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Most thieves|take valuable things.

They usually don't bring them.

This is a Gothic pixis...

...and this is the kind of design|they were making in Canterbury...

...at the end of|the 12th century.

It has emeralds and rubies.

Why did the two men sleep here?

They could've booked|a suite at the Ritz.

So, you said that you got these|out of their pockets?

That's right.

Except the sausage.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.

This stamp ring is fantastic.

My family's coat of arms.

Sergeant,|can I meet these thieves?

Master, I'm hungry.

My tummy rumbles like a beast.

How can you think of food|after such tragedy?

Yes.

What I would not give|to see once more my precious...

My lord!|Look, she's alive!

Rosalind.|My fair Rosalind.

My bride.|My ravishing flower.

Mistress! My mistress!

What are you doing?

It is a miracle. A miracle.

Do I know you?

Do you not recognize me,|my lady?

I am the Count of|Malfete and Papincourt...

...the Duke of Anjou.

I am your faithful Thibault.

You're who?

And I am Andre le Pate,|valet of the count.

Please, forgive me|for what I did to you...

...my dear Rosalind.

My name isn't Rosalind.|It's Julia.

No! You are my Rosalind.

The lock of hair you gave me|on our wedding day.

I carry it over my heart.

Please, my love,|see for yourself.

You see?

It is the color of wheat|on a summer's day.

The color of candle light.

It is your own.

Stop this!

That's enough!|Rosalind!

You'll be safer outside!

Do not leave me!|Do not be afraid!

You don't want to see this.

Courage is our creed!

Courage is our creed!

Wait, stop!|I know this man!

"Courage is our creed."

That's our family motto.

This man is my cousin.

It's in here.|You see, I thought he was dead.

He disappeared when a storm...

...capsized his yacht|during the Admiral's Cup.

They never recovered|his body...

...so, of course,|declared him dead.

He was a very distant|French cousin of mine...

...but as the last living Malfete,|I inherited his estate.

If he's your cousin...

...what do you want me|to do with him?

Sire.

Why does Lady Rosalind|call herself Julia...

...and allow us|to be beaten and chained?

Peasant...

...this is not our time.

The wizard|did not send us into the past.

He sent us|into the next millennium.

We are thirty generations|removed from Malfete.

Julia is not my beloved.

She's my descendant.

Descendant?

Amber, it's Julia.

Could you get me Hunter?|It's important.

That rabbit of yours|is on the phone again.

Hey, bunny. What's up?

Thibault Malfete|just showed up at the museum.

Thibault Malfete?

That's impossible.|Isn't he supposed to be...

I know.|Are you sure it's him?

He looks exactly|like his photos.

Hunter,|he quoted the family motto.

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