The Bastard Executioner

Previously on The Bastard Executioner...

There are many things

we do not know about our leader.

Even Petra knows little of his life

before he came to the river.

Will you ever tell me what you see?

Your savior needs you

to live the life of a different man.

Gawain Maddox!

The traveling punisher. Ah.

This is half my wage.

If you do not find this satisfactory,

move on.

Time is a most aggressive foe, Milus.

I need to make my gains now.

We need to fortify our resources.

Steeper taxes and tariffs.

You will break them, Milus.

And we both know there's nothing more dangerous

than a Welshman who has nothing to lose.

Tell me, Baroness.

How is it that someone of your privilege

may come to know the plight of the common man?

It is time.

Brother Wilk.

Ventris comes again. Already?

They'll take what little

stock and harvest we have left.

We can't do this without you.

Yea.

Gather supplies. We'll need to ride before midday.

You're not a rebel, Wilkin.

Took us in darkness.

Deadly ghosts.

In familiar hoods.

There was another this time.

Saw a flash of his face.

Ventris is sly and brutal.

It's only time and chance before you feel his blade.

We've barely stock and food to live.

You're the only stock

I can't live without!

Is there a mind for fairness in your swift purpose?

Of course, my love.

Fair process for every man.

We can't do this alone anymore.

You saw the daffodil hides in the trees.

The Byth Encil rebels

would welcome our skill.

Where are

your men?!

They went to Glen Darby Birch.

With their hoods?

Yea! With hoods!

Kill them all.

Burn it to the ground.

What are you...?

Careful, boy.

S-Sorry, Ma.

It's shit. Hmm?

Like the lot of you.

Come here. I'm-I'm sorry.

Don't mother him.

He needs to feel the pain of his mistake.

He feels it.

I won't tend it.

Please, enjoy the drink.

We have another bird.

I'll feed you in short.

Don't put rule on me, whore!

No. (crying)

Crawl, you cur!

Please, Maddy.

Show me the trench.

The village!

Hyah!

No.

No.

Dear child.

Oh...

Sweet boy.

My Rhys.

This was Ventris.

His collector as proof!

Savage noble!

Damn your holy destiny.

: Devil Christ. Damn you.

The sword.

Crest of Edward the First.

Where does he ride?

To meet the devil.

As are we.

Our families...

Will be avenged.

Hup!

See to the dead.

This is my fight.

We've all earned this horror.

I've no plan but vengeance.

The only plan left.

Yea, then.

To Castle Ventris.

Ha!

This is mine.

My due.

My sorrow.

Forgive me.

The witch.

What brings you so far east,

woman?

The same thing that brings all of you.

We flee the darkness.

Did you witness the massacre?

No.

But I will witness yours unless you alter your purpose.

There's nothing to alter.

We face what's ahead.

But you do not need to face it alone.

Your cynic... he has ties to the way of victory.

You are all knots and coil.

Pain of yesterday's fierce effort.

So you found your bandits.

No.

But we met with the proof of their guilt.

And you've returned with that proof?

Difficult to carry bone and slag.

My lord.

A scout came through from midshire this morning.

Spotted seven men traveling east last night.

One with a sword bearing Longshanks' mark.

Our bandits on a mission, perhaps.

Taking their vengeance to my gate?

Are they that mad with grief?

Or soldiers willing to die in service of their sorrow.

I think it best we meet them in journey,

away from anyone who may see this fool play as valiant.

Stay.

Protect the walls.

Prepare a full legion of foot soldiers.

I'll gut this warrior bandit.

Choke him cold with a snare of his own entrails.

A fine plan, my lord.

Are you waiting for a royal proclamation?

Go with him, Reeve.

Yes, indeed. Chamberlain.

My lady.

Who are you, traveler?

Gawain Maddox, milord.

I come up from the South.

Punisher by trade.

You have tools in possession?

Yea'on.

Ride with us.

I may need your services.

My family.

Ride the main trail north.

It leads to Castle Ventris.

They can wait there.

Just follow on.

I'll be with you.

Do you remember me, Earl Constable?

I'm the knight you sent to his death

at the hands of the hoarding Scots.

Impossible.

You know this man, my lord?

If you are indeed that knight,

you're either a deserter or a ghost.

If not dead then,

then dead now.