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Chet-chet!

Chet-chet-chet!

Calm, calm.

- Paris. - I'm here. The God Flame is rising.

A birth blessed by morning.

I feel water. Come.

Where have you been?

I was delayed.

My water broke.

Ah.

Now I will sing your baby into the world.

Oh, the head is coming first.

That's good news.

Oh, Maghra, I feel a little ear. It's like a slippery bud.

- Okay, okay. Yeah. - Strong now.

- Just get it out. Mother of... - Yeah. Yeah.

Where's Baba Voss?

Baba Voss is busy.

Come. Sip. Sip.

We don't need the big lug.

This is women's work.

I want my husband to be the first to feel the baby.

He'll be here soon enough.

What's that sound?

Soon you will have a little one, a little life in your arms. Think of that.

Paris, I can hear killing ropes.

Why have they brought out the killing ropes?

Is the village under attack?

Our Scentiers reported a raiding party coming down the valley.

Men with horses and dogs. They're at the foot of the mountain.

Where is my husband?

Baba? Baba Voss is commanding the defense.

Take up arms! Follow me!

- Chet! - Chet!

- Chet! - Chet!

- Chet! - Chet!

Chi!

Chi!

To the wall.

Chi!

Scentiers, dream the wind.

Dogs, horses and men. Cutting up mud and reeds.

They're crossing the river.

They burn beechwood smoke of Queen Kane's Witchfinders.

Maybe they're just following the river to another valley.

Matal, presage. What is their intention?

I feel savage intent in the air. Savage and soon.

Ayuras, how many?

Horses by the dozens and many men marching.

Two hundred, maybe more.

This isn't a raiding party. It's a whole army.

Alkenny. This is our home.

We are one and we fight as one.

Prepare for battle.

I, Baba Voss, vow to defend against... the Great Flame of the Alkenny!

Glorious Flame!

Back to Queen Kane in the belly of their dogs.

Follow, brothers, into battle...

Follow me!

Up. Up we go.

- God. - Up. Come.

Who is attacking us?

It's probably just some nomads, hunting for slaves. Yeah?

Paris...

If you're lying, I will hear it.

Nothing escapes my ears.

I can hear doors closing in your voice.

Your job right now is to breathe.

Breathe and push.

I can hear secrets. What are you not telling me?

How would I know anything? I'm an old woman.

Yeah, who talks to birds and hears the future in her sleep.

For three nights, an owl has been calling out in the night.

Saying what?

Saying, "The Witchfinders are coming."

Witchfinders? Why would they come here?

Something tells me they come for you.

I said untie this fucking rope.

Hey! I said untie this fucking rope right now!

- Ah. - Untie this fucking rope!

A boy in need of education.

Who's there?

I said who's there?

Hey!

Who is it?

Who's there?

I said untie this fucking rope right now!

I am Tamacti Jun, the Witchfinder general.

In my presence, it is customary to kneel.

Forgive me, sir, but I'm Gether Bax.

It is me who sent you the message to come here.

Then it is I who should apologize.

A boy who would betray his own tribe to do God's work.

That I am, indeed.

Your message says that you have information

regarding the man we've been searching for.

A heretic who Queen Kane herself has condemned to death.

A devil who murdered the queen's own sister.

Just tell me what you know about him.

I know from your heralds

that there is a reward for information leading to his capture.

Your reward will be your next breath if I find your information useful.

To speak, I need my throat.

My Ayuras will hear any lie like a foot through ice.

I promise, sir. No ice will I break.

Speak.

At the end of winter, a woman wandered into our village.

- A stranger to us. - Easy.

She was found among our berry bushes.

She said she got lost in a blizzard.

She asked to be taken in because she was three months pregnant.

The head of our village said he would take care of her.

He has not been able to have children of his own, so he married her.

She has been with him ever since.

Tell me something that I can use. And quickly.

She never said who the father of her baby was.

But when she came to the village...

she was wearing this necklace.

It's a love token. It has a name written in it.

Read.

Jer, la, ma, rel.

Jerlamarel.

That is the name of the heretic that you've been seeking, yes?

Well, even now, in the village on the mountain,

a woman is giving birth to that devil's child.

If you charge up to the village now,

the woman and Jerlamarel's child can be yours.

Gether Bax...

tell me how your village is defended.

If I find a woman giving birth to the devil,

I may let you live.

If not, you will burn too.

A boy or a girl?

It's a boy. A boy.

Ten toes. Ten fingers.

Two strong lungs.

Sinjay. Sinjay. Mama.

Ooh. Ooh.

Ah.

Hello. Hi.

Hello, baby.

Yeah. Hello.

Good girl, Maghra.

Good girl.

Ah!

A little foot!

- A foot? - There's two.

The second one's the wrong way. Sinjay, sharp knife.

- Maghra, I must bring him out quickly. - All right.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Now!

Chi!

Chi!

- Chet-chet! - Chet-chet-chet!

- Chet-chet! - Chet-chet-chet!

Baba!

Ilun!

Clear the wall!

Clear the wall!

- Clear the wall! - Clear the wall!

Clear the wall!

Clear the wall!

Presage.

I feel strong hate.

But silent.

Ayura?

Horses snorting, pawing at pebbles.

Many horses. They were hiding behind the river noise.

Their cavalry barely reduced.

They only sacrificed a few.

They knew to hold back.

To the village!

This slope is the only way off this mountain, yes?

Ravines and sheer cliffs on all sides except this.

That's why this place was chosen by the ancestors.

We are the only Alkenny left.

And I will be the last.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Yes, yes. Oh, my God.

It's a girl this time.

Oh.

Sinjay, Mama.

Oh, God, no more.

I heard the earth shaking.

Did I imagine it?

No, you did not imagine it.

Sinjay, fresh water.

Alkenny law says the first name they hear you speak

should be the name of their father.

That way they will know it in the soft parts of their soul.

Do not say Baba Voss.

It must be their true father, or harm will come.

Jerlamarel. Your father.

Jerlamarel. Your father.

Are you ready yet to tell me about him?

About who he was?

I've told you.

He was a stranger.

I wandered from my village. I was lost in a blizzard.