-Ranger! -Baba!
Lion. Where's Lion?
Help me up.
Watch my arm.
Here. Here.
Lion!
Baba. Lulu?
Here.
I'm sorry.
Whatever that was, it tore her to pieces.
What kind of creature did this?
They were Trivantians.
This far from the border?
It was revenge. For Edo.
-So they were here for you. -Lu.
I told you he would bring death to our door.
I'm sorry about that.
She's not wrong.
I brought them here.
And now Bow Lion is dead.
It doesn't make sense.
If I'm the Trivantians, and I have this kind of power,
why wait until now to use it?
Could've obliterated you
and all the armies of Paya at Greenhill Gap.
They didn't have it yet.
And now they do.
Nellicut, Wallen and Yarnes.
-You know them? -Yes.
All Witchfinders once under my command.
These are the men who killed Row Vano. Followers of Lucien Bray.
Punishment for murder is death.
The punishment for being a witch is death.
If there were witches, which there are not,
that law no longer exists.
You may be queen,
but you are not our god.
You simply saying something doesn't exist does not make it so.
It was spoken words that declared them witches to begin with.
Words from the one true God,
and not the mother of witches.
Heretic!
You fool.
Lucien Bray cares nothing for you.
He'll welcome your deaths as martyrs for his cause.
I was trying to save your lives.
This is where a smarter man would've begged mercy from a merciful queen.
Instead, you're gonna hang.
Not for your beliefs,
but because you're idiots.
Tamacti.
How can I sentence them to death
when I spare my own sister, who murdered hundreds?
-They did burn a man alive. -She's done so much worse.
Maybe when they're killed,
you can find it within yourself to deal with Sibeth.
So you think I should kill them for practice?
No. What I'm saying is their deaths serve a greater good, law and order.
And if your sister's death is the pathway to peace with Trivantes…
So this has nothing to do with her crimes against you.
I understand why you might think that.
But remember, I didn't ask for this position.
I didn't even want it.
I didn't want this one either.
Well, then, we can be miserable fools together.
You're thinking of going back down the mountain.
They did not bring the God Thunder this far east just to kill me.
The Trivantians will be moving on Paya.
Maybe.
That's a problem for down there.
It will be a problem up here when the Trivantian army arrives.
It seems as if they already have.
I am sorry about your home.
I can build another.
I have to go warn Maghra.
Then this is goodbye.
Thank you for everything.
Your wound smells clean. It should heal nicely.
Remember… stay alive.
Beware of wolves, Baba Voss.
Beware of wolves, Ranger.
Goodbye, Lion.
Who approaches?
Those who used to serve under me still know my voice.
We no longer recognize your authority, heretic.
Regardless, Shiloh, I'm confident your skull will recognize my blade.
What do you want, Tamacti Jun?
Just a word… with you.
We all swore the same oath.
I can't imagine you take any pleasure in fighting your brothers and sisters.
I do not.
Yet you arrested three of us
who now await execution by your heretic queen.
It was you who sent these men to their deaths.
They upheld their sacred vow.
I'm sure that'll be of great comfort to their families.
How many more of your own people will you sacrifice?
As many as it takes.
And you should be standing right here beside me.
Your queen has sinned before God--
Not here to debate!
Pathetic.
This ends today.
No more speeches. No more gatherings.
Retire in silence.
And if I don't?
Then I will retire you.
I was hoping you might say that.
You've gotten slow in your old age.
Still too fast for you.
-Lucien! -Stand down!
You were a soldier of God.
A man of faith.
What happened to you?
I died, Lucien.
I went to the place where the dead go.
And I've got to tell you, it wasn't as we were told.
I was disappointed.
You were bewitched!
Brother, you don't know the half of it.
What--
Go home.
All of you.
This church is closed.
You're very good at that.
-I like to think I'm a considerate host. -But I'm still angry with you.
You don't seem angry.
I shouldn't be here anymore.
Well, I'm pleased that you are.
I'm serious.
