Season Of The Witch Page #2

Will you serve the Church once more?

I cannot.

You swore an oath to God.

Have you been released from this vow?

My vow is to God.

Not the men who murder in His name.

You know the penalty for desertion.

I ask you again...

...Behmen of Bleibruk.

Do you serve God and the Church?

I serve the Church no more.

In there. Both of you.

What do they do

with deserters anyway?

Hang them?

Burn them?

- Probably both.

- I don't know.

If I have any say in the matter,

I'd prefer hanging.

- ls that the witch?

- That is not what I see.

FELSON:
The priest said she confessed.

We both know the Church

can be most persuasive.

I am sorry I put you into this, Felson.

No. As dungeons go,

this one's not so bad.

We spent nights in much

worse places than this.

At least I have. What is that smell?

That would be you.

"l serve the Church no more."

Did you see the priest's face?

Looked like someone pissed

in his holy water.

MAN:
They are godless people! Infidels!

They have sinned against God

and against His only son, Jesus Christ!

They must be punished!

You want to speak with the cardinal?

Tell him we will deliver the girl

to Severac on one condition:

that she is given a fair trial.

You cannot bargain with the Church.

This is not for your Church.

And we will need our weapons returned.

And all charges dismissed.

We are here. The abbey is here.

The distance is nearly 400 leagues.

That's roughly six days' travel.

- As you can see, we charted a course.

- You would lead us through here?

That is the most direct route, yes.

Across a river, through...

...300 leagues of heavy forest

and a mountain pass.

This forest is called Wormwood.

It's not a place to be trifled with.

Men have lost their way there,

never to be seen again.

Tell me, priest, have you ever

made the journey yourself?

- No.

- Naturally.

DEBELZAQ:
But these are

the best maps in the land.

But we would do better to have a guide.

You know, someone who

has traveled from here to there.

Tax collector perhaps, merchant.

There is someone, but...

Ah, visitors.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

Perhaps you'd like to pelt me

with fruit or kick me in the groin.

You're Hagamar? The swindler?

Yes... I mean, no!

I'm Hagamar,

but I never swindled anyone.

I sold relics. Genuine relics.

Where did you sell your trinkets?

Everywhere. I have happy

customers from here to Prague.

- And Severac?

- Yes, the monks.

I sold them the tail of an ass

ridden in the flight from Egypt.

At a bargain, I'm sure.

Then you know the way to the abbey.

Like the back of my hand.

I'd be happy to draw you a map, only...

The bailiff is prepared to pardon you.

On one condition:

you serve as our guide to Severac.

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