World Without End

I hear the old king's dead. God save us.

Sir Thomas Langley, knight to Queen Isabella.

- Are you suggesting that he conspires against me? - Not just him.

These men are traitors to the Crown. Hang them.

But you still need an Oxford education.

You've no money, Mother.

Then the good Lord must provide.

Seek me out. And, if I may, I'll do the same with you.

I'd like that.

We've planned a little celebration--of your betrothal

to Elfric Builder.

Nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

- Amen. - (others): Amen.

Will you, Elfric Builder,

take Caris Wooler as your lawful wife?

I will.

Will you, Caris Wooler,

take Elfric Builder as your lawful husband,

to love, honour,

and obey from this day forward so long as you live?

I will.

You may kiss the bride.

Smile.

: Sir Roland?

: I will, Your Highness.

Majesty. I bring good news from Kingsbridge.

Two more traitors arrested

- and hung. - Any monks among them?

No.

Shame.

In short, Kingsbridge has been purged once again.

So Kingsbridge is now a shining example of my realm?

Well, there is always room for improvement, Majesty.

Did you have anything in particular in mind?

Many things.

But let's start with taxes.

Kingsbridge wool is renowned

throughout the world.

Shouldn't that be a good source of revenue?

Actual more, Majesty, I think you will find

they are already quite heavily taxed.

Are you suggesting they can't provide more?

No, Majesty. If more is required, then more will be provided.

Then we require more--

much more.

A war is coming, and wars are expensive. Go.

And tax those monks too!

A witch is to be tried on Saturday morning,

the last day of the fair!

"The end approacheth", saith the Lord.

Death to sinners, and hellfire eternal!

What's Sir Roland doing here? And with his sons no less?

He never deigns to come to the fair.

I expect they've come to meet his fiancée.

His what?

Lady Margery. Didn't you know?

Whoa.

Sixteen's a bit old for a first marriage, Father.

She must be hideous.

Au contraire. You've met her, haven't you, Richard?

Well, Father, I've confessed Lady Margery several times,

but, to be honest, I wasn't focused on her charm.

Are you going to be able to keep up with her?

No fear for me in the bedroom, boy.

Philippa's met her, says she's spoiled.

Yes, there goes your inheritance, boys.

Is it true your master's to be married?

What's it to you?

Why so cruel?

I only ask out of genuine curiosity.

I once knew him well.

You and many other women.

Have you met the bride to be?

She's young and she's pretty, if that's what you're asking.

Now, if you don't mind, I have better things to do

than to banter with you.

Of course.

- Elfric? - He's out.

Do you have any idea

- where I might find him? - He tells me very little.

Did you make these?

Uh, yes. I model Elfric's projects

in miniature to work out any problems.

You're very talented.

Thank you.

But still I see things in my mind that I want to build,

but I don't know where to start.

I was a student of architecture

myself. Um, always wanted to study in Florence.

- You've been to Italy? - I never...

completely understood how the structures were supported.

I'm sure you could follow the drawings

- better than I. - I doubt it.

Don't doubt your abilities,

Merthin. Very important.

- There you go. - Get me some sage, love.

Signor Carolli.

- Leaving already? - Buon giorno, Caris, Mattie.

Why are you empty-handed?

Your aunt has raised prices again.

If I can't afford them, than neither can anyone else.

I'd like to go home with something

from the best fleece fair in the country, since it took me

nearly a lifetime to get across that bridge.

I'm so sorry. I'll talk to Father.

I'll think twice before returning.

- Why don't they widen the bridge? - I think Father is debating it as we speak.

What's to debate? Hire a builder!

Andiamo.

Hey!

Merthin.

- Come with me. - Hold on.

No, no, I need you to come with me. Come on!

- What? - I'll explain on the way.

For the priory. Bless you, sir.

This fair brings in more money in one week

than we make all year. If we don't widen the bridge,

- our merchants will go elsewhere. - That is of no concern to me.

- Well, it should be. - Why? The money is

for you, not the priory.

Fine. We'll pay for it.

You can't afford to any more than we can.

Elfric is the only builder we have, and he'll charge a fortune.

You'd complain more if the bridge were closed.

This is getting us nowhere. Merthin,

- give us your opinion. - I--

- He's just an apprentice. - Let him speak.

Well, I'd wait till late summer when the river is at its lowest.

I wouldn't have to close it completely,

but there'd only be enough space for a few people at a time.

And I'd most certainly do it cheaper than Elfric.

But even this man will want money.

- The guild will pay. - But who then will own it?

- Well, the guild, of course! - And what of our coffers?

The priory's income comes

from this bridge. That will never change.

Stubborn fool.

If you ask me, it ought to be rebuilt altogether.

Why do you say that?

Just look at it.

It was never built to carry this much traffic.

I'd be surprised

if it lasts another year.

Thank you for thinking of me.

- I wanted you to dress in this. - Oh, Philippa, look at this!

Do you like it?

Perhaps Roland will give it to me as a wedding gift.

It's beautiful!

M'lady.

I couldn't help but notice that the pale green matches your eyes quite perfectly.

How kind of you to say so.

But my eyes are blue.

Philippa! There you are.

Spending my money again?

And this must be Lady Margery.

I'm William, Sir Roland's oldest son.

And soon to be your stepson.

Ladies, I've heard there's a wonderful

selection of furs just over here. Shall we?

- Hey, Da! Look at this! - Stop it, son!

That's our livelihood you're playing with.

- Look at that. Catch! - Wulfric! You're terrible!

Fresh eggs. Eggs, sir?

- No, thank you. - Fresh eggs.

Hey, you're Ralph Fitzgerald, aren't you?

What of it?

I remember you when I was little.

You were the handsomest lad in 20 miles.

All the girls were in love with you then.

And now?

They still are. Some of them.

What's your name?

Annet.

My father is Perkin of Wigleigh. This is his stall.

You're quite handsome yourself, Annet.

- Are these your eggs? - My hens.

Serviced by a huge rooster, I hope.

Would you like to go walking, Annet?

My fiancé will be jealous.

Your fiancé?

He's a bit of a lump, isn't he?

See to your customers, boy. I'm well taken care of.

He needn't worry;

I only wish to see your hens.

And I'll show you a great crowing rooster.

Ugh!

You leave my girl alone!

Don't... touch...

her... again!

Out of my way!

Right, my lad!

- You are coming with me! - Get off!

And you are in big trouble now!

More Burgundy.

Enjoy it while you can...

for soon there will be none.