Flesh+Blood Page #4

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Must've been my father.

But we are to be married.

- You surely know that much.

- Yes. But I've refused.

Why? Don't I please you?

You're pleasing enough.

But I don't need a wife now.

She'd distract me from what I want to do.

What's that?

To be a scholar and a scientist.

To investigate nature

and invent new things.

And I don't need any woman for that.

Where are you going?

Riding.

And I don't need any man for that!

Agnes! Don't be childish. Wait!

What are you doing in this filthy place?

Are you looking for something?

I read a book in the convent library,

about love and black magic.

There was a passage I found fascinating.

- What was it about?

- A magic root. Mandrake.

It grows in a place like this.

If a man and a woman eat of it,

they will love each other forever.

Did it also say why you have to dig

in this particular spot?

The nuns inked out

that passage very carefully.

When a man is hanged, he comes...

and his semen spills to the ground.

That's where your mandrake sprouts.

Explains why the passage was inked out.

There, what did I tell you? Mandrake.

Here, half each.

Eat it,

and we'll love each other forever.

- Rubbish.

- Have you ever tried it?

Of course not.

Any scholar will tell you it's nonsense.

And you want to investigate nature.

I thought real scientists

didn't believe in hearsay...

that they had to investigate everything

for themselves.

Well, I'll eat it.

I like to try things out for myself.

All right.

I believe it's working.

I feel...

strange inside.

Agnes, don't you think

that's a plain old turnip?

No.

It's a magic root.

I'm tingling all over my body.

Here, feel.

Feel how my heart is beating for you.

Nothing will ever keep us apart now.

- Who are they?

- Pilgrims.

Just some monks on a pilgrimage.

- May we give alms?

- Of course.

Here.

- Alms, sir. Alms for the love of God?

- Remember the pilgrims.

- Thank you, my lord.

- For the love of God.

- Bless you.

- Alms, sir.

Alms for the poor. Please.

Thank you.

God will bless you.

- Alms, sir?

- For the love of God.

- Thank you, madam.

- God bless you.

Thank you, little scholar.

- Let's get them.

- Father!

An ambush!

Watch out!

Get inside! Move!

The sticks, get them out of the wheels.

Inside.

To the wagons.

Get in!

This is from me to you...

for my babe!

Let's go. Come on!

Get out of the wagon!

All right, guys, let's go.

Mama, we're rich!

We're rich! The statue was right!

The girl!

It's Arnolfini, my former patron.

Get him a jug of wine.

We'll make him welcome.

We've been ambushed...

by some of those damn mercenaries

you drove out of the city.

What were you doing there?

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