World Without End

- Previously... - Et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

A war is coming, and wars are expensive.

There will be an increase in the yearly tax!

- Could you love me? - I think I could.

Bring in the witch!

Mattie!

I'll never be prior. By the time Uncle Anthony dies, I'll be ancient.

Be patient. You'll be prior soon enough.

Have you seen my wife?

She was on the bridge!

Let me help!

The dead bodies in the south transept,

the injured in the north!

The dead in the south transept.

The worse the injury, the closer to the high altar!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

What's her name?

Clear the way.

Thank you for saving him.

You're a brave man.

It was an honour, my lady.

His skull is open to the brain.

Help me turn him over onto his side.

I don't see him anywhere.

What colors was he wearing? Do you remember?

It's my dad.

It's my dad.

Dad?

Dad!

You should have put dung into the Earl's wound

before closing it, cousin.

It draws out the disease.

Even Oxford doesn't sanction that anymore.

You'd know that if you had studied medicine.

Well, I studied theology,

a higher calling than your diabolic medicine.

What's needed, cousin,

is less theology and more of the healing arts.

Do you need more evidence of God's wrath?

The bridge collapsed because he is displeased.

The bridge collapsed because it's old and inadequate.

Yes, by God's will.

Well, you would know, cousin.

Yesterday, the French all but sank an English trader

by ramming her. Our sailors escaped death

only by grace of the captain's skills.

Sire, this is an act of war.

Is war declared?

- Uh... No. - No. No, it is not.

Grandmother says that we must invade Calais

and march on Paris. I think I rather agree.

Do you even know where Calais is?

Of course I do.

There's Calais.

And there's Paris.

Sire, that is a omen!

I have been given a sign!

As son of Isabella of France,

grandson of Phillip IV of France,

heir of the House of Capet,

I am the lawful,

God-given King of France!

The blockade of England

shall be ended.

And let no man stand

between me

and my rightful throne!

Once again,

the English flag will fly on both sides

of the British Sea!

: God save the king!

God save the king! God save the king! God save the king! God save the king!

Still no change?

Neither for the worse, nor better.

I have no way of telling how it bodes.

It means God has not made up his mind yet.

I'm so sorry about what they did to Mattie.

Thank you.

I so admired you at her trial.

You had the courage to speak out and I did not.

We need strong women like you in the church.

Me in the church?

Women today are either nun, wife, or whore;

the nun is by far the freest.

How are you?

Tired.

I just wish Mattie was here.

I can't believe in a church that would kill Mattie.

There was nothing holy about that, it was evil.

I agree.

The one person that could have helped us.

I've only learned a fraction of everything she knew.

No, no, no. Caris, that's not true.

- You're working miracles here. - Am I?

We can't just leave people strewn across the cathedral floor.

We need a place to put the sick and the injured.

Well, when this is over, we'll build one.

I wouldn't even know where to start.

I said 'we'.

And...

is that because of your faith in my work,

or because of your feelings for me?

Both.

Thank you.

You've given me something to think about.

You mean the building, or me?

Both.

I thought you were an angel.

Scarcely that.

You look so lovely.

I was just dreaming

about the time I first set eyes on you.

The most beautiful woman

in Kingsbridge.

And you were the handsomest man.

Were?

Are!

And ever shall be.

How long before we wed?

You're awake.

You're awake!

Praise God! I've been praying for you daily.

Margery.

I've just had the strangest dream.

A stone bridge?

Brother, with no bridge, there would be no tolls,

no pilgrims, no merchants,

and consequently no money.

- You'll be bankrupt within the year. - Edmund, Edmund,

where is your faith? God will provide.

He took down the bridge,

so obviously we don't need one.

I trust in him and so should you.

Come, Brother Theodoric.

What a fool. Blind in more ways than one.

God help us if he's selected Prior.

- Well, who else is running against him? - Well, no one,

and that's the problem. We really need to find an alternative.

I can't really take those, so if you...

You must know that you're the best man...

The only man suitable for the position of Prior.

Thank you, Brother Matthias. You flatter me.

Well, don't you want to be Prior?

I came here to find peace.

I fear that if I stand,

and perhaps worse, if I won,

that that peace might elude me.

Well, never forget:

for some,

it is a calling.

You said I'd be Prior.

Brother Carlus is running and all the elder monks will vote for him.

You can't worry about Carlus. He's easily taken care of.

Who's running against him? - Ah, Brother Thomas announced his candidacy last night.

- Brother Thomas? - He's popular with the younger monks,

which leaves me without support.

He arrived here

as a knight with an arrow through his arm.

The man has a history.

Unearth it.

No less than Queen Isabella sponsored Sir Thomas Langley.

So?

He was stationed at Berkeley Castle

where the King was murdered,

and arrived here shortly afterward

injured and seeking refuge.

You think he was involved in the King's death.

Inquire of him.

Measure his answers.

Be careful what you say.

You're insinuating that I am somehow involved.

No, no not at all! Not at all, I'm just,

I'm just pointing out that since you were stationed at Berkeley Castle,

where the King was murdered,

it might appear by innuendo that you were somehow embroiled.

Of course I wasn't.

Of course you weren't.

But you understand, naturally,

a knight who mysteriously arrives here,

injured,

seeking refuge,

oh and sponsored by the Queen no less? Some of our fellow monks

- will want to ask you questions. - Why?

Why now?

Because you are standing

for Prior now.

And once they know of your past,

there's sure to be a simple inquiry.

- Do you think your father suspects? - That I'm having his fiancée?

I won't tell if you don't.

And until the Lord's successor can be appointed,

your inheritance cannot be approved.

My Dad's dead and I'm his only child.

- What's to approve? - How will you pay workers?

Thirty acres is more than one man can manage.

It's not 30 acres! It's only 20 he has to work.

One third of the land is always kept fallow.

It is not your business, woman.

An inheritance from father to son? That's everyone's business!

She's right, Nate. What do you say to that?