It's a matter of grave concern.
And those nearest to him may, alas, be thought tainted with the same poison.
- Really?
- I tell you, sire, as a friend, of all his qualities, Lucas de Beaumanoir is not best known for his forgiveness.
Sir the captain says he won't sail till the weather opens up, sir.
Probably not till tomorrow.
Pray.
'Tis the power of sorcery that raises storms against God's holy purpose.
And the power of prayer can calm them.
Pray.
What are we going to do?
- Rescue them.
- How?
We don't even know where they've gone.
I do.
Torquilstone, they said.
So, a fool, a swineherd and a broken dog are going to lay siege to a castle?
Back for more, Master Gurth?
Oh, no.
- You've brought your reinforcements.
- Are these your friends?
- I wouldn't say that.
- Planning a siege on your own, are you?
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