You might have warned me that archeology is really, really boring.
I did. You just weren't listening.
I listened to you...
I really don't know what I would have done without you.
It's okay. You'd have done the same for me.
No. I would have gotten you a bottle of wine and a copy of Bridget Jones.
What do you think we're doing tonight?
Don't be afraid.
Pas a pas.
"Step by step."
I have two books.
Hello?
My daughter.
Dame Alais, shall I attend on you now?
Later, Rixende. When I get back from the river.
- Alice? - What happened?
You're fainted. You're okay now.
The ring? Where's the ring?
There was a pain in my side like I'd been stabbed.
I saw the blood.
There was... a fire.
People screaming.
And a woman. I felt like I knew her.
You were hallucinating. You need to see a doctor when you get home.
What the hell were you doing in there?
Alice, suppose there'd been a tremor. You could have been trapped.
This is what comes of having amateurs on a dig.
He seems upset.
Are you surprised?
Alice, you've contaminated the site.
What the hell were you thinking? And the police are swarming all over the place.
- Police? Why? - The bodies, Alice. The skeletons.
- I just picked up a ring, that's all. - I didn't find any ring.
I dropped it.
- Where, exactly? - I don't know.
Try to think. It's important.
I don't remember.
Father!
There's a body in the river. A Jew, I think.
- You went down to the river without an escort? - Please, father, listen to me.
This man was still wearing fine clothes, jewelry...
And there was something else. The thumb on his left hand had been cut off.
Take me to him now.
You thought he might be someone you knew, didn't you?
An old friend from my days in Chartres.
Why would they cut off his thumb?
Out of the way!
I must attend the council.
Do you have regrets, Guilhem?
I've betrayed my marriage bed. Of course I have regrets.
I mean about marrying my sister.
Don't push me too far, Oriane.
Must a widow live like a nun the rest of her life?
There are other men who could satisfy your desires.
And you have a wife who can indulge yours.
And yet here we both are again.
You can leave now, but we both know you'll be back.
I saw a cheva... Dame Alais.
I saw a chevalier arrive at the Chateau Comtal.
Does that mean the crusaders are coming?
Even if they are, Viscount Trencavel has vowed to protect his people,
no matter what their faith.
Help yourself, Sajhe.
Dame Alais and I have finished. I have nothing more to teach you.
You are the greatest healer in Carcassona, Esclarmonde.
I am merely your apprentice.
The pupil has far outstripped the teacher.
I cannot believe that.
I'd better go.
Guilhem will be expecting me.
Goodbye, Sajhe.
How dare you be late for council.
I'm not late.
If I say you are late, then you are late.
I know you hate me, my lord. You cannot stand the fact
that your daughter loves another man more than you.
My daughter is young, and she sees only the fine, brave chevalier.
But I know the arrogance and vanity of the real man.
Alais!
Remember your position, sister.
Would Guilhem Du Mas approve of his wife galloping like a kitchen maid?
I was hoping to see him before council began.
Too late. Pity. I know you can hardly bear to spend a moment apart.
I can't speak for my husband, but for my own part, that is true.
I see no shame in it.
How much you love him.
But be careful, Alais. Men are fickle.
Their affections change.
Guilhem is not like that.
Let us go in together.
I'm sure we are both eager to hear our country's fate.
Silence for your Seigneur, Raymond-Roger Trencavel!
One year ago, his Holiness, Pope Innocent III
preached a Crusade against what he called "the cancer of heresy"
spreading unchecked through our land.
The Cathars were, in his words, worse than the very Saracens.
These pious and humble men, he said, were the enemies of God.
I have recently received news that a northern host of more than 20,000 men
was preparing to invade these free Christian lands.
They are advancing south and may be with us in under a week.
They are determined to persecute and destroy the Cathar people.
Move out!
I have heard that two of the most powerful barons of northern France
are amongst their number.
Guy D'Evreux
and the fifth Earl of Leicester, Simon De Montfort.
But I promise you this. For as long as I rule,
no man in the Languedoc will be condemned for his honest beliefs.
Let each of us worship in peace.
And together we all prosper.
All this fuss over a ragged band of heretics.
How much simpler would it be to have done with it
- and make a bonfire of them all. - These people are my friends.
Perhaps... but they will lead us to ruin.
We must do everything possible to avoid war.
