Tower of London Page #5

Perhaps you were a bit premature.

But only a moment.

Ah, milord Archbishop.

Did not the Queen accompany you?

She has this day

taken a vow of the cloister.

Oh.

Well, then,

perhaps she will pray for me.

But are we ready?

All are not yet assembled,

my Lord.

They delay deliberately.

So they would show me

their displeasure?

Very well, then,

I will show them mine.

That does not have my blessing

in order to solemnify the coronation.

You must mumble phrases

over these and me to make me king.

It is for the church to confirm

and make holy your kingship.

I made myself King.

You may bless me if you will.

But I bless England

with my own hands.

Open the door, priest!

The people wish to see their King!

Your potion, as I promised!

This will bring back your speech.

Here. Drink!

Justin!

Margaret! The keys!

Oh, Justin!

The coach is waiting.

There's no time to lose.

Tyrus! Tyrus!

- Tyrus.

- No, don't wait.

Go. Go while you can!

Godspeed...

This was a day

I had always planned for you.

King Richard...

and Queen Anne.

Still, you live within me.

You are Queen.

Your Majesty,

Lady Margaret has escaped!

Estaped?

Speak, traitor!

How long have they been gone?

Long enough to be safe.

This is not your first betrayal,

physician.

Pretending to cure my grief,

you put evil spirits into my mind.

Dreams, you said they were!

Ghosts that came to haunt me

out of my own nightmares!

You tried to drive me to madness!

I am dead already.

You still breathe!

Only to tell you

I shall rest easy in my grave.

But you...

And you...

You die, physician.

And the specters

that bedeviled my brain die with you.

I am free at last.

I shall know peace now.

Our scouts tell us that Margaret

and Justin have reached Lord Stanley,

and that he is bringing his armies

into the field about here.

Bosworth?

You know this place?

It's but a small village

in a remote area.

No...

No, I've never heard of it!

Bosworth...

How could dead men have known?

Ghosts with no more substance

than the shades of night.

It was not within their power

to know.

The future is not preordained.

I say that man

controls his own destiny!

Your Majesty.

Why do I cringe, Ratcliffe?

I have nothing to fear.

Did not those same ghosts tell me

no mortal hand would kill me?

If Bosworth is where he wants battle,

then Bosworth it is!

Stanley camps there.

His armies will be rested.

The long march will tire us.

Let England know

it has a king who would fight!

These are my orders!

We march at daybreak!

I will issue the orders immediately,

Your Majesty.

Please, get out!

The wind blows from Bosworth!

Buckingham?

Can a ship sink on land, Richard?

Need the rats desert?

Do not mock me, Buckingham.

You will drown, Richard.

The land will turn to a sea of blood!

I can shut you out.

Do you hear me?

I can shut you!

There! Do you hear me?

I will prevail!

I am the King!

I will prevail!

I am the King!

Your Majesty, it is most urgent!

This just arrived by courier

from the north.

"We are out of Richmond."

"Cross the Channel from France

with a full army

and join Stanley at Bosworth."

"Bosworth."

Then the riddle is answered.

Now we know what Bosworth meant.

Your Majesty,

we cannot attack now.

Shall we run?

Shall the last thing England

sees of me be my crooked back?

Does not right lie with the crown?

Then right will triumph!

Stanley and Richmond will share

the same headsman's block.

I say, we march!

Your last march, Richard.

Physician?

You prescribe from the grave?

Not my grave,

but the graves of those

you tortured and murdered.

Their spirits shall rise against you

and your own madness

will destroy you.

This has always won my battles,

physician.

And it will win them again!

Gaze at the dawn, Richard;

the same dawn that rises now

over Bosworth.

Its light shall fill your eyes

for the last time today.

Look long, milord.

Feel the warmth of day,

for after it

comes the long, cold, night.

The clay will break again

for me tomorrow,

and for many tomorrows to come!

Do you hear me?

I will live!

Is this defeat,

that I stand alone here?

Where are the sons of battle?

Where are the cowards

who carried my banners?

Is this defeat?

No.

No, I say it is victory!

I am still alive!

I am alive!

And you, sun!

You were born this morning,

but you are dying now.

Richard still lives

to see you born again.

To win the final victory.

Where are my troops?

We are here, Richard.

We, your knights and men-at-arms.

Then rally to your King.

The day can still be won!

You're dead!

Damn you, stay dead!

Does death so appeal to you,

that you seek it twice?

He's come to his final madness.

What could he have seen

that drove him to his death?

Justice.

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