Previously on Reign...
My father cut off my mother's head.
My sister jailed me
as a threat to her rule.
- Lord Castleroy. - Greer, get back!
You have been named by another suspect in the attempted murder of King Francis.
He's in prison. He'll never be free again.
We have crippling military debts.
France is in debt to her soldiers
who fought on Scotland's behalf.
You and father executed 13 knights
on the trumped-up charge of heresy.
Simply because you couldn't pay them.
I am under attack
by a rogue group calling themselves
the Red Knights.
I'm going to ask the Vatican for funds
to wage war against John Knox.
He is trying to take my country.
Mother?
Wait, there's been a mistake!
Release the prisoner!
By my order, Anne Boleyn shall be pardoned!
Free her at once!
I said, release the prisoner!
By order of the queen!
Can no one hear me?
I order this to stop!
Let her go! Mother!
Mother! No.
Highness, it's all right.
It's just that dream again.
No one heard me, did they?
No, Your Highness.
Rest easy.
General Gaghan, I'm sorry to tell you
the threat is very grave.
That is why I traded the English ambassador
for your release.
A small but ruthless group
of anarchists have been staging attacks against the Crown.
And until we know more,
we need the French army to secure the throne.
Well, as soon as my soldiers are fully paid
for their service in Scotland,
I'm sure they will join me and the other generals
- in putting down any threat. - Which will be soon.
They will receive partial payment right away.
In the interim...
Majesty, there can be no interim or partial payment.
I was godfather to Francis
and would give my life freely, but my soldiers...
Will desert if they are not paid.
I understand.
How about this?
We show the generals and their men
how deeply we value their service
by holding a feast in their honor.
Majesty, you're very kind,
but know that a wealthy Greek prince
is coming to France in two weeks to raise an army...
with gold in hand.
Meaning our men will desert and join him as mercenaries.
Then tell your generals
they will receive the money their men are owed,
at the feast, in two weeks' time.
The generals will be very pleased.
- General Gaghan. - Majesty.
Good to see you.
I heard what you said.
Why didn't you tell him
those anarchists are the Red Knights?
And remind him we killed
the last group of soldiers we couldn't pay?
No.
First we pay the army, then we crush the Red Knights.
But we don't have the money.
We will.
If you look hard enough, there is always an answer.
What do you mean, the answer is no?
France needs the Vatican's help, as you well know.
You're punishing me, aren't you?
- Not at all. - You're angry
that we traded Gideon Blackburn
to Elizabeth for a vital French general.
Rome simply doesn't have the resources to help France.
Nonsense.
You wanted the English ambassador killed
because he foiled your plot
to put a Catholic king on England's throne
in place of the queen standing before you.
That was never our goal.
Mary, you've always been
the true Queen of Scotland and England
in the eyes of Rome.
Now, if only Rome could give me
a few less words of encouragement
and a few more soldiers,
I might actually be able to take my country back
from rebels like the Protestant John Knox.
Our forces are now in Turkey,
contesting the Holy Land.
But we can help you buy an army.
Would 100,000 livres meet your needs?
Thank you.
That would be quite useful.
Meanwhile, the king of France is left to do what?
Light a candle, pray for manna from heaven?
Catherine, I'm more than happy
to share the Vatican's gold if France needs it.
After what you did for Gideon,
- I can't help but feel responsible... - Thank you,
but I didn't trade Gideon for General Gaghan
out of the goodness of my heart.
Gentlemen, please.
I need my very best military men around me.
And they cost a lot more
than the mercenaries that you will require.
Speaking of your friend,
the English ambassador, have you heard from him?
No.
He was planning to go to his sister's
to find a secure place for his daughter.
From there, he's probably going to report to Elizabeth.
Where she should thank him for saving her life and her rule.
Which you will need to do for yourself,
by returning home, to Scotland.
What will it be like when I return?
Cold.
Cold like you've never known.
Which is why... you will need these.
Oh, this is too much.
A whole new winter wardrobe must have cost a fortune!
Oh, hardly. Try it on.
Have you tried using your Medici connections yet for funds?
Perhaps, um...
you recall a certain look-a-like cousin
of mine?
The one who hanged herself
after her lover had that... sexual mishap?
Uh, that would be the one.