Your wisdom belies your youth, Messire.
The Pope has established a new inquisition to persecute the Cathars.
His informers are everywhere.
The Pope does not frighten me. I take my duty from God.
Even so, it would be wise to worship in private,
at least until the Crusade is over.
I have never made a secret of my faith, and never will.
What will be, will be.
Thou who art never deceived, who doth never lie nor doubt,
grant us to know what thou knowest, to love what thou dost love.
We fear lest we meet death in this realm of an alien god.
Get up, you Cathar devils!
Guy D'Evreux, in the name of God, do what you will withe me,
but take mercy on these innocents.
Hand me a bow.
Get up off your knees.
There.
There's your mercy.
Kill the heretics.
Make their priest watch.
Mademoiselle Tanner? I am Detective Yves Biau.
This is Monsieur Paul Authie, a lawyer from Carcassonne.
We have some questions.
I understand you are not a professional archeologist?
I'm a teacher. Shelagh O'Donnell's an old friend.
She invited me to join the dig for a few days.
- So you're on holiday. - No, not exactly.
A relative in Carcassonne left me a few things in her will,
- but I wanted to come here first. - What things?
I don't know yet. I'm seeing the lawyer tomorrow.
Most people would be curious to discover their inheritance,
yet you waste your time here first. Why?
The lawyer's been away, and I don't consider my time here wasted.
Or is the truth that you have a particular reason for being here?
If you must know, I've just had a really bad breakup with my boyfriend,
and I wanted to get away for a while.
I am not interested in your personal life, Mademoiselle Tanner.
Might I ask what your role is in this investigation, then?
No, you may not. Just answer my questions, please.
- I'm trying to. - Good.
Stealing ancient artifacts is a serious criminal offense.
I know that.
- So stop telling lies. - I haven't lied.
You claim to have discovered a ring in the cave, but no ring has been found.
No one else has seen this mysterious ring.
So we have two options.
Either you were mistaken...
or you took it.
Which is it?
Why would I mention it at all if I was going to steal it?
And Shelagh will back me up. Ask her.
She says she knows nothing of any ring.
I told her all about it. She went into the cave herself.
- She went into the cave? - Yes, she did.
Your bag, please.
What?
- Search her. - You have no right to search me.
She's right.
Let's go.
Let's go!
You shouldn't talk to her like that. You shouldn't even be here.
If I want your opinion, Biau, I'll ask for it.
Remember who you really work for.
They weren't there. Neither the books nor the ring.
- Did you search the cave yourself? - Of course. But I wasn't the first in.
I hope you mean our contact in the police.
Not just Yves Biau . Shelagh O'Donnell.
And there's the woman who discovered the cave, Alice Tanner.
They all had the time and opportunity.
Then I suggest you find out which of them took it.
There's something else.
Someone's been talking to the police about the Noublesso.
I looked into it, and discovered our latest novice is a friend of Biau's.
I had them followed.
They've been meeting in secret.
I think Biau double-crossed us. His loyalties are still with the authority.
Deal with the problem.
And find what belongs to us, Paul.
Nothing is more important.
A change of plan.
I have decided to bring forward the initiation ceremony.
It will be tomorrow.
It's a great honor.
Thank you.
Marie-Cecile.
Will.
I'll show you the article. It's fun.
They call you, I quote, the toughest bitch in the pharmaceutical business.
I think they mean it as a compliment.
I don't care what they say.
What are you doing here, Will?
- I thought I'd take you to lunch. - I haven't got time to eat.
Food's optional.
Hi, this is Shelagh. Please leave a message.
Hi, Shelagh. It's me.
I'm so sorry about today in the cave.
Please just ring me back, okay? I can't get through. Bye.
Yes?
Madam.
What is it, Francois?
Intendant Pelletier wishes to speak with you.
Come in.
War is coming, Alais.
It's time I told you the truth.
- What truth? - About a vow I made many years ago.
You're going to think I'm drunk or I've lost my wits, but you must believe me.
I'm talking of the true history of the Grail.
The Holy Grail? The cup that Christ drank from the night of the Last Supper?
Well, the legend of the Grail has its place in Christian tradition.
The real story, the true story, is much older than that.
See, the ancients possessed wisdom that has long since been lost to us,
- and the Grail is the secret essence of that wisdom. - What is that secret?
