Witchfinder General Page #2

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and I want Sara far away

before it arrives.

Surely Suffolk should be free

from the King's armies.

It's not only the King's armies

which bring death this year.

A lack of order in the land

encourages strange ideas.

You mean more rebellion?

I'm sorry,

you have worries enough already.

But give me your word that

you will soon take Sara away from here

and you shall ask her consent tonight.

-You have my word on that, sir.

-Good, Richard. Good.

That's right, my dear.

Master Richard Marshall.

Farm boy into soldier.

Welcome back, Master Marshall.

I'm glad to be back, Mistress Sara.

By the way, Sara,

I expect the meal at the usual time.

Yes, Uncle.

Your uncle has agreed to our marriage.

Richard.

Oh, the army has taught you

rough manners.

Sara, why is he frightened?

There have been threats to us

since you were last here.

-Threats? Why?

-We've been called papists and idolaters,

and filth chalked up on the walls.

They say we're King's creatures

and should be pilloried and worse.

Who says these things?

We've become outcasts in our own village.

Rest easy.

Now, no one shall harm you.

I put my oath to that.

Have you arranged a day

for the wedding, Richard?

No, sir.

Much depends on how the armies move.

Remember, it must be soon.

But how certain are your fears

of this danger?

Perhaps just an old man's bad dream,

and being an old man,

I must early to my bed.

-Good night, my dear.

-Good night, Uncle.

Oh, and Sara, remember to see

the doors are well bolted.

Yes, Uncle.

And Richard,

don't keep Mistress Sara up too late.

Country women need full eight hours

in their beds

if they're to be proper wives and mothers.

-Goodnight, Cornet.

-Goodnight, sir.

And will you make a proper wife

and mother, Sara?

I still have much to learn, Richard.

I'll teach you.

Now, didn't your uncle just say

you must early to bed?

-He did.

-And isn't he a wise man?

-He is.

-Right.

How much further, Matthew?

You will not call me Matthew.

I'm not one of your drinking cronies,

carousing and wenching in the taverns.

Aye, you're not that, sir.

Remember, John Stearne, you ride with

me only because you help me in my work.

-Oh, you call it work?

-It's the Lord's work, a noble thing...

And a profitable one.

The Good Lord paying in silver

for every hanging.

That is blasphemy, Stearne.

Hold your tongue.

I'm merely an honest man

who helps you get your confessions.

The law has prescribed due methods

of interrogation.

And I have been blessed with the skills

to carry them out.

Oh, stop your gabbling.

We have work to do in Brandeston.

Who is it this time?

-The message tells of a priest.

-A priest?

One who gives worship to Satan

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