The Necromancer

the line! They're retreating!

Slaughter them!

Attack!

Forward!

Attack!

I just want to go home.

That's you and I, both.

Kill them!

He's got a blade!

Ya call that a blade?

Kill her!

Was she trying to look up your skirt?

It's a kilt!

Even.

I killed three.

We're even.

- Forward! - Spiffing.

You all know me, men.

You trust me.

We've been asked...

ordered... to counter attack at Waterloo.

If we do that, it'll be suicide,

- Ridiculous. - We'll be slaughtered.

Even if we do manage to defeat the enemy,

more will come.

Mm.

This war is over.

What happened to the Prussian army?

If they came to our aid?

Napoleon defeated the Prussian army today

while we fought here.

The Duke of Wellington must have a plan.

The Iron Duke, I fought with him in Spain.

You know how he got that nickname?

By using his men like a hammer

to smash the French lines.

It'll be the same at Waterloo.

Only this time we'll be out-manned and outgunned.

Napoleon has captured the Prussian artillery.

It'll be suicide.

If we go to Waterloo, we're dead.

This lucks bound to run out.

So uh...

why did you come here

in the dead of night to tell us this?

I suggest... we leave.

Now.

And become deserters?

This campaign has been madness since the beginning.

Aye.

I vote we leave.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

If we're discovered...

...we'll be shot.

The way I see it.

We're dead already.

Form up on me, men.

Let's get out of here.

Bring only what you need.

The guards will be watching the front lines.

We'll head for Germany and then North

to the coast.

[heroic military drumline & strings instrumental]

In a few more days we'll be uh,

back on British soil.

She'll be waiting for you.

She will.

You know, I counted the amount of days

we've been away.

It's been 427.

427 days gone...

in the blink of an eye.

We were never meant to come back alive.

But we have.

Sometimes the paths we take aren't always what we expect,

But we'll uh,

get to where we're going in the end.

Be strong, my friend.

We uh, set out at first light.

Beautiful.

Piss off.

Righty-o.

Logan!

You tried to leave without saying goodbye.

Is there anything fond about this farewell?

I am your wife.

Only yours and I will be here when you return.

And if I do not?

Oh, don't speak of such things.

If you see that man again, I shall kill him.

Your last words to me are that of death.

We'll find little shelter until we reach Germany.

I wouldn't expect a warm welcome even then.

I thought they're quite hospitable.

I think you heard wrong.

I heard that the women don't even shave their legs.

What's that got to do with anything?

I don't trust the bears.

- - Logan?

Is there anything the matter?

- - Shall we?

Shall we?

I've read a lot about Germany.

What? The Brothers Grimm's tales?

Specifically, yes, actually.

I was joking.

I'm not. Fascinating.

They're real, you know?

Codswallop.

Tales to scare the kids.

Maybe, maybe not.

I wouldn't have thought you to be one

to believe in such things.

Glass slippers, princes and fairies.

Pray. Tell me which of these have you've come across?

If you want to know and not just mock me, ask then.

- - Clear.

So what did you and the Miller's daughter

say in private?

Didn't know I was meant to be talkin'.

Well, she must have liked it very much.

Yes, well, women love a man in a skirt.

It's a kilt.

Yes, very pretty.

- -

There's a goat herder up ahead

and very little else.

Good.

Get yourself some bread, boy.

Charles. The watch is yours.

This is Germany.

How do you know?

I know.

Time for Bernard to tell us his tale.

Yes, let's take a break.

I'm sure we'd all like to hear it, Bernard.

You'll stop when I say. Not before.

I met him in the market.