All you need to know for now is that many years ago,
I was admitted to a secret brotherhood sworn to protect it.
The wisdom of the Grail is contained in three books,
- and I am in possession of one of them. - You?
It was entrusted to me by a man named Harif.
I met him in the Holy Land. He's without doubt the wisest man I've never known.
- Where are the two remaining books? - Safely with the other guardians.
I heard today from Harif that the three books are to be reunited
and taken to a safe place in the mountain.
The other guardians, do you know who they are?
One of them. He's an old friend. A Jew named Simeon.
It was Simeon you thought to be found murdered in the river.
I was wrong, thank God. But I do believe an innocent man was mistaken for him.
Somehow, the secret has been betrayed.
What about the book under your protection?
It's well hidden.
When the time comes,
if things go badly at Carcassona, I will tell you where.
In the meantime, I only hope I still have time to fulfill my obligations.
But if I cannot, you must take my place.
The labyrinth is a symbol of the Grail.
Now, this ring, keep it safe.
The other guardians will know you by it.
When the time comes, they will tell you what to do.
But why me, Father?
Oriane is your eldest daughter. She has power and influence at court.
Why not entrust this duty to her?
Oriane thinks too much of her own wealth and comfort.
Only you possess the qualities needed for so great an undertaking.
Keep it safe.
I shall wear it close to my heart... always.
Oh, damn this infernal heat.
These are the devil's lands.
It's the fires of hell that warm them.
Perhaps God will grant us a cooling breeze,
once we've burnt all the heretics.
Any miracle is possible in the Lord's hands.
I'm glad you find heresy so amusing, D'Evreux.
There are some of us who take our Holy mission more seriously.
No one has ever questioned my loyalty to the Pope and the Holy Mother Church.
Why else would I join his Crusade?
For land.
- For power, perhaps. - I already have enough land.
And as for power, I am content to be your lordship's humble servant.
Such humility becomes you.
Perhaps you can join me at prayer later.
Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
Good. I'll make honest Christians of these people,
even if I have to kill every last one of them to do it.
Oriane.
You look surprised.
Only because you visit so rarely. Is there anything you want?
Must I have a particular reason to visit my own sister?
Of course not.
You are very welcome.
Francois said our father summoned you to his chambers last night.
What did you speak of?
Only trivial matters.
Nothing worth repeating.
Will you show me your necklace?
It's a common piece of little merit.
Your own is so much prettier.
- But still, I'd like to see it. - I'd rather not.
I fear such poor workmanship would offend you.
You refuse.
- If I have offended you in any way... - Had you come to me honestly,
I might have forgiven for stealing our father's love, but...
I see now the time for that is done.
- Hello? - Mademoiselle Tanner?
This is Karen Fleury, your aunt's solicitor.
- Have you forgotten our appointment? - No. Yeah, sorry.
I'll be there in a few minutes.
Shelagh, it's me again.
Where are you?
Just... just call me back, okay?
The will is perfectly straightforward.
You can visit the house whenever you like.
The house?
Your aunt's house. Well, your house now.
That was her legacy to you.
I was expecting a few family heirlooms, and like jewelry, maybe, but her house!
- Why me? - You were her only living relative.
Beyond that, I couldn't say.
If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to call.
Mademoiselle Tanner!
This is the private address and phone number of Marie-Cecile de L'Oradore.
She knows your friend Shelagh well. Tell her everything about the cave.
She will explain. And don't trust anyone else.
Not even the police.
- Hello? - Audric, it's Biau.
Yves.
The cave has been found.
Yes. I know.
- There were two skeletons inside. - And what else?
There was no sign of the books. I saw it for myself.
And the ring?
I just sent it to you.
Thank you, Yves. I promise you're doing the right thing.
I'm getting closer to the Noublesso. I have someone on the inside now.
Be careful. Marie -Cecile de L'Oradore has friends everywhere,
- including high up in the police. - Listen, Audric.
The woman who discovered the cave, her name is Alice Tanner.
Grace's niece.
I had to give her Marie-Cecile's name. They expect me to deliver her.
If I don't, I blow my cover. But don't worry, she's under surveillance.
Yves, are you there?
Yves?
Hello?
Hello!
Sorry.
Sorry. I'm looking for Madame de L'Oradore?
I was given this address by Detective Biau.
Is she at home?
Not right now.