I should be back in Trivantes with Sibeth in chains.
I'll have her for you soon enough.
My government is not known for being patient, Harlan.
Well, in my experience,
patience, like most things, comes at a price.
Keep talking.
I will arrange for an extra shipment of coal to be transported immediately
at half the regular price.
At no cost.
As I said, no cost.
And another such shipment for every day your queen stalls.
Are you trying to break me?
On the contrary,
Maghra has clearly asked you to convince me.
Now I'm offering you an incentive to convince her.
I suppose it's the least I can do in the name of peace.
That's the spirit.
Now you can get back to convincing me.
He eats more than both the twins did combined.
If you left him here,
you wouldn't be burdened with his crying for me.
It's not as if I'm going anywhere.
Soothing Wolffe is not a burden.
Visiting you is the chore.
So I hear you've arrested the Witchfinders who defied my edict.
Good for you.
Tell me, when will they be executed?
Don't waver now, Maghra.
You'll confirm the weakness of your character to all.
The council will eat you alive.
Some might think of the sparing of lives as strength of character.
No, they won't. Not from you.
As queen, sometimes you have to do things others might consider evil,
even you might consider evil,
for the good of the kingdom.
You serve no one if you don't enforce the law.
No one would've dared do what these Witchfinders did while I was queen.
And if I felt it necessary for any reason
to pledge the sacrifice of my own sister to the enemy…
No.
…I'd make damn sure I fulfilled that promise.
You don't know what you're talking about.
I know the Trivantians arrived a day ago, and yet here I am, alive and well.
You're here 'cause the baby needs to eat.
You have plenty of wet nurses.
Would you really use my son as an excuse for your own failings?
If I were in your place, I'd have handed them your head already.
They don't want your head, Sibeth.
They want you. Alive.
And don't worry.
I'll be out of excuses soon enough,
and then you'll be on your way to Trivantes.
I'll be back when the baby's done nursing.
Don't raise your voice.
You.
You can see?
You're Jerlamarel's son.
Oloman, right?
I know your sister…
Haniwa.
Haniwa?
Is she alive?
She doesn't like you very much.
No, I'm sure she doesn't.
Those fire weapons. You made them?
I had no choice.
Well, you have one now.
-What are you doing? -I'm cutting you free.
No, no, no. Stop.
You don't understand. They have my family.
If I run, they'll kill them.
Same way they killed my father.
Tormada killed Jerlamarel?
No.
Edo Voss did.
Edo?
Are you sure?
I was there.
-Those weapons? -Technology of the ancients.
Compressed coal that explodes when ignited.
They're called bombs.
I don't care what they're called.
You have to stop making them.
Thousands will die.
Where's your family being held?
At my father's compound.
Okay.
I will get you out of here.
You'll go free your family.
And I'll go back to Trivantes.
When the Triangle learns Tormada's been working with the sighted to build weapons,
he'll be stripped of his rank and put on trial.
You're wrong.
What?
Tormada just ended the Ganite War.
He'll be given a hero's welcome.
-He broke the law. -He won.
Besides, we've already built many more bombs.
How many?
Hundreds.
Okay, new plan.
We go free your family.
Then we destroy the bombs.
Tormada will be disappointed.
He had such high hopes for you.
He'll have your corpse to study at least.
Oloman!
I needed him alive, fools!
Stop her!
Stop!
You're getting pretty good at that.
Thanks.
Is that Toad's horse?
Yes.
Did you ever imagine you'd miss a Witchfinder?
I could never have imagined any of this.
Do you mean Wolffe?
-Don't. -Kofun.
He's going through a lot.
He is too sensitive.
Or maybe you're not sensitive enough.
Must you speak every thought that pops into your head?
Kofun became a father before he was ready.
He feels ashamed and confused.
So why is he punishing me?
It's not my fault.
No, but it is your responsibility.
Feeling responsible for someone can be a great weight.
Kofun has his son.
You have Kofun.
And I've got you.
And how often do you punish me for that?
