Ironclad: Battle for Blood Page #5

- It's an underground stream.

- They can't touch it.

This is where the son was killed.

- Who killed him?

- I did.

- Pitch?

- It's gone.

And we're low on stones

for the missiles.

We can break up that

buttress by the ditch.

Just so we know,

who's in charge here?

Until this is over, you

take orders from my cousin.

Tell your fellows the same.

Master.

You gave him the family money.

I had to. Or they

wouldn't have come.

- You could have brought others.

- No, I couldn't.

You didn't have to

give him Father's money.

I told you, I had no choice.

Besides, Father isn't here anymore.

And look what you bring us.

Rats from the gutter to save us.

- But Blanche, please, I've told you...

- Enough.

- Your father lies dead.

- He...

I've raised my children

better than this.

He gave our cousin Father's

money to come here.

You knew.

It was your brother's decision.

He is the master now.

No. He will never be my master.

To the battlements!

What are they doing?

Come and fight us, you bastards!

Oh, there, there.

Run, Miss Kate, run!

- They're in the tower!

- No! It's what they want.

To pull us from the walls so they

can attack. Keep everyone here.

In the chimney!

Let her go!

Please let me go! Please. Please.

Let her go and you'll live!

English!

Ogre.

Form the attack.

Form the attack.

Get some men to the gates!

Come on, come on.

What is it?

You know you're free to go.

- If there's a debt, it's been paid.

- Not yet.

That still leaves a boy

who paid me to come here.

What's a hired man

without his word?

A man who ain't hired no more.

A long ride through

France taught us that.

That's all we are, brother.

Swords for hire.

Willing to shed a cup

of blood now and then.

Well, that's me.

What's keeping you here?

Like you said, what's a hired man

who doesn't stick to his word?

You sure there wouldn't be a

lord's daughter keeping it too?

She looks like a sweet one.

What do you know of that?

Had a couple of sweet whores.

Nothing else?

There was one.

I was just a boy.

I walked all the way to

Bicknor County to see her.

But she died the winter

before I got there.

I'm sorry about your wife.

The best a man could have.

I used to tell her I loved her.

"Of course you do, you

great lump," she'd say.

You find a woman like that...

you hold onto her for dear life.

What do you make of him?

Our singing executioner?

Executioners? Sh*t 'em.

When so much is taken

from those left behind...

it feels as though we

die a piece at a time.

Sometimes it hardens what remains.

Perhaps.

If you should, uh,

choose it that way.

There was a spirit in you as a boy.

Born for trouble, your

mother would say.

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