I wouldn't have thought she'd be missed, but as luck
would have it, she turned out to be
a favorite of my Uncle Alfonso,
keeper of the Medici purse strings.
Mm, so he cut you off.
- I'm sorry. - Things could be worse.
Better to have your purse strings cut
than your...
How do I look?
Like a queen men would die for.
Thank you.
I only wish I knew where to look for such men.
Why don't you ask Bash?
He recruits the very best
mercenaries for the kingsguard.
I hope I have enough gold to buy what I need.
Yes, you have enough gold.
Just.
Your timing is lucky.
I know of a small private army that's just come back from
- some fighting near Spain. - What do you know of them?
They're deadly, they're brave and they're looking for work.
Well, we must ride out to meet them as soon as possible.
Mary, they're mercenaries.
I am done leading from a distance, Bash.
I want to be where my people can see me, from now on.
Well, mercenaries are usually
more moved by gold than politics,
but I suppose it can't hurt.
We also might want to
consider... other incentives.
You mean whores.
Yes, I've already thought of that.
I've written to Greer, repeatedly,
to ask if I could hire some of hers.
Repeatedly?
She hasn't responded yet.
To this, or my last several letters.
Nor has she appeared at court lately.
Things have been somewhat awkward
since she told me she'd rather stay in France
than come to Scotland with me.
Half a million livres in two weeks?
And no help from the Vatican or from the Medicis?
Half a million, or our soldiers desert us for Greece.
Well, I can see only one option.
But what I'm proposing might be a little...
unseemly for a young king to authorize
so early in his reign.
Then he won't authorize it.
You'll do whatever it is and tell us after.
Mother, really, I don't like the sound of that.
Can you get us the money?
I believe I can.
Then do it, whatever it is, as soon as possible.
I hope that's my food, Mimi.
I'm famished.
Your girl said I could bring this up for you.
She said you haven't left your room in weeks.
Greer, I've been so worried about you.
Why didn't you tell me?
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I thought I could do it.
I thought, with my sister's help,
I could keep my secret
and give my baby a decent home at the same time.
But I was a fool.
Don't say that, Greer.
You are going to be a wonderful mother.
And you have enough money put aside
for a comfortable life, don't you?
Comfortable isn't enough.
I want my baby to grow up with a good name.
I'll help you change your name,
get you papers of recommendation.
Can you get me a husband, too?
Someone to be a father to this child?
Mary, you know the world we live in.
I also know that you already have a husband.
Lord Castleroy is a good man,
and now, with Catherine as regent,
I may be able to have him released from prison.
Aloysius was the best thing to ever happen to me.
But how can I ask him
to be a father to another man's child?
And how can I ask you to help release him,
when the conspiracy he unwittingly funded
was responsible for your...
My rape.
You can say it.
I couldn't put you through those memories again.
Those memories are a part of me, Greer,
but I am stronger than they are.
My life is once again the sum of my choices,
not someone else's crimes.
And I choose to help my friend.
I don't understand why we have to
take time to visit the generals.
A king must always deliver good news in person.
Bad news should be sent via messenger,
or let them find out on their own.
But, Mother, can we even be certain we have good news?
Narcisse wasn't sure he could get the money
in whatever unseemly way
he had in mind...
- What is that racket? - It's them!
- It's the royals! - It's the royals!
You, royals! Hey!
Here's all the tithe you'll get from me!
Stand clear!
Back to the castle at once!
Narcisse. He must have tithed the peasants.
- What? - It's a kind of emergency tax.
I know what a tithe is.
They've been tithed once already this year.
No wonder they're angry.
They can't afford to pay any more.
We're marking 50 years
since the coronation of King Henry VIII.
Is the Jubilee the biggest event of every year?
Yes. We all must demonstrate our admiration
for the greatest king Englishmen can remember.
Although, this year,
it might prove to be quite interesting.
Lady Beatrice Somerset promised to attend.
What do you know of my mother, Anne Boleyn?
I know she was so admired by King Henry
that he cast aside his first wife to make her his queen.
He thought Anne would give him a son.
When she only gave him me,
he had no more use for her.
Or her head.
Do you have any memories of her?
Not really.
I was two when she died.
And all I've heard since are the outlandish rumors
my father trumped up to justify her execution.
They smeared her with every
dirty accusation they could think of,
adultery, treason, witchcraft.
Even incest.
