Tower of London Page #5

You say that your motives

are honorable?

Those who suspect treason

in others

should first look

into their own hearts for loyalty.

The rumors will fly on swift wings.

It was a brilliant stroke, my Lord.

Who will know now

what to believe?

Are the princes legitimate,

or are they not?

And the doubt must be created

over and over again.

It shall be done.

And what of Buckingham?

I couldn't read his face

when I made the announcement.

Does he follow in my shadow?

I only know he is a clever man

of much influence.

He is well-known

wanting to cast his own shadow.

Hm, well, I must know how he thinks

in order to trust him fully.

I will bring you a full report.

Yes.

And one not colored

by your own desires, Ratcliffe, hmm?

Did I startle you, my Lord?

No! You're dead!

Why do you retreat, my Lord?

You were not afraid of me

while I lived.

You're dead! I saw you die!

By such a ghostly weapon,

you will die.

You left so suddenly, my Lord.

Wouldn't you rather look

at my back?

Is it not attractive

as a woman's back should be?

See, my Lord, it is not deformed

as is your own.

Do not mock me!

Why do you hate

the young princes so, my Lord?

Is it because they stand

in your way to the throne?

Or is it because you have

no children of your own

to bear your name?

You had your chance!

Get out! Leave me alone!

Is your crooked back

and your limping leg

so repulsive to your wife

that she cannot abide

your embraces?

Am I not graceful, my Lord?

Get out.

Get out!

Come, Richard.

Come to my embrace.

You...

You...

Anne!

Anne!

When I was summoned,

I found Richard

still holding his wife in his arms.

In his grief, his mind wandered.

He talked of ghosts and specters,

and of evil things that haunted him.

We have been seeking proof.

Perhaps that proof can be found

in Richard's mind.

Tyrus, in all your medicine,

have you no key to unlock

the closed doors of the mind?

Your Majesty,

there are herbs from the east

which bring peace,

and lower the brain's defenses.

And does it not seem, Tyrus,

that Richard sorely needs

such peace?

He must be convinced that he does.

What is it?

It is Tyrus, milord.

I must talk to you.

TYrus?

What do you want?

I fear for your health, milord.

My health?

Your cries were so loud

that I heard them

when I passed your room.

My cries?

What cries?

I was asleep.

Well, a nightmare, perhaps?

It seemed as if you were

struggling with someone,

as though to protect the Duchess.

My wife is dead!

What else did I cry out

in my sleep?

I heard nothing else, milord,

but others may have heard

something before I passed.

Tyrus, you are a learned man.

Versed in knowledge

denied other men.

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