World Without End

- Previously... - Kingsbridge belongs to the Priory. Not the convent.

Godwyn? What are you doing here?

- Marilyn left the money specifically to the convent. - Do you have that in writing?

Wait. You met the King.

I want you to go to him in France, get an order from him.

If I'm still King after tomorrow,

I will grant your petition.

For England!

Sisters! Welcome home!

Safely returned.

It's good to be back, Mother.

We have been praying for you.

Come. What news?

We found the King and we found war.

- I can only imagine... - I pray that you can't.

It was worse than anything that my mind could conjure.

God is testing us all, it seems. Whilst you were away,

Prior Godwyn has begun work on his palace.

With our gold?

With our gold, yes.

Then our journey wasn't without purpose:

This will stop him.

It's a mere scribble

on the back of an old map.

Hastily written on the battlefield.

It orders you to return our stolen money so that we can build our hospice.

I don't see the Royal Seal.

That's because it's kept in England.

If you doubt its authenticity,

the King will give his word.

In person?

Even if it is authentic, which I doubt very much,

he won't come to Kingsbridge to enforce it.

Oh, but he suggested that he will.

You would lose your position, cousin,

and with any luck, your head.

He's a king.

And you're a nun.

What could you have possibly done to make him give you this?

Thank you, Sister Caris.

Stop construction now.

: I've just had my eyes opened to the way the world works.

That was war.

Men killing each other for power or land.

Not only each other...

women, children, animals.

I can't even pretend to believe anymore.

In what?

I used to have doubts about God's presence in this world,

and now I know for sure that He's not among us.

You still need rest.

- This will pass. - No, it will never pass.

Yah!

Congratulations, Sir Ralph..

The King rewards criminals well.

The King shows gratitude for loyalty and courage, Sir Roland.

- By making some of us peers. - What?

By restoring your property at Wigleigh?

It is but a fraction the size of my sovereignty.

He's also bestowed upon me

the Tench estate.

A property nearly as extensive as Shiring's.

The Earldom of Tench?

Yes.

Sorry we're late.

Odila insisted that we...

Lady Philippa.

It's been some long while.

Yes.

You've not changed.

- Is this your daughter? - Yes. - I'm Lord Ralph.

- What's your name? - Odila.

Odila.

Come along, Odila.

Your nurse is waiting for us.

The orange in your dress was pulled from mine.

- Do you like it? - Yes.

Lady Philippa?

May I have a word?

Go, I'll catch up.

What do you want, Sir Ralph?

I want your hand in marriage.

I've been waiting for this moment

for such a long time,

ever since I saw you that day in the market...

as a young man, and now that I am a peer...

You must know that I adore you.

I would lay down my life for you,

I would share my good fortune with you.

And I know that you care for me too--

I never cared for you! I pitied you, as a young man

deprived of his inheritance. But you have since become

a rapist and a murderer.

I'd sooner die than marry you.

: The war has taken the lives of many Englishmen

and far too many landholders of Wigleigh.

Their lands have lain fallow for years, and it's time

we distributed the property to those who can farm it.

We've decided, therefore,

to award these landholdings

to George Perkin.

Why? Why him?

Why not us?

He's a landholder. You're a labourer.

So? He can't pay the labourers he's got now.

I pay you what I can.

Food! You pay us food, and we're still starving!

Give the land to the peasants.

We'll farm it.

Can you pay the tenant's fee?

Well, we'll pay it bit by bit!

We'll work all the harder if the land is ours!

Your purpose as peasants

is to feed and support the bishops and lords--

Yeah, who tax us and rob us to keep us in our place!

My decision stands!

You said nothing.

It's dangerous to speak your mind like that.

- You'd rather be robbed? - I'd rather go poor than be hanged a traitor.

- Somebody's got to defend what is rightfully ours. - Not you!

- Why not? - You're a woman! You make me look like a gelding

- when you speak like that! - Why don't you stand up for yourself and your sons

- and your woman?! - No one can stand up for you!

You've got a bigger prick than any man in Wigleigh!

- Mama! No, don't! - Stop!

Don't fight! Please, Ma, no!

Da, no!! Ma!

Go!

Just get out of my life!

Mama, are you all right?

Mother Cecilia just told me you were writing a book.

Did you get my letter?

I didn't think you'd ever come back...

Are you with your family?

The Mortality visited us.

My wife and child died.

I caught it too,

but God was cruel and He let me live.

I'm so sorry.

And you?

I practice the arts of healing.

I'm still learning.

And now? A return,

or just a stop on your journey?

That depends on you.

- Caris, listen to me-- - No. - Please, I have thought--

If I leave the convent, I'll be hanged.

No one can still believe that you're a witch.

Godwyn does.

Well, then we'll steal away! We'll go back to Italy.

To replace what you have lost?

My feelings are worthy, why do you sully them?

You can't neglect a crop for years

and then expect to come back to a harvest!

I'm changed, and I'm sure that you are too!

I loved you

from the moment I saw you.

I've never stopped loving you since.

Pray for me,

but don't love me.

Go.

Please.

I'm beginning to wonder whether we should be at war at all.

The news from France

is that they have been decimated by the Great Mortality.

This pestilence has fought your war for you.

Now is the perfect time

to attack,

- not retreat. - Oh.

And who shall I send to fight then, Mother? You?

God gave you a sign

saying this war was just.

- Why should He fail you now? - Was it really a sign from God

or the trick of a greedier messenger?

A civil uprising deposed my father.

A secret order commanded his death.

A foreign war was declared,

and all to what purpose?

To put you in power, Mother.

And now comes the Great Mortality,

which truly is a sign that God

is not happy.

Checkmate.

I think you'd better leave.

Mon cher, these are my rooms.

I mean London.

I don't want to see you in my court again.

Edward.

Edward, listen to me.

Edward!

Edward!!!

I stood by your son on the battlefield, Your Majesty,

but this time he is mistaken. You deserve praise,

not exile.

It only becomes exile

if I don't return.

Merthin, lad, genius lad!

That Italian loom design you gave me works wonders.

The speed, the quality--

Leave Merthin alone, husband. Come sit.