That was the worst charge.
And it came from my mother's best friend,
Lady Beatrice Somerset.
Please, stay.
Sir Robert is just saying good-bye.
But I would happily abandon my trip north
to stay by your side for the Jubilee.
Yes, but your duties
as the Earl of Leicester cannot wait.
Oh, the sheep census?
My Queen,
since foiling the Vatican's plot against you,
I have new favor amongst the nobles.
There's no need to hide our friendship.
I'm afraid there still is.
This Jubilee must remind England
that I am the great King Henry VIII's daughter.
Not Robert Dudley's mistress.
Right.
Just promise me that someday I'll hold you again.
That's all I ask.
Someday. Yes, of course.
I long for that, too.
Even if it takes years.
Years?
I don't know where you found the strength to send him away.
This Jubilee is a burden he could help you carry.
Actually, it's your help I need.
Your help to get revenge on Lady Somerset.
Me?
Can't you just have her seized
by your guards when she arrives?
With my mother's blood staining the hands of so many nobles,
I risk losing my throne if I so much as mention
my mother's name, let alone try and avenge her.
I must smile in the face of her butchers.
Always my father's daughter.
That is why Lady Somerset
thinks she's safe coming to my court,
even though she is the liar who testified
that my mother slept with her own brother.
And my father rewarded her lies
by giving her my mother's family lands.
But what is it you're asking me to do?
Plant a stolen necklace on Somerset.
It will allow me
to fine her so I can get my mother's lands back.
We were hounded by a mob of filth-hurling peasants!
All thanks to your brilliant tithe.
My sincere apologies.
I had no idea you intended to ride out.
Had I known, I would've warned you.
I know how you like to stay indoors during tax season.
Well, at least the money was raised.
Oh.
The money was raised, Stephan?
Well, with the peasants revolting,
we would need the military to enforce collection.
And we can't ask the military to do that until we pay them.
Oh, dear Lord.
Well, what now?
You said if you look hard enough,
there's always an answer.
Well, the last answer I could think of was trusting him.
I'm sorry. I need to think.
Majesty, don't lose hope.
She's right, you know.
There is always an answer.
To begin with,
we'll have to travel tonight.
Of course, Majesty, but leave the castle
with the peasants revolting?
Pack for a day's travel, and pack warmly.
It's especially cold in the foothills of the Alps.
The Alps?
You're asking for almost all the gold the Vatican lent me.
How am I to pay for supplies?
Food, weapons?
With my men behind you, your loyalists will rally.
And the food and supplies will follow.
But I would be taking an enormous risk.
We are talking about war, aren't we?
Will you take a risk for me, then?
To prove what you're capable of?
What risk?
Not far from here is the Oubliette of Roussillon.
Lord Aloysius Castleroy is imprisoned there.
Free him, and you have the job.
Including all the gold you've asked for.
It's a royal prison, is it not?
For the force of your skill and size,
it should be easy enough.
You drive a clever bargain.
We'll return with
this Lord Castleroy by nightfall.
You told me you wanted to help Greer.
You didn't say it was
by breaking her husband out of prison.
Does Catherine know about this?
Catherine asked not to know.
Because helping Castleroy would inflame her relations
with the Catholic nobles.
In other words, she'll look the other way.
But how is Castleroy supposed to get by once he's free?
I will get him false documents.
So no one will know of his record as an insurgent.
You've thought of everything.
Now, tell me the plan again,
so I know it's fixed in your mind.
Yes, when the nobles line up
to be presented with favors,
I'll slip those pearls into Lady Somerset's bag
for the guards to find.
And you've seen her portrait,
so you know who you're looking for?
And I know what she'll be wearing.
Once you've had her arrested
and fined her to get your family's property back,
will you show her mercy?
Like the mercy she showed my mother?
Bash, where are they?
Bonnay said they'd be back by nightfall.
Maybe Castleroy has been killed.
Maybe the men I need to take back Scotland
have already died trying to rescue him.
Bonnay's men know what they're doing.
And so do you.
So much is about to change.
No matter what happens with Castleroy,
Greer will probably have to leave French court
to distance herself from her reputation.
And you'll be leaving soon as well.
For Scotland.
It seems unimaginable.
But yes.
We did it before, you and I.
Remember, when we ran away?
Of course.
How could I forget?