I'm looking for my friend, Shelagh O'Donnell.
Never heard of her.
I'm sorry. It's probably just a mistake.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Why don't we go inside and figure it out?
You're not getting away that fast. I just lost my iPod.
- I'm Will. - Alice. Nice to meet you.
Yeah, you too.
- So you don't know why this cop sent you here. - No. He just told me
that I should tell Madame de L'Oradore everything I know about the cave.
What cave?
Doesn't matter.
Look, I really don't know why I came. I thought she might know something.
I can just call her right now, even if she's in a meeting.
No, no, no, there's no need. Just tell her I came by.
But I should go. I've taken up enough of your time.
I mean, at least have a coffee.
I came to Paris to write a new book.
We met at a gallery, and she said I should hang in Toulouse for a while.
And here you are.
Here I am.
- Could I have read any of your books? - That's "book." Singular.
And if you have, you'd be in a pretty exclusive club.
- It only sold 500 copies. - That doesn't mean it isn't good.
Thank you.
Why don't you leave your number, and then Marie-Cecile can call you?
Yeah.
Thank you. I'll text you my number in case you need to get in touch.
Okay.
Local detective Yves Biau was killed earlier today
in a hit and run on the back streets of Toulouse...
Are you worthy of initiation into the Noublesso Veritable?
Do you swear on your life to uphold its laws and customs
and to preserve its mysteries?
I do.
We are the Noublesso Veritable...
Inheritors of the Grail.
And you're a traitor!
Make ready, men.
Form up.
We've ridden out and seen the Crusaders' line.
They're two days away, maybe less.
We must prepare for siege.
But at least you will return safely, Messire.
If that doesn't prove God is on our side, what does?
I must speak with you in private, Alais.
You must greet my daughter later, Du Mas. I have business with her.
- What business? - It's none of your concern.
Anything involving my wife is my concern.
Forgive me.
I apologize.
Your first loyalty has always been to your father.
He'll calm down.
You must excuse us too, Rixende.
What is it, Father? Where are we going?
I've heard an old friend has arrived here from Bezier.
Give this ring to Simeon.
My friend! It really is you!
Simeon, this is my daughter, Alais.
So you too received a letter from Harif.
Would you mind waiting in the other room?
The book of numbers.
Your father already has the book of words.
Each of us according to our skills.
What of the book of potions? I thought that too was in your care.
It was collected by Harif's messenger, a wise and learned woman.
I never learned her name.
Harif's letter did speak of a sister in Carcassona.
Tell me more about Harif.
Harif is the navigator.
He's responsible for preserving the secret of the Grail.
Years ago, in the Holy Land, he appointed us all to our tasks.
He's the finest man I ever met.
I know the book will be safe in your hands, Bertrand.
Keep well, Simeon. I fear our enemies are close by.
Leave us.
Are you mad?
Alais and our father conspire to mock you.
They treat you with contempt.
- Cover yourself. - Do not toy with my affections.
You speak of lust. That's not affection.
And what if I were to say you forced yourself on me?
Your honor would be stained forever.
My sister has a ring of unusual design she wears around her neck.
Bring it to me.
I am not some petty thief.
Save your lies and scheming for the next fool to share your bed.
If you care about your marriage at all, you will bring me that ring.
And what if I don't, hmm?
Then you'd better hope my sister has a forgiving nature.
You mean half-sister.
In nomine patri, et filii,
et spiritus sanctus.
Well?
God bless your holy...
Do you think I care about this preposterous Crusade?
I have a much greater purpose. Now, who are you and what do you want?
My name is Arnaud Domerque.
I'm told Guy D'Evreux pays well for news of Intendant Pelletier.
I saw him in the Jewish quarter in Carcassona
- with a man named Simeon of Bezier. - Who is this Simeon?
He's a bookbinder, a Jew, recently arrived in Carcassona.
Tell me, did Simeon bring three books with him, very, very old and precious?
I didn't see any books.
- Who else knows of this? - No, no. No, I've told no one, my lord.
Good.
Drown him and find me this Jew.
Tell me, Francois,
you're familiar with the talk below stairs,
what do the maids and servants say about me?
Well, you are greatly respected there.
There's no gossip about the circumstances of my birth,
no rumors about my mother?
None that I know of.
Tell me the truth... or I will rip your tongue out.
What have you heard?
