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LYSSA:

I have no intention of getting used

to it.

She goes over to a small cistern and fills a wooden bucket.

LYSSA:

Take off your clothes. I'm going to

scrub you down.

COLWYN:

(aghast)

What?

LYSSA:

We're almost married.

COLWYN:

We're not married yet.

LYSSA:

Well, then you can go up to the

parapet and I'll hand the buckets up

to you.

Colwyn looks at the stone stairs leading to the top of the

tower.

COLWYN:

Do I have to?

(looks at Lyssa, sighs)

I have to.

He starts up the stairs.

EXT. ROAD CROSSING - DAY

A column of mounted Slayers waits at the crossing for

another column to reach the intersection. The first column

falls in beside the second as it passes, forming a double

column.

Farther down the road waits LORD MODRED, a Slayer like the

others, but distinguished by the leopard embroidered on his

chest and by his lance, which bears a pennon affixed to its

head:
ermine, a leopard courant sable. As the double column

reaches him, he wheels and leads them down the road, lance

upright.

INT. QUEEN'S BEDROOM - DAY

Turold and Rowan at the Queen's bedside.

QUEEN:

Lord Rowan is one of Lyssa's

godfathers. He will defend her in

the ceremony. I wish that Lord

Modred were here. He is a godfather

of her own blood.

TUROLD:

Modred has treated with the Dark

Ones.

ROWAN:

Modred! Impossible!

TUROLD:

He leads a group of Slayers, under

the leopard banner.

QUEEN:

For some, the lure of power is

stronger than the ties of blood. No

matter. I had hoped to have the

wedding next spring, Lord Turold,

with all the nobles of the kingdom

in attendance. But Fate and this war

have ordained otherwise.

TUROLD:

It is important to assure the

succession.

QUEEN:

Yes.

The Queen smiles and beckons Turold closer. He kneels beside

the bed.

QUEEN:

I will tell you something you did

not know, Turold. Had it been my

choice, all those years ago, I would

have chosen you for my king. But my

parents chose otherwise.

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