We were so desperate to avert the prophecy.
We would have done anything to save Francis.
They were complicated times.
I'll go tend the fire.
Remember, don't stare.
This casino is the one place in Europe
a king can feel like a commoner.
Ah.
Knucklebones played with rubies.
That's a new one, even for me.
It was my favorite game last summer.
Charles!
My young prince is back.
But wait, I should say my young king.
Countess Van Court, always a pleasure.
I was hoping the deeds
to the royal vineyards in Burgundy
would do for our entrance stake.
Of course.
Knucklebones again?
- You know me too well. - Hmm.
If you lose these vineyards, every man in France
will riot in the street.
Then I'll be sure to win.
Mary, come quickly!
Your man.
Or what's left of him.
Good Lord.
Castleroy, is that you?
Bash, take him to the carriage.
He is to see a physician immediately.
Ride hard, Majesty.
Or he might not make it.
To the greatest king and the greatest father
England and the world has ever known...
King Henry the VIII.
King Henry the VIII!
I would like to present
my most loyal and patient courtiers
with a golden favor in honor of this 50th Jubilee.
100 favors shall be awarded to those first in line
to meet with Her Highness.
Any seeking a private audience must submit
to a brief search by the Royal Guard.
Come along now, remain orderly.
Did you just try to steal this woman's pearls?
- No, of course not... - Then explain why
they're coming from her bag, attached to your hand.
Oh, what a lovely necklace.
Where did you get it?
The queen's stolen pearls.
Arrest them both.
But I-I...
So you say a man at the Jubilee
paid you to hide the pearls in my bag?
I thought it was some secret code between you,
that perhaps you were lovers.
I had no idea the pearls belonged to the queen.
But it makes no sense.
Whoever gave them to you,
Elizabeth must've convinced them to do it.
And as a lady
to the queen of Scots, you were nothing but a pawn in this.
You poor fool.
But what would Elizabeth have against you?
I should never have accepted the invitation to the Jubilee.
I should've known Elizabeth would be laying in wait for me.
You don't know how often I've wished
I could speak with the queen
to explain about Anne.
Explain what?
I am Lady Beatrice Somerset.
You must've heard all the stories.
The lady who sold out her dearest friend
and her infant daughter.
Yes.
You told those outlandish tales...
Anne was guilty of witchcraft and other depravities.
Everyone knew Henry wanted her gone.
To speak ill of Anne was to curry favor with the king.
And that's what you did.
It wasn't my idea.
A chambermaid of Anne's claimed to have seen
Anne and her brother George...
together.
Wait, a chambermaid said this?
Anne's night maid.
But he knew
that no one would believe it unless it came
from someone like me, a close friend to Anne.
And so he turned
the screws on my family.
Threats...
and promises.
After the trial, Henry awarded me
the Boleyn family lands.
And Henry knew the chambermaid's story was a lie.
Of course he did.
The only thing Anne
was ever guilty of was not having a son.
You're Nancy, correct?
Yes, I am, Your Highness.
The night maid.
The one who said she saw Queen Anne
lay with her own brother George.
Please, Highness, don't make me speak of that.
Why?
Was it too painful for you
to condemn an innocent woman to death with your lies?
You don't understand, Highness.
Why you sent my mother to the headsman?
No, I understand that.
How often does a chambermaid get to bring down a queen?
Did my mother mistreat you?
Or was it Henry's flattery, his cajoling?
It wasn't a lie, Highness.
I wish it was a lie.
The truth is much worse.
What?
I never blamed your mother.
She had no choice.
What are you saying?
Your father was so cruel to her.
Cruel to you, too.
"I just need
a son," Anne would say.
"Then he'll treat Lizzy right."
She was desperate and afraid for both of you.
That's why she did it.
I saw them
with my own eyes.
She didn't want an affair...
just the baby.
She couldn't trust any man
but your uncle to help her.
I was in the closet cot on night duty.
I never meant to spy,
but the door latch was broken,
and it wouldn't stay shut.
They couldn't go through with it though.
Anne was crying too hard.
You're lying. Tell me you're lying.
They tortured me two days
before I told.
Someone else saw George
leave Anne's room.
Henry knew I'd been on night duty,
and if anything happened in Anne's chambers,
I might know it.
And he was right.
Oh, my God.
I told Henry they'd stopped, but he didn't care.
