World Without End

- Previously... - Tell me, how do I win you?

We need strong women like you in the Church.

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

The man has a history. Unearth it.

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!

Tomorrow, the monks are to elect a new Prior.

I would be so grateful for your support.

The English flag will fly on both sides

of the British Sea!

The King! The King is here!

Father!

- Father! - Dear Joan!

Edward.

Mother.

You're not needed here.

Joan missed you.

And I've missed her.

Look how you've grown!

What's news?

Warring enlivens me.

Flanders has declared neutrality and the Low Countries

- are bartering to side with us. - This is good news.

It comes with a hefty fee, and our treasuries are empty.

It's only money.

I hope France turns out to be worth it.

Can you be crowned in the Great Cathedral of Reims?

That would be beautiful.

I could wear gold!

Let me defeat the French first.

Then we'll start worrying about dresses.

Merthin, do you think the Queen will try to stop us again?

Well, we have no choice, and we're in the right.

How's the shoreline of the scaffold, Jeremiah?

- We just put it in. - Well, can you go and check?

Will do, Merthin.

John, go and help Jeremiah.

Make way for the Lord of Wigleigh!

I care nothing for things of this world.

One day I'll get Kingsbridge to follow my example.

By building more walls and hanging more whores?

By embracing the values of the church fathers.

Saint Jerome lived in a cave

and he wore skins of animals.

We all need to divorce ourselves from our worldly desires.

Apart from our mother's cooking, of course.

Saint Jerome, as I recall,

was a bishop.

Without that level of power,

your plans will come to nothing.

Live in a cave in your heart, my boy,

but if you wish to win respect,

build a palace.

Perhaps these, maybe.

Lady Philippa. What an unexpected pleasure.

Hello, Lord Ralph.

I do prefer green. I like it.

Would this flatter me?

I'd think you'd flatter it, my lady.

It's a little heavy for summer though, I think.

I'm planning ahead, Sir.

Doing what I can while it's still easy.

My lady?

Have you not heard?

I'm with child.

How dare you! You have no right!

The King has the right. We are at war.

We don't care about your damn war! We're being forced

- to pay for something that won't benefit us! - What's going on here?

- You're robbing us blind! - Let him go!

- What do you think you're doing? - We're borrowing money for the war.

How do we know that this is the King's will? Do you have any written orders?

- What man here can read? - I can.

- Don't get involved, brother. - I am involved. This is my town

and we need to rebuild our bridge, you know that.

Keep loading.

Ralph, don't do this.

Oh, God. It's alright,

it's alright, it's alright. I'm here, Merthin.

I must be the only Prior in Christendom who still lives

in his own monastery.

And we need a place of comfort

to offer our special guests,

and I obviously warrant private quarters too.

I see. And who will pay for this?

The Church, of course. You can have a private sanctuary as well, if you'd like.

Thank you, Prior.

But the convent owns the land, not me.

We are a religious order with communal possessions.

The convent owns nothing.

The convent is considering building a hospice here.

A hospice?

With Caris Wooler to tend the sick.

You'd put her witchcraft before the glory of God?

If you are asking me if I would put the common good above priestly vanity,

the answer would have to be 'yes'.

I give you good day.

Mother Cecilia?

Prior Godwyn wants my land to build a palace.

I told him I would rather you have it to build a hospice.

The land is yours

and I will fund the building.

It has come to my attention

that contrary to the beliefs of many, land in Kingsbridge

belongs to the Priory.

Not the landholders, tenants,

and not the convent.

It is therefore my duty as Prior

to manage our property.

And I alone will make decisions

regarding its use.

For the Glory of God.

He's a conniving weasel!

- Godwyn? - Yes.

Conniving and stupid.

I've put up with his nonsense for too long.

I'm going to London.

- Would you care to accompany me? - Yes.

We'll have the Court put Godwyn in his place.

Why do men think we need them so desperately?

Just like babies, but with a mind of their own.

And what about the new Lord?

I wouldn't mind him taking me for a good ride. (laughing)

Don't get your hopes up.

He flirted with me once and allowed me a feel.

Not much there!

Hmm!

Alright, I'm going back to the village.

- I won't be long. - See you there.

Come on.

Not much there?

My lord.

I didn't mean it seriously, my lord.

My friends and I were only joking.

There's a lot more there than you think.

Lie down.

- Go on, lie down. - Please, my lord.

I said lie down.

- No! - He said lie down!

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Please, no!

Look at me. Look at me!

He's got your face.

I think we ought to call him Samuel. Sam.

- After my Da? - Yeah.

Annet? What are you doing?

Wait, what's happened? What's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong.

Wulfric, take him.

Did someone do something to you?

Annet, look at me.

Who did this?

Ralph Fitzgerald.

- I'm going to kill him! You take the baby. - No.

- Take him! - Are you going to leave Sam without a father?

You're going to let him get away with this?

There's other ways to punish him. Annet can swear out a complaint...

- Nothing is gonna come of it! - It's the law. The Sheriff has to listen.

At least give it a chance before losing your life.

Two hundred years ago,

Prior Philip established our convent.

In his last will and testament,

he systematically stated that the convent should have autonomy

- to manage its own land. - We've all heard this tale, Your Honour,

but where is the proof?

We contend that this much vaunted will

is a myth. Certainly no search

- has ever brought it to light. - Well, I cannot speak

for the Priory. Indeed their document

may have been lost or misplaced,

or maybe even destroyed.

But the convent's document certainly exists.

I need to examine this.

Come back tomorrow. I'll give you my decision then.

She's convinced Mother Cecilia to build this hospice.

Caris Wooler

is Satan's apprentice.

- You truly believe that? - I know it to be true.

And God works through you.

That is my most fervent wish.

So if Satan provides the enemy,

and God provides a just opponent in you, your duty is clear.

However you defeat her,

God will approve.

Prior Godwyn?

What are you doing here?

You really shouldn't meet me here--

Where's Prior Godwyn?

Returning to Kingsbridge. He had a meeting he wished to attend.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I've only just been assigned the case.

Where is Judge Wheatfield?

You haven't heard?

He died last night in a fire.

His rooms and all of their contents were destroyed.

Including the will?

What will?

We are here...

We are here to discuss

Merthin's contract