""H" is for "heretic."" "Margaret Donald... you were kitchen maid in the house of the widow Ropley... who was burned as a witch this seven days." "Heathen charms were found in your room." "No." "Who gave them to you?" " I know nothing." " Damn it, girl." "The more I find to punish, the more I find to discover." "Who else came to the house, consulting with the witch?" "I know nothing of witchcraft." "Very well." "No!" "Do you still maintain that you know nothing?" "Nothing." "According to the law... as a witch... you are to be whipped through the street until your back is bloody... and then to look on the world from the stocks." "That and... that mark... may help you to remember." "Court dismissed." "Go on, beat her." "Whip her." "Go on, flog her!" "Throw it at her!" "You filthy witch!" "Go on!" "Throw it at her, the filthy witch!" "Mad dog, my lord!" "Cut my sheep to pieces!" "I've never seen anything like it." "As if the hound's bewitched." " Creature straight from hell, was it?" " Aye, my lord." "They say it comes by night from the far fields... where the dead men walk." "Devils be damned!" "There's 20 Oxford crowns to the man who brings me its head... and proves to you that there is no witchery." "You heard Lord Edward." "Let's go hunt the mad dog down!" "Ready?" "Father!" "What do we have here?" "Only two heathens?" "The others escaped, as they're learning new tricks." " You promised us entertainment." " And you shall have it!" "What is that in your hand, boy?" "Pipes?" "What's the matter?" "Didn't that witch of a mother of yours give you spells and charms... to coax music from those heathen pipes?" "Play!" "What about this young girl?" "Do her feet have magic?" "Dance!" "Play!" "My husband... please..." "I beg of you." "Why, wife?" "Here we have the son and daughter of some sorceress." "And I'm damned if they shan't afford us some merriment." "Dance!" "Play!" "Dance, bitch!" "It's a hound with its paw caught in a trap... or a banshee telling us that death is near." "Come!" "Let us banish thoughts of death with this." "Witch!" "Come on, Burke!" "Rip it off!" " Come on!" " Take it off, girl!" "Let my sister be!" "Let my sister be!" "Please, sir!" "Please, help me!" "I'll kill you!" "Murderer." "Take care of your tongue, woman." "He can soon get a third wife." "Yes, he's right." "Sean, take your mother up to her room... quietly." "It is a banshee." "Banshee?" "No." "It is only a mad dog that has been killing our sheep... and frightening the villagers... nothing more." "Were you born this way?" "Or did he raise you evil?" "My real mother raised me, God rest her soul... and she was a wife to him!" "Without him... you would be nothing." "Nothing?" "Doesn't matter." "Don't you know?" "You're doomed." "Don't you know?" " This house, it's cursed!" " You be quiet!" "And you, you are cursed... and Edward's cursed and everybody's cursed!" "Everybody's cursed." " Be quiet." " You are cursed!" "No!" "Lovely." "Come on." "You need someone young for your bed... not my father." "Come on." "Take your time, boy." "Say something nice to the kind gentleman." "Don't need to be afraid of him." "He's as gentle as a lamb." "We'll be more gentle to him than those who strung him up there." "Now, for after that bit of kindness... you can show us a bit of gratitude." "Yes!" "Who'd have use for a dead man's hand, Mr. Mickey, sir?" "Witches, my boy." "There's evil around." "There goes more of those damn Whitmans." "Mark my word, boy... there's gonna be more evil around this place." "I take it you'd prefer still to be in Cambridge." "Father, I'd never come home out of choice." "Welcome home, Harry!" "Father's upstairs." "Welcome home, Lord Harry." "It's good to have you back again, sir." "My, you are looking well." " This the new priest for the parish?" " Aye!" "Father Tom, my brother, Sean." " Your predecessor lived to be 50." " 56." "Call me a liar for six years." "Let's try some of father's whiskey." "You're back just in time for some fine hunting, Harry." "That is, if your tastes have changed over the years." "The ways of witchery still continue." " Still?" " Right." "I thought, by now, you'd have destroyed them all." "New ones spring up all the time." "I think they do it to plague me." "Or perhaps to please you, knowing what you do when you find them." "Father, you may have heard that... they think of me as some kind of a monster in the village." "I'm a hard magistrate, it's true." "But authority is the main point of government... and maintaining authority is the main purpose of the law." "Did they teach you that in your fine Cambridge college, Harry?" "I heard it's easier to presume guilt than to assume innocence." "And I think so, too." "I'll expect you both to join me... in stamping out the heathen practices that continue to occur here." "Witchcraft?" "It's just toys to these simple people... but it's still a crime against God and the Crown." "Now, that's no way to treat a man when he's trying to sleep." "I can treat my groom... any way I like." "There's too much of your father in you, my dear." " He's beautiful!" " Look!" "Hello." "Hello." "Where did you come from?" "We can have him for supper." "No." "It's one of my friends." "You got better things to do, haven't you?" "Go on." "There you go!" "No!" "We must go back." "I'll be missed." " Come on." " All right." "My lady." "Go on." "No." "Come back with us, my lady." "It's only a hound." "Death... will visit our house." "Winter's coming in... and the wolves are coming with it." "No." " Come on." "Let's go back." " No." "Harry!" "Sister, dear." "It's as though we're all seeds of evil." "Thank you, Roderick." " Another of your sons?" " No." "No, he's my stud groom." "He seems to have a calming effect on her ladyship... and so, I have allowed her to keep him." "She found him wandering in the woods one time, many years ago... when he was a little boy." "Get off the streets!" "The mad dog's coming!" "Clear the streets, do you hear me?" "Clear 'em!" "Go home." "Go home, child." "Don't move!" "Sir!" "Stay back!" "It's the mad dog!" "Up there!" "Stand