Blood on Satan's Claw Page #2

l wanna be back to the farm.

There's to be a wedding.

A wedding?

Yeah. l heard.

But Ma sent me and Mark away.

T'ain't right.

l found summat.

Here, let us see.

- No.

- Come on, Angel.

Thou must do a forfeit.

- (Boy) Angel.

- (Angel laughs)

(Cathy) Wait for me!

(Door closing)

(Sighs) 'Tis a sorry day for us all.

Young master's heart is quite broke.

(Tuts) Poor lass.

Whatever will become of her

in that terrible place?

(Horses' hooves)

Oh.

Mistress Banham. Mistress Banham!

Mistress, where be you?

Did the mistress come this way, sir?

- l think not.

- Well, l can't see her nowhere.

She'm disappeared.

''..and let fall some of the handfuls

on purpose for her

''and leave them and she might glean them

and rebuke her not.''

Tell me, why was Boaz

thus gentle toward Ruth?

- For...

- Yes, boy?

For he were a man and she were a woman.

(Laughter)

lt was the will of God that he knew of her.

(Whispers) Go on, show it.

How can you glean any benefit

for your souls

if you will not listen to the holy writ?

As the Lord himself hath said,

''Those who have ears to hear,

let them hear.''

Uh!

Ann, give me that.

She ain't got nothing, Reverend.

(Screams)

Angela.

Give me that bag.

Plain vanished, Reverend.

Given up the chase, have you?

(Man) We done our best, sir.

We searched everywheres, hereabout.

ln heaven's name, she cannot have

gone far. Search again. Be off with you.

(Man) Silly old fool. Why don't he go

and search 'is bloody self?

(Thunder)

(Door closing)

They've lost the scent completely, milord.

My hounds could have done better.

She must have the constitution of an ox.

She was a sick woman.

lndeed, Your Honour, as you say,

she was a sick woman.

l must confess, sir,

l fear there's something very strange afoot.

Did you hear what Gower turned up

with his plough?

Justice Middleton, l myself

examined the furrows.

There was nothing.

Nothing. Of course.

Unless it were witchcraft.

There have been some cases.

Witchcraft?

Hm.

Damnable business, Mr Edmonton, eh?

Fear nothing. The hunt goes on.

Milord, will you sup with me tonight?

Only humble fare but the finest

in the shire.

Thank you, Squire.

l remain here tonight.

The lady was a dear friend of mine.

Naturally. Out of respect.

Well, gentlemen, l take my leave.

There's evil in this house.

You must cleanse your mind

of such fancies.

Would they had taken me with her.

Time will relieve all.

And rest.

Go to your room and l'll go to mine.

Ellen...

my candle.

(Thunder)

(Low creaking)

Ah!

(Thunder)

(Sighs)

(Gasps)

(Choking)

Water, Ellen, and bandages.

Send Ralph to get the doctor.

My lord, when l heard

of Ralph Gower's discovery,

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