Well, there is vile talk that Intendant Pelletier is not your father.
It is tavern prattle, no more.
And who is my true father?
They say your mother whored herself with a passing ballad singer
while Pelletier was in the Holy Land.
The Intendant took her back for the sake of his honor.
He could never love you, the living proof of his wife's sin.
But there's not a word of truth in any of it.
Do people laugh at me behind my back?
A whore's daughter? The cuckoo in Pelletier's nest?
But no one would dare.
Leave me.
Wait.
Does my sister know?
Why me? Why entrust me with this secret?
Why me?
Only you possess the qualities needed for so great...
Look after the book. Keep it safe.
Where is Shelagh?
I don't know. She's disappeared.
I know her.
She wouldn't be stupid enough to steal from me.
This Catholic fixation of yours puzzles me.
My religion is my own affair.
Narrow religious beliefs have brought nothing but misery to humanity.
Only the Noublesso has the vision to lead the human race.
And there's no place in our ranks for the enemies of enlightenment.
I assure, you my first loyalty is always to the Noublesso.
Your heart is beating very fast.
You are a very attractive woman...
enough to make any man's heart race.
It isn't because you're lying?
Find the ring and the books. I don't tolerate failure.
Dame Alais, your sister is looking for you.
Yes, Rixende, I'm coming.
What are you doing here?
Safeguarding your reputation.
I found this in my chamber. It belongs to you.
I haven't seen Shelagh since yesterday,
and frankly, I've got enough on my plate without her just taking off like this.
- I'm worried about her. - Because she's not returning your calls?
- Yes. - Are you surprised?
You put this whole project in jeopardy.
We've had the dig suspended, and for God knows how long.
We've known each other a long time. This is not like her.
She was pretty upset, and my guess is she's just not talking to you.
Believe me, if she was angry, she would let me know.
- She wouldn't just ignore me. - When she calls me, I'll let you know.
- Hey. - Will. This is Alice. We met yesterday.
I know. How are you?
I'm good. Look, have you said anything to Marie-Cecile yet?
No.
I've changed my mind. Don't.
Why? Is something wrong?
No, no, not exactly, it's just, um...
You know that policeman, the one who gave me the address?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - He's been killed.
A hit and run.
You're not saying she had something to do with it.
No, no. I don't know. It's probably just coincidence.
Look, I really don't know what I'm saying. I should go. Take care. Bye.
Alice...
Excuse me.
Aren't you Simeon the bookbinder?
The fortified citadel of Montsegur.
Rumors have long persisted that the Grail was smuggled
from the besieged citadel in January 1244...
shortly before the final defeat of the Cathar people.
Many of the Catholics at Cathar...
At the time of the seige,
the choir stools were taken and used to make the defences of the castle.
You.
Why me?
Will. I didn't expect to hear from you again.
Listen, did you find your friend yet?
No.
Well, maybe I can help. I mean, to be honest, I could use someone to talk to.
Okay. Sure. I'm in Carcassonne.
All right, just text me your address, and then
I'll let you know when I'm on the way.
Look, I should warn you
that something really weird is happening to me right now.
I can do weird.
Hello, Alais.
I've come to ask you a question.
Ask me anything you like.
Have you too received a letter from Harif?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't believe you.
Who better than a healer to guard the book of potions?
Why have you never told my father you were the other guardian?
The fewer people knew, the safer the books.
- What are you doing here? - Our father sent me to fetch you.
Why?
He said it was a private matter.
Leave those alone.
What is it you really make here, Esclarmonde de Servian?
Potions and spells for the weak-minded?
Women have been burned as witches for less.
I am a simple healer, Oriane.
I use nature's way. That is all.
I'm ready to go now.
I assume work to dismantle the choir stalls in the cathedral has begun?
Yes. Bishop Rochefort is not pleased. He is unused to sleeping on a stone floor.
- City fortifications are more important than the bishop's comfort. - True.
We need every piece of timber we can lay our hands on.
Father!
My daughter. A moment, Messire.
Thank you.
Yes? What is it? You can see I'm busy.
- You asked for me, Father. - No.
This is some game of Oriane's.
I was with Esclarmonde.
The healer? What of it?
She is the sister Harif wrote to you about. The other guardian.
Are you certain?
Right. I'll see her as soon as I can. Safety of the city comes first.
