hers.

I'll bring her to you.

So you send her to the Frisians?

Such fierce nobility!

And then what?

I go to the Duke.

The Duke? Why?

To make ghosts of us?

To put right somehow

all I've set wrong here.

You talk like a ballad singer.

Do penance?

Plead for these marsh rabbits?

The Duke will have your head on a pole

and mine along with it!

Don't go, then, Bors.

You get free of this.

Your father set me

to ride at your back

when you were too small

to reach the saddle.

God help me, I've ridden

too many miles there to leave now.

(Screams)

Bronwyn!

(Screams)

Bronwyn!

Listen to me.

I can't take you to that...

...that far place, not for a while.

I'll be with you, always.

Wherever you go.

So you go now to the north.

Oh, no! I want to stay with you.

No, you can't. I have to stay here.

But if you go, I go too.

You stand up now.

And go.

And we both go.

Oh, Bors...

I'm tired.

I hurt.

(Gasping)

Rainault!

Hold this place till...

...till I come back.

You hold it well.

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