Motherland: Fort Salem

Previously, on Motherland...

Today Vice President Silver's family

will not soon forget.

This young woman is of the blood.

Goddess knows how many more are out there.

We need to get to them before the Camarilla does.

They don't know how

but this force protects us when we're threatened.

So you'll continue testing Raelle.

You will die!

I would like to offer you something very rare.

An opportunity to resume your life as it was.

Do you see a person there?

It's her.

She's real!

I thought we were in agreement.

This order is ready for you to sign.

We need to open test centers now.

Asking all young woman of conscription age

to report for testing

is not gonna be popular

We know that there are more witches out there...

like your daughter.

That they need to be kept safe

She's not gonna be safer in the Army!

Mr. Vice President, your daughter's proven

to be a witch.

It is the duty of every witch

to report for military service.

She's no exception.

This isn't right.

And the President has assured me

she won't be signing any such order.

Is this true?

If I sign this there will be a public outcry

They need to be identified and protected.

I'm not sure I can turn the nation upside down

without hard evidence...

We have the bodies to prove it, Madame President.

I'm not sure, Blanton.

The more I think about it

these young women have no idea what's coming‐‐

no idea what's coming after them.

Madame President, with all due respect‐‐

New witches must be protected.

Next time you learn some new weather,

a heads‐up before you unleash it would be great.

It was a reflex action.

I learned it last week.

In Weatherwork.

I hate that we're on separate tracks now.

It's supposed to make us better soldiers.

Try wetter soldiers.

My Sight was a mess today, too.

I just can't stop thinking about that redacted soldier

from the photo.

Maybe she messed up.

Just because something's need to know

doesn't mean it's a mystery.

How's witchbomb testing?

Izadora wants me to try and sing Seeds

to make it go off without me having to die, so...

Don't knock the process.

You've got the opportunity to do something completely new.

Make your own name for yourself.

That's huge.

I can't even speak one full sentence

in Mothertongue, you know?

And that's basic war college stuff.

So whatever's happening with me, it's‐‐

If you say "advanced"

I'm gonna throw a waterspout at you again.

You got this.

You did that on purpose?

Who's the old lady?

Then old lady is the Imperatrix.

The Matriarch of the Imperative

Not only am I responsible for the growth

and continuation of witch bloodlines,

I can flatten you to pulp with any number of Workings

before you knew what had hit you.

You must be our Outcross.

The Fixer with the rebellious streak.

What's an "outcross'?

Means your mom crossed lines with a civilian.

Are you our Matrifocal daughter?

Yes, Ma'am.

‐Matriarch‐‐ ‐Matriarch.

Yes, Matriarch. Sorry.

Eager to please, and guileless.

Very on‐point for your upbringing.

And our Bellweather.

Our North star.

The envy of War College.

I highly doubt that.

Modesty is beneath you.

Avoid it. Completely.

So, why am I here, blessing you with my presence?

Because today, the Matrimonial Season begins.

Tomorrow night, you will attend the Paragon Reception

in Bellweather Hall.

This is when you'll start narrowing down your choices

of the men who will be a part of furthering your line.

Dress uniforms, ladies,

and no lipstick, please.

So cloying.

Pardon the colloquialism,

but you Bellweathers are at the end of the line, Petra.

Abigail had better take this process seriously.

Fewer witches are being born,

and we're facing a new threat.

Abigail will come around.

It's in her blood.

And we have found one new bloodline.

We may find more with the testing‐‐

More Outcrossed lines,

which I suppose have their place.

But they're no replacement for the power of purity.

Perhaps, the Imperative should reflect upon the fact

that it lost track of these bloodlines, to begin with.

Witches are as powerful as they are

because of the Imperative

‐Your duty‐‐ ‐I know my duty.

The Imperative serves an important purpose, Matriarch,

but know your place.

I will not stand here while you impugn my authority

to appease your ego.

I don't report to you.

Now, leave my office.

The arrogance of that woman...

That's the danger of having no one but yourself

to answer to.

How goes our hunt for the Camarilla?

I've got operatives in the field

tryna figure out how they got to the rest of my line

before we even knew they existed.

Has The Hague gotten back to you

on the Plague samples we sent?

Not yet,

but everybody's being cooperative for once.

You're very good at getting people

to see things your way.

Good day, General.

That's basically every Seed I know.

Why won't it do anything?

Her, not it.

Show some respect.

To the mushroom?

She has certain fungal properties, yes.

The truth is,

I've been studying Her for many years,

And I still know so little.

She's ancient.

She responds to stimuli, especially to threats.

You do not want to be the target of Her enmity.

Or the bearer of it?

You're more than just a conduit for Her.

She chose to form a symbiosis with you

It's late.

I'll see you here tomorrow evening.

This thing you gave me,

I don't want.

Can't even use.

Abigail would love it.

But you gave it to me.

Why?

Why is it that I have to die for you to do anything?

Izadora?

It's a Death‐Cap.

Is that what you want?

That seed?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I think I got Her attention.

The integrity of your line

is one of my greatest triumphs.

All of the traits that mark a Bellweather are present

- in you. - I'm more than just traits.

I've worked hard.

Skills help us win the battle,

but breeding lets us win the war, dear.

We're stronger, over time, for it.

And you want me to handfast with...

Gregorio Shellbark?

Pass.

You are so like your mother

She also had her flighty side.

Petra Bellweather? Flighty?

At the end of the day,

I at least got her to narrow the field to the three men

that we chose to father you.

Then extend me the same courtesy.

The Earthquake boy.

How do you‐‐

I have eyes and ears everywhere.

A Bellweather being handfasted to someone

who's not even in the military.

How did you think that would go?

Your timetable will be accelerated

And what does that mean, exactly