If Carcassona is safe, the books are safe.
What of Oriane? Can she be trusted?
She has no reason to betray us.
Then you do not see the darkness in her heart.
Hey, you're slacking. There's a jug left unbroken.
Well done.
Where is it?
What are you doing?
I order you to leave at once or you will have my father to answer to!
Bye.
- Did they find it? - No. No danger of that.
Try to stay hidden until my father arrives.
He will know what to do.
Taxi. Taxi!
They called them roads to Jerusalem.
Catholic penitents would walk these labyrinths to the centre,
symbolizing a growing closeness to God.
There's a famous labyrinth in Chartres cathedral.
Apparently, it's rumored the Holy Grail is buried underneath.
Well, has anyone ever looked?
And risk finding out it's not there?
No, that'd be bad for business.
So, what's going on with you?
I'm having...
... an 800-year-old déjà vu.
Okay.
I don't know. You probably think I'm mad.
I don't think you're mad.
I keep seeing this girl from the past. Sometimes she's in my dreams.
Sometimes she's standing right in front of me.
Earlier, I was in the church, and I saw her. She came towards me.
She was looking at me straight in the eyes. She was upset, but it...
It felt like she was in danger.
And it feels like maybe I am too.
I don't know. This stuff with Biau, the policeman.
The fact he was killed, and the visions. It feels like it's linked.
This guy was murdered yesterday.
And?
Marie-Cecile was one of the last people to see him alive.
So if you're right about this cop,
then that's two dead people in 24 hours with a direct connection to her.
You really believe she's connected to this?
She's been acting a little strange recently. And to be honest,
I don't really know anything about her.
And I need to find out.
Where are the books, Simeon?
Did you give them to Pelletier?
I will find the Grail.
Note that well before you die.
Come, tell me where the books are.
I'm going to flip this coin. If it's heads, I'm going to stab you.
If it's tails, I'm going to flog you to death.
Now, that's gonna be very exhausting for me,
and it's gonna be a damn sight more uncomfortable for you.
But it's your choice.
The whip or the blade.
Or...
... you could tell me where the books are.
Oh, dear.
It's tails.
Tell me your name, sir.
I'll pray for your soul.
Have you taken the ring?
I told you, I never even saw it.
It must have been Biau.
What about Alice Tanner?
She has nothing to do with it.
Why is Marie-Cecile doing this to me?
She doesn't even know you're here.
But she thinks you have betrayed her.
Why?
Do you know why I am here?
Someone must stand against blasphemers.
Someone must take God's side.
You do not have to suffer, Shelagh.
Just tell me what I need to know.
I am telling you the truth. Biau took the ring.
He was supposed to give it to Marie-Cecile.
- So then why didn't he? - I don't know!
I don't know.
Why does this ring matter so much?
Marie-Cecile thinks it's the key... - What?
Marie-Cecile thinks it's the key to the labyrinth.
I don't know any more than that. I swear. I swear.
You're going to call Marie-Cecile now and read her this...
word for word.
Be natural.
- But I... - Just do it. It's ringing.
Hello?
Marie-Cecile, it's Shelagh.
I have the books and the ring.
I want 20,000 Euros.
Meet me at the cave tomorrow at six.
Well done.
Good girl.
Will you let me go now?
No.
Alais Pelletier Du Mas.
Guilhem Du Mas.
"By now, Alice, you will know something of the mysteries of the labyrinth.
If you come, I will do my best to give you the answers you crave.
I have waited for you so long,
but only you can now decide your own fate.
Perhaps your dreams are already leading you to me.
I pray it is so. "
I've been in the chapel, praying.
I do not think my words flew up to God.
All I could think of...
were the many wrongs I've done you.
I beg your forgiveness for my coldness towards you.
You look tired.
You should sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
There's still time for things to be right between us.
Messire, Dame.
Come quickly.
What is it, Father?
God preserve us all.
Out of the way, quick!
Reinforce the city walls!
Pull! Pull! Pull!
Hurry along. Over there. Hurry along now.
Pull! Pull!
Put to flame!
Release!
If this continues, Carcassona will be nothing more than rubble!
We will strike swiftly,
we will destroying the trebuchets
and be back through the gate before they even know it.
We must teach these barbarians a lesson.
Archers!
We fight for our tradition!
We fight for our honor!
We fight!
Draw!
Now!