He made Anne's friend tell the story he wanted.
Don't blame your poor mother
for what she did.
She's in heaven now, if any soul is.
Fortune is smiling on you, sir.
That is half what we owe the armies in under an hour.
Well done.
I can double it with one roll.
We'll have all we need.
Shouldn't you bag some of your winnings,
take it slowly?
It's a game of chance, and I'm on a streak.
Just as easily lose it all as little at a time.
I've gotten us this far, haven't I?
All in.
Sorry, sir. The house wins.
All wagers go to the house.
Too bad.
Fortune smiled, then she turned another direction.
So sad you'll have to go, my little king.
We're not going anywhere.
Not until you give us
a chance to win back what we've lost.
It seems your luck has run out, sir.
The same as your stake.
I'm not talking about games of chance.
There is always another game in a place like this.
Where is it?
We have a sort of...
arena fighting downstairs.
Not for the squeamish.
But you...
you have everything you need to place a bet.
- We're not interested. - Oh, it's a pity.
Another match was just about to begin.
With the right wager, you could win
four times what you lost with that last throw of the bones.
We're in.
Very good.
My champion tore through all the challengers for tonight.
Yet the crowd wants more.
I'll give you 10,000 livres to wager on your own life
if you'll take him on.
Very well.
You have a deal.
No, Narcisse.
You heard the countess.
The champion is undefeated.
Take a closer look.
See how he holds his dominant shoulder?
He's hurting.
That is why he is half-drunk.
Your life is too valuable for this.
No one life is more valuable than France.
Place your bets!
We have a new challenger for our house champion.
Fighters to your marks.
Begin!
Come on, Narcisse. Get up.
10,000 livres at 50-to-one odds.
You did it.
All the money we need to pay off the army.
How does it feel being the savior of France?
Better than being him.
Leave us.
You might have told me about the three nights in jail
before I agreed to your plan.
And you might not have fumbled the pearls,
and I wouldn't have had to spend the last three days
convincing my privy council to let me pardon you.
And Beatrice Somerset?
Where was she dragged off to last night?
She offered to return my family's lands,
and I accepted.
She leaves today with my forgiveness.
Your forgiveness?
What? But she confessed to lying about your mother.
I-I don't understand.
I never forgave my father for what he did to my mother.
But at the same time, I never forgot
his brutal effectiveness as a ruler.
And then I learned things, ways in which
he destroyed people's lives
that I could never understand or imagine.
Now I know how I must rule.
I must always be seen
as Henry's daughter.
But in my heart,
I can be something so much different.
Your mother.
She was not perfect.
But the mistakes she made,
she made out of love.
Love for me, even love for Henry.
Does this mean you might allow Robert Dudley to come home?
Nothing has changed between Robert and I.
We can never marry,
and therefore he brings nothing to my life.
Does he not make you happy?
Elizabeth, do you love him?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Love is a risk for anyone.
But for you, knowing what love did to your mother,
how could you not fear it?
Has it occurred to you
that perhaps your heart chose Robert Dudley...
a married man... for a reason?
You think the obstacle of Dudley's marriage
was his main attraction?
Isn't it possible?
Because now that he's free, well, I don't see you
fighting for him.
Are you saying I never really loved him?
No, I'm saying
that there may be a greater love for you
in the future, once you're open to it.
To him, whoever he may be.
I'm beginning to see why Mary chose you as her lady
and as her friend.
You are brave,
perhaps wise...
and definitely loyal.
Uh, loyal?
My guards told me
you never revealed my part in our plan to Somerset.
She never would have told the truth
had you told her our secret.
I owe you my thanks.
John!
My precious boy!
Look at you walking!
My love!
Oh!
Oh, I missed you.
Oh, have you come to punish me
for letting Charles sneak out of the castle
on such a dangerous mission?
He told me all about it.
You risked your life to save my son.
And France.
I want to say that if you were
foolish enough to fight a gladiator,
I'm hoping you are foolish enough to back a hated regent
in turbulent times.
I want you
as my lord chancellor.
Are you serious?
Are you going to make me ask twice?
No, I...
I am just the fool you're looking for.
France needs you, so get better soon.
Seems like we're both much changed
since the last time we saw each other.
Oh, Aloysius, I'm so sorry.
I think we had best just get on with this.