I'm sorry. I don't mean to.
Everything is a mess.
You're thinking of Row Vano.
They burned him alive.
They would have burned me too.
Hey.
I will never let that happen.
Don't they understand how much easier it would be
for me to kill them?
I could kill ten a day if I wanted.
From a hundred feet away.
They would never know who it was.
And then you would be everything they fear you are.
I think maybe they should start fearing us more than they do.
Kofun.
Are you gonna keep standing there pretending you don't have a son?
Jerlamarel had his failings,
but at least he never denied your existence.
Come here.
-Feel him in your arms. -I can't.
Try.
You made him.
I understand this is difficult for you,
but we are your family now.
It falls to you to protect Wolffie.
And his mother.
Kofun, stay.
This is where you belong!
-Kofun, what are you do-- -I'm leaving.
Trouble in paradise.
Haven't you hurt him enough?
Hurt him?
I mothered his child.
I gave him purpose.
What is it in you?
This thing that needs to strike at everyone around you.
I don't know.
Might be the same thing that gave me the strength to rule.
That strength you so sorely lack.
I loved you.
And you still do.
Oh, Wolffe. It's all right.
It was wrong of me to allow you this time with Wolffe.
You'll only corrupt him.
As you have my son.
I'm not done feeding him, Maghra.
-It's all right. -Give him back.
It's all right.
-He needs his mother. -He will never know his mother.
I'm done with you, Sibeth.
You want me to show strength? I'll start here.
Guard!
Maghra?
Maghra!
I'm sure the queen will be joining us in a matter of heartbeats.
You'll forgive me if I'm less confident,
given the queen hasn't deigned to grant me an audience until now.
She means no offense.
It's been a particularly bad day.
A bad day?
If I don't have Sibeth in chains soon, there will be a lot of bad days to follow.
You seem tense.
I am fucking the queen's husband in enemy territory
while the fates of two nations hang in the balance.
Fair point.
Harlan.
All will be well, okay?
You just need to relax.
You're not making it easy.
You're the one who's fucking the queen's husband in enemy territory.
My apologies, Ambassador Trovere, for not greeting you sooner.
It's been a trying time.
Not to worry. I am well taken care of by Lord Harlan.
Yes, he's much better company than I am.
Will you be joining us, my queen?
Unfortunately not.
There are some pressing affairs of state that need my immediate attention.
I just wanted to come by
and wish you Godspeed on your journey home.
I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
I would have thought Lord Harlan conveyed to you
that I cannot leave until my mandate has been satisfied.
-My sister. -That's right.
And I can only imagine how painful this is for you.
You can have her.
She'll be in your hands by the rise of the God Flame.
Then on behalf of the government of Trivantes,
I thank you for your hospitality.
Yes, thank you.
Well, that was easy.
Hello?
It's okay. No, no.
Good boy. Stay.
Baba?
Maghra.
Maghra. Maghra, please.
Where were you?
Why did you leave us?
What happened to you?
They found me.
Who found you?
The Trivantians.
You were in Trivantes?
No, they're here with a-- This new weapon.
Something big, like God Thunder.
Fire and force.
It ripped open the ground beneath me.
Bow Lion is dead.
What? What-- Why are you-- What are you talking about?
It tore her to more pieces than I could gather and bury.
All right.
What is this weapon?
I don't know.
But they did not build it to kill me.
They will come here to win their war.
Baba. We are no longer at war.
I've spent the time since you left negotiating peace with the Trivantians.
Well, then you have been lied to.
While you were negotiating,
those soldiers were in the Northern Mountains
with weapons more powerful than you can imagine.
No soldier can stand up to that thunder.
The Trivantian ambassador is here.
She seemed intent on achieving peace.
The ambassador is here?
You need to lock her up and find what you can.
I cannot lock up Ambassador Trovere without any proof.
It would end our treaty before it's been signed.
You are not listening. There is no peace. There never was.
You have been deceived.
Has it maybe occurred to you that it is you who's been deceived?
