World Without End

No less than Queen Isabella sponsored Sir Thomas Langley.

He was stationed at Berkeley Castle where the King was murdered

and arrived here shortly afterward, injured and seeking refuge.

- Your father died of a fall in prison. - That is a lie!

- Give us land to farm. - You work for Lord Ralph.

You know it's against the law to leave him without his permission.

- You're breaking the law. - You all know this is wrong.

If Lord Ralph can do this to Wulfric,

then he can hang any of us as he pleases!

Now we're in for it.

- You can't do this, it's my livelihood! - You are not married.

You cannot run a business without a husband in charge.

My husband is dead!

Thomas is coming.

Merthin... What are you doing?

We're leaving.

Then you have made your choice.

There's nothing for us here anymore.

With Godwyn as Bishop,

- how could we ever be together? - Where will you go?

Away from Godwyn.

But what of the hospice?

Everything you've fought so hard for?

People like you are the soul of this town of Kingsbridge.

If you leave, who will stand up to Godwyn?

You could have stood against him years ago.

You chose not to.

I won't see Caris lose her life to him.

When will you leave?

Tomorrow, early.

I'll see you again before you go.

You won't change our minds.

Ralph's gonna be back soon with more soldiers.

Maybe we should take to the woods.

No. I won't run any longer.

I ran all my life...

until I met you.

Well, if we're gonna stay,

then we're gonna have to fight.

And if we fight, then we're probably gonna die.

I'd rather die fighting for something good

than live my life running in fear.

You probably think I'm a fool,

but I always wanted to change my life.

And yours.

Am I a fool?

You showed me that if...

something means enough to you,

then it's worth standing up for.

You're not a fool, Gwenda.

You're a goddess.

Thomas?

Do you swear fealty and service to Kingsbridge,

remembering courtesy and kindness,

and prizing justice above personal gain,

and do you labour for the common good?

- You know we do. - What is this?

Your borough charter.

I lettered it this afternoon.

And signed it "Edward II."

Thank you, Brother, but I don't think it'd do us any good.

This is the seal of King Edward II.

I told you he lives.

Your Majesty.

Oh no, please. Caris, stand up.

I'm Brother Thomas now.

I never should have been king.

I loved architecture

more than war.

And men more than my queen.

I gave her my crown...

but she had further plans.

She wanted me dead.

The knight who accepted

my execution orders was a man

named Thomas Langley.

I killed him,

and, with the help of the Head Guard, escaped.

Took Langley's name as my own.

All would have been well

had they not wanted to kill Langley too.

Kingsbridge had always been

loyal to me,

and the Priory was a place where I could

repent and pray.

And now it's free.

This charter strips the Priory

of all power over Kingsbridge

in secular matters.

And therefore Godwyn of any hold he has over you.

Stay, please.

And flourish under it.

- Where did this come from? - The scriptorum.

There were two copies.

The other's in safe hands.

- It's too well-preserved. - Hmm.

It was locked safely in a box,

hidden by Prior Anthony.

And no wonder.

But Prior Anthony would have told me.

I could have you branded

as a forger and a liar.

Check the seal,

Your Eminence.

I think you'll find it authentic.

I don't understand it.

The dead King's seal.

This is sorcery, Mother.

I can smell

the Devil's sulphur! And he works through that whore Caris.

I don't know about the Devil,

but this certainly changes everything.

I think the Queen will not be happy about this.

Merthin.

- What do you want? - Caris Wooler, you're under arrest

for practicing witchcraft.

- Those charges have been dismissed! - So long as she remained a nun.

- No, let her go! You've no right! - Merthin!

- As bishop, I have every right. - You can't prove she's a witch!

She was tried and convicted. I'm simply carrying out the sentence.

- Don't, Merthin! - Let her go, Godwyn!

You know you've no right.

If you touch a hair on her head...

- Arrest him. - Yes, Your Grace.

And why should a borough charter concern me?

It's an obvious forgery, Your Majesty. The wax on the seal

is quite fresh, but the seal itself belonged to your late husband,

who's been dead these past years.

- Where did you get this? - A monk,

Brother Thomas of Kingsbridge, claims to have found it.

Thomas Langley?

He was once your knight, yes.

Leave me alone.

At once!

Your Majesty.

Look at the seal.

- It's just a good copy. - No copy ever existed.

This seal disappeared when your father died.

Look at his mark! You think I don't know it?

That is every bit your father's.

What are you saying?

My father's alive?

Yes,

living as Thomas Langley,

monk of Kingsbridge.

Kingsbridge Priory.

That Priory gave land to the peasants--

There has already been a revolt in Wigleigh!

And now this charter!

I saw him.

Sire, what is it?

It seemed impossible.

All these years

you have suspected me,

but he is the one who was plotting against you.

You cannot be King while he lives. You know that.

- Yes. - But now you have no choice.

Your throne

or his life.

So, what will you choose?

There has been, in the County of Shiring,

a bloody insurrection against manorial rule

and a threat to the very Crown

of England. Consequently,

I shall, myself,

lead the army against it.

All traitors will be put to the sword!

We will destroy Wigleigh and Kingsbridge!

Leave not one stone standing

nor one renegade breathing!

God save England!

God save the King!

God save England! God save the King!

God save England!

God save the King!

That's right, lads, build her up.

Round the sides and the back as well. Thank you, Brother.

Come on, make it nice and thick.

We're burning a witch, not a sparrow.

You've come to bargain, I suppose.

A borough charter for a life?

No. There'll be no bargaining.

You'll be tied to the stake and burned, as befits

- a depraved Devil's Whore. - You're the one who's depraved,

cousin.

You've hated me and yet you've wanted me

since we were children.

You've tempted me, true,

but I never succumbed.

I never succumbed until now.

Only a great witch can seduce

God's servant on earth.

You've been wanting me, haven't you?

I'm the innocent victim.

The Devil sent you.

He sent you to look on me.

To look on me and touch me

and feel me...

Ah!

Is it everything you dreamed of?