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and observe.

We will meet again.

Your Majesty, Lady Margaret.

Good night, Your Majesty.

Margaret, you must go home

to your father in Scotland.

It's not safe here.

You know I can't go.

Yes, I know.

Oh, I wish you'd never left Scotland.

Then I never would have met you.

No fear can find me now.

Not with your eyes

to watch over me,

your hand to touch my face.

The day comes so brightly.

It seems there never was a night

at all.

A good beginning

for the new Protector, my Lord.

Protector...

Yes, we must protect

the young princes well.

If something were to happen to them,

the country would be in turmoil.

And yet, I fear that unless

something happens to them,

the country will be in turmoil.

England needs a man to rule,

Richard.

Perhaps.

And yet, I am a modest man.

What could possibly happen

to the young princes?

My Lord?

Ah, Mistress Shore,

you may descend.

Mistress Shore?

Yes.

I have something in mind

I think may interest you.

I trust that we did not

take you away

from your duties

to our mourning queen?

No, my Lord.

May I offer my sympathies

over the death of your brothers.

Thank you.

I suffer, but perhaps

England suffers more.

They were great men.

But history does not pause.

The pages keep... turning.

You could be of great service

to your country, Mistress Shore.

I? I am of no influence at court,

my Lord.

You underestimate your position.

Since the death of your mother,

you are the only person still alive

who was present at the birth

of the young princes.

That is true.

In the pain of birth,

a woman screams, cries out,

becomes confused in her mind.

She calls out the name

of the man dearest to her.

Often husband,

but sometimes, lover.

I don't understand.

With your help, Mistress Shore,

the birthright of the young princes

could be easily discredited.

Who would believe

such a monstrous lie?

- The Queen would...

- The Queen would do nothing!

You defend a woman

whose family stands accused

of murdering my brother?

- My Lord, if I may go.

- You may not!

You ask me to take away the legal

birthright of two innocent children!

Yes.

Ratcliffe,

escort Mistress Shore below.

Perhaps the great persuader Geldor

can convince her

where her loyalty lies?

Oh, no, my Lord!

I beg of you!

Don't! No!

If you change your mind,

Mistress Shore,

you may yet know,

I am a patient man.

Hurry, fool, let me in!

Well?

Despite all that we have done,

she still refuses to cooperate.

Hmm.

Mistress Shore,

are you content to die there,

or are you ready to grant

what I wish, huh?

Perhaps the taste of the rack would

be more to the lovely lady's liking.

Geldor!

It's not a pretty death,

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