Can you even be sure it was Trivantians who attacked you?
-Maghra-- -Baba, you've been away for a long time.
You have no idea what's been happening here.
You're right.
I was not here.
And I will apologize for that later.
But right now, I am telling you that there are Trivantian soldiers in Paya
with a weapon that will tear your kingdom apart.
You need to ready your armies to march.
You would have us go to war?
You're already at war!
And the longer you hide from it, the more we will pay.
Baba.
-No. -Baba!
Where's the ambassador?
Where is the ambassador?
Be still.
Are you the ambassador?
That's right.
What is the meaning of this? Who are you?
I will be asking the questions, and you will be answering them.
Wait, Baba Voss?
What is this?
-Harlan? -Yeah.
Baba Voss?
-Oh, please don't kill me. -He's not gonna kill you.
Baba, release her now or I'll have you thrown in jail.
-Quiet. -Have you lost your fucking mind?
Harlan, shut up. I'm not gonna ask you again.
Good, 'cause it's getting annoying!
Does Maghra even know you're here?
-Does she know you're here? -Fuck you.
That's a bad idea.
-Nice one. Nice. -Nice, brother.
The great traitor, Baba Voss.
I will execute you where you stand.
Ambassador.
While you're rightfully upset at the intrusion,
I would just advise caution.
-He attacked me. -And he will be made to pay.
I'm just saying…
we're in the final stage of a peace treaty you've worked so hard to achieve.
There is no peace. You are a liar.
Baba Voss, you have never been one for words.
Now is a good time to keep your mouth shut.
Her army is in Paya with weapons of thunder and fire.
Even now they are moving across the Northern Mountains.
For fuck's sake. Thunder and fire? What are you talking about?
I will not be called a liar by this treasonous scum!
Stop, all of you, by my command.
And Maghra. Excellent.
I said stop!
Trovere.
Please.
Stand down.
Haniwa.
In all my years,
I have never witnessed such a blatant breach of diplomatic protocols.
He injured my soldiers, and he attacked me in my own bed.
Baba, what have you done?
You are being deceived, my love.
You've given me no time to consider your words.
You left me no choice.
And you leave me with none.
Your reckless behavior has put our peace and the lives of every Payan at risk.
Arrest Baba Voss immediately.
Mama! No!
Place him under guard at my house until I return.
If he resists, confine him to the dungeon.
It's all right, Haniwa. I will not resist.
Ambassador Trovere, I assure you
I would never do anything to jeopardize the peace we have forged.
Let me remind you, in case you've forgotten,
your sister murdered our peace delegates
the last time our two nations met under the terms of a truce.
I understand.
And believe me when I say I am nothing like my sister.
I hope you will accept my sincere apology.
Forgive me if, at this moment, I am not sure I will.
When did he get back?
Tonight.
Well, didn't waste any time, did he?
Harlan.
He may have just cost us everything.
Harlan, what if he's right?
You mean the Trivantians have a new weapon of fire and thunder?
But instead of attack us,
they go all the way into the Northern Mountains
to attack one man?
Yeah.
I'll see what I can do to soothe the ambassador.
Whose baby is this?
We need to talk.
It is ours.
No.
Harlan.
Of course not.
You may have abandoned me…
but I did not do the same.
Then whose?
His name is Wolffe.
He's Kofun's.
-Kofun's? -Baba, there's so much I have to tell you.
Why is the baby with you? Why is it not with the mother?
The mother is Sibeth.
-What? How is that? -She seduced him.
-She's a prisoner. -Before that.
Baba, we've been dealing with a lot while you've been gone.
Oh, no.
If this is Kofun's child, then why is it not with him?
He's having a hard time accepting the child as his own.
And so the baby is in your care?
Where's Paris?
Where is Paris?
Sibeth!
Baba! Stop.
We are turning Sibeth in to the Trivantians in the morning.
I promise you, nothing you would do will compare to what they will do to her.
-Sibeth! -Baba, stop!
-Where is she? -Guards!