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Behold my son and heir, Henry IX!
We welcome my father, King Ferdinand.
You will have your war with France
and your treaty with Spain.
How wonderful to have our trust in Spain at last.
Do I see Edmund de la Pole
on English soil?
I bring God's wroth and the Yorks'
down upon Henry bloody Tudor.
Edmund de la Pole has been arrested.
I am sorry I could not come sooner.
Has something happened?
Do they tire of me and wish to have my head?
Of course they don't.
Your Grace, a letter for you.
It has your father's seal.
- What is it? - He is not coming.
My father... he has betrayed us.
We will speak to God
and ask him to forgive
your mother's pride.
Henry?
Henry!
England, you shall have your victory,
and you will have a new heir from my womb.
I stand here as a daughter of England,
and I make you that promise.
- -
Henry?
Catherine?
You dream he is crying.
It's not the sound of his crying
that brings the terror,
but the sound of his silence.
We're together.
We're strong.
It feels against nature...
against England, that he was taken from me.
It makes me angry sometimes, Lina...
Angry like a fire in me.
You have a new child to love.
Have you told the king?
No. I wanted to be sure first.
But also, I...
I don't want to let little Henry go.
It feels as though I am betraying him.
No, Highness.
It's time for you to stay home, Lina.
Bessie can take care of me.
I will come and see you soon.
Tell him.
The time to strike is now!
We'll give Pope Julius back Bologna,
Lombardy, and Genoa,
stolen by the French,
and we'll retake our own lands.
And the Holy Roman Emperor supports this campaign.
He calls you the most Christian King.
So he should.
This is a holy war.
My cousin Charles is with us, and his father, Maximilian.
But we'll leave your father out of it this time.
My father's betrayal only makes us stronger.
We must look to ourselves,
to England.
Gentlemen,
the queen is tireless, is she not?
And if I may venture, she's never looked stronger.
General Howard,
do you need a cushion,
or do you have something you wish to say?
It's a mistake for you to lead the army, Your Grace.
You will leave the country without an heir,
and England will be exposed.
You suggest the king stay here and what?
Embroider something?
When the king leads his men,
he increases their strength tenfold.
And tenfold is the calamity
if he gets an arrow to the throat
or the heart
or gets his cock blown off.
The general's right about one thing.
Edmund de la Pole still lives,
and he once tried to claim the throne.
His rebellion was three years ago.
There are none to rally to him.
There are always rebel pockets...
Your Grace.
And if the realm should be left without an heir...
But the heir is here, Chaplain...
...within me.
I waited to be sure.
Now I am.
Thank you, dear Catherine.
The queen carries my son,
as I shall carry the banner of England into France,
and we will be victorious.
Congratulations again.
And I wonder if I may raise the notion
of bringing my family further to court.
Henry.
Surely Edmund de la Pole is not a threat.
Catherine, as ever, you are a wonder.
You've shouldered so much pain,
and yet, you're my inspiration.
My warrior queen,
I will do what I must to protect you,
and if de la Pole is how I keep you safe,
then I will take his head myself this very moment.
Also Seneca used to say
that sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Ah.
Hm.
How were your classes, Reggie?
Well, we talked of Seneca and the nature of Stoicism.
He had many questions.
There is a future for him in the church.
Well, we certainly know stoicism in our family.
Come along, Reggie.
His silence is not designed to hurt you, Lady Pole.
It is to protect him from pain.
I had no choice
but to leave him at the monastery.
It was for his safety.
Put your trust in time, Lady Pole.
It will heal your son.
And I would have you know
that if you need to talk to somebody,
I am here.
Thank you.
Master More was very impressed with you.
You'll see him again.
Mother, there is news at Westminster.
What news?
The king has decreed it so.
So you mustn't be upset.
Your Grace...
Maggie, I know this is hard.
My cousin is no threat to you.
Please, beseech the king.
One word from you, and...
Mother, I have told you, it is the king's will.
I'm sorry, Your Grace.
It's all right, Henry.
There is nothing can be done, Maggie.
So you won't even try?
You forget who you're talking to, Lady P...
Uh, be quiet, Bessie.
Maggie, your cousin Edmund
led a rebellion against the Crown.
And he rots in the Tower for it.
Surely that is punishment enough.
We were wrong, Mother.
All of us were wrong.
Your cousin was given three extra years of life
by the king because the king is just,
but now he must receive his rightful sentence.
I told him you would never do it.
I remember a girl in tears, begging for forgiveness
for the blood that was spilt to bring her here.
How far you have come, Your Grace.
I remember that girl, too.
She risked the loss of the man she loved
to beg for your life
and the lives of your three children.
Your cousin is a danger to me
and my child, and he must be execut...
It is the king's words
that fall from your mouth, Catherine.
Excuse me.
My dear cousin Edmund.
What have you brought me this time?
Bitters.
Thank you, Your Grace.
We heard you paid the executioner
for a sharp blade.
And now this book is closed.
You may turn your eyes
to the next great Tudor conquest.
And the king rides my son out into danger.
Riding out to battle with the king is a great honor.
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