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you wear, but they'll hold the castle.

Not for England...

not for God...

but for me.

Winter's soon,

so if I'm not back by first snowfall,

take your sister to your aunt,

give her this. Hm?

Work hard.

Be polite.

And what's written here is true?

From my ears to this paper, Sire.

Tiberius, six of your fastest scouts

to Rochester.

Instruct them to hold the castle.

- Kill anyone they find there.

- Hyah!

Money.

And you know these men?

So what does that make you?

Worthless.

There it is.

Looks small from here.

That...small castle...

controls all the land

as far as you can see.

Be patient, Squire.

As long as there's women.

- What say you?

- I bring business from Archbishop Langton.

Isabel!

We have company.

I have told you before,

I will not tolerate drinking.

You won't tolerate anything.

My Lord. We have men at the gate.

I tolerate the politics

of the King, Isabel.

Our marriage

was arranged for land and wealth.

It would be well

if you were to remember that.

And he owns us, body and soul.

Open the gates! Let 'em in!

You arrive unexpected,

Baron de Albany.

What matter

does His Grace send this late?

That we claim this castle

in the name of the rebellion.

If your visit is to claim

my castle, Baron...

you're too late.

Unusual saddles.

- Danish.

- What was that?

They're Danish.

They arrived last night.

The King's scouts.

His army is less than a day away.

Oaks, get the guard here quickly.

That one was at Darnay Castle

two days ago.

Aargh!

Argh!

No. No, no!

Marshal, down!

Yargh!

Baron.

Stand down! Stand down!

Listen to me.

By the archbishop, we claim this castle

in the name of the rebellion.

The rebellion's over.

The King surrendered to the great charter.

Magna Carta.

This one sealed by the King's own hand.

And now...

he's executing everybody who supported it.

But does the Pope know that the Archbishop

is claiming royal castles, against the King?

I watched as three

of my brothers were killed

by the soft hand of a king that is

murdering his way across the country.

And he does so

with the Pope's blessing.

The French army make sail any day now.

Giving us...a new king.

A true king.

Seal the gates.

Lock all the doors! Move!

And, Oaks, no one else comes in.

Very well.

Well, Marshal...

you got us our castle.

- What is your strength, Captain?

- Eleven men-at-arms.

- We have less than 20 men?

- And these walls.

- They've never been breached.

- Does the keep have a portcullis?

- It does.

- Good.

- Once it's down, no one gets in.

- Water. Where is the supply?

From the Well. Draws straight from the river.

No one here gets thirsty.

- it's good, it's not sick or brackish?

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