Mary said you wanted to speak
before you made any decisions about us.
I'm sorry it happened this way,
but the fact remains, I'm having this child.
I would like to give it the best life I can.
I want my child to have a proper home...
a loving home...
and a good father.
I would like my child to have you.
Thank you for allowing me to see you
before I made any decision.
Now I know my answer.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
But, Aloysius, without you, I'm all alone.
I could give birth any day, and I have nowhere else to turn.
I'm sorry. I simply can't.
Lord Castleroy.
I know I can't imagine
what prison must do to one's soul.
But I do know this,
the love you felt for Greer,
a love like that doesn't just disappear.
Not completely.
There is always an ember remaining.
Look deep in your heart for that ember,
I beg you.
For her sake and yours.
I'm sorry for my behavior just now.
You deserve better.
That's quite all right. I understand.
No, you don't.
No one does.
Coming back to normal life...
the food, the freedom, the sunlight...
it's all... it's all overwhelming.
I feel like I'm... I'm different.
Aloysius, I'm different, too.
Do you think you could try
to start over with me?
To get back to where we once were?
I know it will take time, but...
Get back to what?
Was I ever what you wanted? Really?
Yes. Aloysius, I fell in love with you.
I know you've always doubted it, but it's true.
Your... courage,
your cleverness,
your kindness.
And that hasn't changed.
These will allow you to establish a new life
anywhere in France.
Do you know where you'll settle yet
or how you'll get by?
We're heading south.
Somewhere warm and bright.
I've saved enough for Aloysius and I to start over.
What odd turns our lives have taken.
Mary, I can't believe this is good-bye.
With Lola in England, you're the last of my ladies, Greer.
What will I do without you?
We came here to help you find your way at court.
You found your way a long time ago.
It was always more than that.
We're oldest and dearest friends.
And it breaks my heart to say it, but...
friends grow up.
And sometimes grow apart,
far from each other.
But I'll never forget what you've done for me.
For us.
You're going to be so happy.
It's time.
Lord Castleroy shouldn't linger.
I lose everyone I love.
Not everyone.
Oh, you're right, Bash.
I've made so many friends here.
Especially you.
Mary, don't be upset by what I'm going to tell you.
I don't mean to add to your burdens, only lighten them.
Of course. What is it?
You're going to Scotland soon.
You're going to face terrible dangers there.
You're not going to know at first
who your friends or your enemies are.
You're going to need someone close who can protect you.
Someone whose love for you cannot be questioned.
Bash...
I'm going to Scotland with you.
No, I can't let you do that.
I'm not asking for anything in return.
I know that you have to marry a prince or a king.
But what you said to Castleroy,
the embers that burn in your heart...
and they never go cold, not completely.
I know, because, trust me, I've tried to douse mine.
But I'm done trying.
Those embers, they keep me warm.
And they will, as long as I'm lucky enough to serve you.
Honored generals, the Valois are pleased
to present you with payment of all wages
due to the brave soldiers who served in Scotland.
Today's threats come from anarchists;
tomorrow's may come from abroad.
But with you in our service, France shall feel no fear.
We pledge our lives to the defense of your crown,
your reign and your realm.
Long live King Charles.
And a long life to all those who stand before me.
Long live King Charles.
Now, please, bring out more wine and enjoy this feast.
Majesty, a tribute
was just delivered to your chambers.
The messenger suggested
it was to be worn at the banquet.
Was it from Mary, perhaps?
Or Narcisse?
Charles,
don't stop with the toasts.
I'll be just a moment.
"History repeats itself."
The Red Knights mask.
No.
No, no, no.
Charles.
Oh, please.
Not Charles, please.
Darling.
Let go. He's dead.
- He's gone. - I don't understand.
He's been poisoned.
I don't understand.
Did you do this?
This was the Red Knights.
They just left their calling card in my chambers.
I drank the same wine they did.
That means the glasses were poisoned.
All but ours.
Which means that they are inside the castle,
able to pick and choose who they will kill.
But why spare us?
They want the world to think that we did this...
killed the generals to get out of paying them.
Murdered them, like the knights before them.
And the world will believe it, as history repeats itself.
But we had the money.
- We were repaying them. - Don't you see?
Everyone who knows that is dead.
And when word of this gets out,
the army will rise up with the people,
and we will burn.
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