Reign

Previously on "Reign"... I am with child.

Our child, at last.

What's your name?

I'm henry.

The joust. The way he held the lance,

Aimed at my head.

It was not montgomery.

It was some other man.

Would you dare raise a hand

Against your own... Stop!

Francis: Opposing narcisse has become a bad habit,

Dangerous even when we're right.

Don't pretend this is about money.

You want power. You want revenge.

You're bleeding.

I'm losing my child.

We spoke with the shepherd. He was set upon

By three cloaked riders.

He says they offered protection in exchange for his soul.

Maybe catholics trying to make protestants

Reek of the devil.

Strip him. No.

The mark of the riders.

There is too much fear in this land.

Fear of hunger, fear

Of disease. To this

We add fear of catholics, our fellow christians.

But this is precisely why you are here.

To commune with your god.

Not mine.

W...

What's this then?

Looks like... A church service.

Huh.

What do you want? What's a highborn squire

Like you doing with this protestant lot?

No! No!

Leave the boy alone!

What do you want with him?!

(fast tempo acoustic intro playing)

Mary: I won't ask you

How much money you lost dicing with bash last night,

Because then you'd have to lie.

I forgot what a terrible liar my brother is.

So you already know we weren't playing dice.

What I don't know is what you were doing.

Well, the truth is I was...

Visiting my son

In the nursery.

See, this is why I didn't tell you.

It's a sensitive subject, only days since...

I'm not a porcelain doll, francis.

It's true I lost our baby.

And, yes, it hurts. But we got pregnant once.

We can do it again. I'm glad to hear you say it.

Perhaps you wouldn't be so surprised

If you stopped avoiding the subject.

The way you tiptoe around it

Makes me think you've given up hope.

I have not given up hope.

I love you.

And I believe in you.

Believe in us.

Enter.

What's wrong? Another attack

On a protestant service.

This time in our own backyard.

A village barn used as a makeshift church.

Were there any casualties? Leith: That's still unclear.

But they did set fire to the barn. Go and help

Whoever you can. Find out what happened

And capture whoever led this attack.

I will not tolerate this kind of violence,

No matter what prompts it.

When I was a girl, I dreamed of a wedding like this.

It's spectacular. Befitting its spectacular bride.

Truthfully, I would've preferred something simpler.

For your sake or for leith's?

Marrying aloysius is enough,

Without flaunting all of this in his face.

Is that what castleroy's doing?

Goodness, no. It's my mother.

Oh, no.

It's all right. This is gemma,

Aloysius' youngest. His children are here for the wedding.

And now they're your children.

Yes. I'll fix this for you.

Oh, what pretty locks you have.

Thank you. Mmm.

well, they seem

To be very taken with you.

Enough about me.

What about you? How are you feeling?

Well, let's just say your wedding

Is a welcome distraction.

Whoa... Whoa.

What have you found?

They burned the barn to the ground. No one was there.

But we located riderless horses nearby.

The fire must have scared

The horses away. So there are people on foot.

Shall the men go after the ones who burned the barn?

I want them brought back to the castle.

Gently. You heard him.

I want you to take the rest of these men

And find those protestant victims.

Assure them they'll be protected.

They're coming from the direction of the barn.

Let me have a talk with them. If we want their help, best not

To have them intimidated by a group of king's guards.

Lord castleroy.

What are you doing here? Leith, please,

I beg you.

All right, you cannot be here.

There's king's guards searching the woods everywhere. Just go.

These aren't the men we're looking for.

I recognize these people.

The gentleman's a friend of the king.

You're certain?

Let's keep looking.

Have you lost your minds?

Oh. Uh, please, my lady...

Don't mistake me. I do not judge your predilections. In fact,

I'm rather impressed. But doing it out here in the open?

What were you thinking? What was that?

Nothing, my lady.

Give it.

It's a journal.

A chambermaid found it in the laundry months ago.

We would have returned it, but the owner never wrote her name.

We've been passing it amongst ourselves as a distraction.

Well, this is smut.

And reading it clearly led to...

This. So...

As punishment, I'm confiscating it.

Francis.

You're needed in the throne room.

It's about the attack on the protestants.

Is there any news? From what I can tell,

Yes, but I'm not sure what.

Isn't that the nanny you dismissed weeks ago? Yes.

But now my son is unwell, and lola requested

Her advice on how best to treat him.

Mary, will you go to the throne room in my stead?

Find out what's happening. I'll be there soon.

Caroline,

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Do you know what this is? Your grace,

I'm frightened. It's just some relic

The surgeons kept after my father died.

A gruesome practice, frankly, but I found it in my chambers

And then I found you outside my door.

Did you place this on my bed? I keep waking up places

I don't remember going.

More every day.

Caroline, do you remember where the infirmary is?

Go there and rest. I'll look in on you later.

And for your own sake,

Don't tell anyone what you've told me.

Who is this poor boy and what happened to him?

Begging your mercy, majesty,

But this young man was murdered.

Beaten to death by thugs.

What for?

For holding unpopular beliefs.

Then you are the protestants who were attacked

In the barn? We are, majesty.

And I am their minister.

Protestant heretics. Throw them out!

These men are guests of the crown, and they will

Be respected.

I will have order in this chamber.

It took much courage to be here.

And what do you want? No great favor, majesty.

Only justice. Catholic thugs

Dragged this boy from our service

And murdered him. The law says

A man who kills must pay with his life.

Justice for heretics? That's absurd!

Silence! I said I would have respect

For these men and I'll have it.

Lord condé?

What is it? Do you know this boy?

This is my sister's son.

Emile.

Emile.

They murdered my nephew!

My sister sent emile to live at my house here

Because this part of France was considered

More tolerant than where he was attending school.

I will not tolerate that kind of behavior.

Not here or in any part of France.

The flogging and burning?

Or the practice of protestantism?

Catherine: Francis, be careful.

The throne doesn't judge what a man believes

In his heart. We only judge

What he does with his hands.