Son's Will (Volja Sinovljeva)

We'll waste the hunt if we don't move.

Soon...

Stop it.

Just say the word, and we'll go.

Don't worry.

What if someone warned them?

Water, please.

Please.

Can you pay for it, young boy?

Yes, we can.

Where do you come from?

Far away.

Where are you headed?

Nowhere.

Don't be rude, kid.

Who's this?

The Lute Player.

-What's he to you? -Nothing.

We travel together, he plays the lute,

I help him move around.

Is the kid telling the truth?

He can't see you.

But he can hear me, right?

Yes, but he doesn't speak.

Why not?

He saves his breath for the lute.

That's how he makes his living.

What's wrong with him? Is he Soaked?

-Let's see. -Better not!

Easy, kid.

Out here, we pay first.

No problem.

Do it, then.

We'll pay with a song.

What does he sing about?

The Will of the Son.

What are you talking about?

I told you to watch your mouth.

Repeat what you said.

What did you say the Lute Player sings?

The Will of the Son.

You know what I heard about that...

Will of the Son?

I heard it's nothing but a fantasy.

I heard that the story failed a long time ago,

and that no one believes in it anymore.

Anyone who has heard the story believes in it.

But they can hear it only from the Lute Player.

He's the only person who knows it.

Okay.

Come on, now, Lute Player.

If the boy speaks so nicely of you, play the lute for us.

Can you do that... Lute Player?

Throw the gun down.

Move it.

Open up.

I caught him by chance.

He was running away from the Betrayed.

Head Collector?

Maybe. But he doesn't look like one.

Let me see.

It's deep.

Who are you?

My name is John.

Of the Grainmen.

I remember that your late husband talked about them.

They live far away, in the Badlands.

But the last I heard about them

was that the Grainmen were destroyed

and no longer exist.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to the City.

Why?

To find my sister.

You won't find her.

I'm not asking anything from you.

Just heal my wound.

I'll pay you back.

He looks very strong.

Get up!

If we clean him up, and if Suna fixes him,

he could even qualify.

We'll try.

Okay.

We can try to help you.

But first, you're going to help us.

Mom and Dad will be back soon. Okay?

You got lucky. You don't need any stitches.

He's looking all right.

Where are you taking me?

You're getting married.

Just be quiet and do as you're told.

What marriage? What is this?

What if I say no?

You will do as you're told.

If everything turns out well,

you'll get a rifle and 40 bullets out of it.

The bride chooses between many candidates.

Everything counts.

Your offering is in your looks, your height, your weight,

and especially in your strength.

That's why we have to make you look good.

Who is the picky bride?

You don't need to worry about that.

All I care about is the rifle and 40 bullets.

You're going to the City?

I hope you'll find your sister.

Who are you?

Hide me... please.

Tower announcement!

The Ruler has been wounded!

I repeat. The Ruler has been wounded!

Tower announcement!

The Ruler has been wounded!

I repeat. The Ruler has been wounded!

I repeat. The Ruler has been wounded!

The Ruler has been wounded!

Outlander...

Outlander!

What is it?

The Lord wants you. It's urgent.

It's not good. The Ruler is wounded.

What?

They breached the Tower.

- Who? - I don't know.

The Lord wants you.

You will seal off all gates leading in and out of the City.

Then, you will round up all guards on duty at the time.

I want the whole sleeping shift here.

How is he?

Two stabs in his torso.

Lord, maybe someone was targeting the treasure.

Who did this?

We don't know.

But we caught the accomplice.

Bring him, now.

Everybody out.

Move it.

Do you know what I don't like about your tribe?

The masks.

Why do you wear them?

Are you ashamed of something?

Lord...

We never even thought about making you angry.

Do me a favor.

Take off the mask for me. I just want a peek.

None of our people would even think of

opposing the Ruler, let alone killing him.

Just one peek.

The person who wounded your father

is not one of Soaked.

I believe him.

I believe you're telling the truth

and nothing but the truth.

There's just one problem here.

The person who did this...

That person wore the same mask as yours.

That person is not here.

And you are.

So, tell me...

What would you do if you were me?

I don't know.

Someone knows, though.

Stop!

He didn't confess.

He'll confess.

Guards!

Take him away.

Listen to me closely.

Don't you ever be the judge while I'm in your presence.

Yes, Lord.

Don't worry.

You're safe with me.

If you want my help, you'll have to start talking.

That's not true.

They're full of shit.

We all know the Soaked killed the Ruler.

Make him go on, now.

And...

Be careful.

Let me make myself clear.

If your song is not right,

both of your heads will roll.

Play, now.

The Soaked have always been dear to me and my father.

If anyone else attempted this,

maybe I could understand.

But the Soaked...

to strike the hand that feeds them...

My Lord, I don't know who was under that mask.

But I do know he wasn't one of the Soaked.

My men saw the assassin running

to the south side of the City.

As you know, we don't control that part of the City.

The Bloodheads control it.

Listen to me, please. I'll be brief.

What do you want?

Maria...

You're still gorgeous.

Even more than that.