Ironclad: Battle for Blood Page #2

Your friend had a hard night.

Sweet whore, sour beer.

You know, I'm not holding you to

this. No one's forcing you to come.

When I owe a man, I pay him.

How many this week,

Mr. Pierrepoint?

Six men, two women and a dog.

Varlets and flunkeys,

every one of 'em.

And let me tell you,

the dog was a b*tch.

Ever take the head of someone

who was fighting back?

Let me finish up here,

and I'll show you.

What has your man done?

Man?

This here's Mary, my friend.

Slit the throats of 12 men and

cut out the tongues of three.

This one you don't

mess with, brother.

How much?

- She ain't for sale.

- Everyone has a price.

Not this one. Her

head is gold to me.

We have what we need.

There's nothing for us here.

I'll give you two guineas.

Here.

Four and she's yours.

Show him some mercy.

Let a man trade for

a wretched soul.

I miscounted. It's five.

- You said four.

- That was for her head.

You want what's below it, that's

five guineas down to her toes.

You're in a murderous

business, sir.

And what business are you three

in wanting my friend here?

- We're hiring men to protect my home.

- Hmm.

I see. Very nice.

Pierrepoint!

That's the last time I catch

you selling prisoners!

Five guineas. It's two

for the price of one.

I'm coming as well.

I think he's even better

when you're fighting back.

We don't want trouble with the law.

I think we've already got that.

And ourselves another two men.

Then it's a deal.

Four men and one woman.

Three men,

one woman and a son

of a filthy whore.

So now that I'm a bought

woman, do I call you master?

My name's Hubert.

Master Hubert.

Your friend seems quite loyal.

Was he also at Rochester?

His name is Berenger.

Saved his life in a skirmish once,

he's had the strange notion

that he owes me ever since.

You didn't ask about Mother.

I trust my aunt is well.

As well as could be expected.

And what of Cousin Blanche?

She's still the same spoiled

princess she always was?

Worse since she returned from

schooling in France without a prince.

She's eager to hear

about the rebellion.

How you fought against

the king at Rochester.

Let's go. Hyah!

They're coming, boys!

Hurry to position!

Here they come! Get those

rocks down here now!

Come on! Move it!

All right, where are those rocks?

Whatever you've got,

I want 'em here now!

They didn't waste any time.

However we approach we'll be seen.

- Is there a sally port?

- Yes. At the far side of the castle.

Then that's our way in.

- They'll get there before we do.

- Well, we came for a fight.

Do your serfs have a keen eye?

- Keen enough.

- Then let's go, brother.

Kill them all!

There are too many of them!

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