still." "Don't move, child!" " It's dangerous." "Stay back." " Wait!" "You have no weapon." "Now, there." "Stay." "There, there." "Good boy." "Stay." "Stay." "It's all right." "He's gone." "Thank you, sir, for saving the girl." "You saved her life, sir." "Yeah." "Does that give you power over animals?" "Why, no." "I've had it since I can remember." "It must be centuries old." "What does this lettering mean?" "I don't know." "But surely your parents... they must have tied it there." "I have no parents." "Thank ye from saving us from the dog, sir." "Come along." "You're all right now, my dear." "We live again." "The only power I recognize is that of our Lord, Mistress Maureen." "So that dog couldn't be bewitched." "It couldn't be fulfilling this curse." "Only children, or the simplest villager, could possibly think so." "I hear it didn't look so heathen once Roderick tamed it." "It slunk away with its tail between its legs." "But about Roderick... where does he get his power over animals?" "It strikes you strange?" "Strikes me fortunate for that little girl and the witch." "That medallion he wears..." "If you're curious, you'd best ask him yourself." "I did." "He doesn't know where it comes from or what it means." "Or so he claimed." "You think him a liar?" "You suspect him of witchcraft." "Roderick's no more a sorcerer than I am." "We're all safe with him... and care nothing of who he is or where he comes from." "I understand." "Do you?" "Then you best treat it as you would the most sacred confession." "He threw her down upon the bank and used her as he would" "The maiden cried, "Alas," she sighed" ""I've lost my maidenhood"" "And she struggled slowly to her feet" "And cursed him for his life" "Then from his belt upon the ground" "She drew the huntsman's knife" "Singing" "Blow away the morning dew The dew and the dew" "Blow away the morning dew" "How sweet the winds do blow" ""You have ruined my life," she cried "And now it's time you paid"" "Then up against his manhood's flower" "She thrust the sharpened blade" "The huntsman cried aloud with fear" ""Forgive me if you can" ""If I'm no longer maid," she said" ""then you're no longer man"" "Singing" "Blow away the morning dew The dew and the dew" "Blow away the morning dew" "Where is she?" "It's an honor, my lord." "Welcome to my inn, sir." "Your new wench." "Where is she?" "She's only a serving wench, my lord, sir." "Get some of your foul drink and bring her." "Bess!" "What can I do for you, my lord?" "My girl, you don't want to spend the whole of your life... as a serving wench, do you?" "I have no wish to change my trade." "Wishes or not... you will." "No, my lord!" " No!" " Yes!" "Burke!" "Acorns... and shells... and feathers." "Heathen witchcraft." "You're too pretty to be a witch." "Landlord... everybody out." "You heard his honor." "Out!" "Come on!" "She's the one!" "The one that bewitched my dogs!" "What's your name?" " Maggie." " Maggie." " You're not a witch, are you, Maggie?" " No, my lord, I'm not a witch." "You just sell charms to the old folks." "That's right." "I just sell charms to the old folks or whoever may buy 'em." "So you... sell... charms." "Are you a follower of the old religion?" "No, I never was." "But you know who is." "I know who some of them are!" "Do they have real power?" "They think they do." "Power like God's power?" "Wrath like God's wrath?" "No, it's something... you feel." "Who is their leader?" "Who?" "Oona!" "More treason against God." "Children!" "My children!" "My children!" "Look!" "My children!" "Wait!" "Oona." "Bring her forward!" "Oona..." "I have spared your life as a reminder... that I will not tolerate your heathen ways... as long as I am magistrate here." "Now, you and the rest of your filthy herd, scatter into the hills!" "I never want to set eyes on you again." "My children." "All my children!" "Why?" "You better kill me, too..." "Edward Whitman... than let me live with this memory." "If your sorcery was so strong, Oona... why didn't you use it to save your children, as you call them?" "All right!" "Oona." "Lord Satan... father of miracles and wonders." "On this evil day..." "I curse..." "Lord Edward Whitman!" "I curse his flesh... his blood... his wife... his children... and his house!" "God Satan..." "I conjure you... to send me an avenger... so terrible... that death shall wrench them once... forever from this earth." "I conjure you, Lord Satan!" "Send me an avenger!" "Avenger!" "Avenger!" "What do you want of me?" "And what are you doing stealing through the night?" "Some secret meeting a brother should know of?" "Sleep is difficult in this house now." "Harry... there's a madness over us." " And some say..." " Some say what?" "That we're cursed?" "And Lady Patricia?" "Is there no cure in a doctor's physic?" "Her only cure is to get away from this place, too." "I must think on it." "Don't think too long." "Harry!" "I know." "I was just looking at them." "Wolves or witches?" "I don't know anymore." "I think I shall find sleep easier now." "Good night, sister." " No!" " Roderick?" "It's only me." "Roderick." "Why, you're on fire!" "Someone calling." "It was me calling you." "I called you!" "Maureen." "How much longer, Lord Satan?" "How much longer must I wait?" "You sent me the avenger... but not the power to bend him to my will." "Send me that power..." "Lord Satan." "The power to bend him to my will... that I might destroy... the house of Whitman!" "You must leave." "Maureen, you must leave!" "Not so soon." "Look, go!" " Go?" " Maureen, go!" "All right." "Witchcraft is a twofold sin." "The villagers are beginning to join them." "And you're destroying yourself." " Harry, I forbid you to talk like this!" " And your wife and your family!" "My wife was not strong enough to lead the kind of life that we lead here." "It's her own fault that her mind's grown weak." "And what of Maureen?" "How long can she exist like this?" "Maureen!" "Where have you been?" "For a walk in the night." ""Stay in the house" was my order!" " Take your hands off of her, or..." " Harry!" "Are you afraid for him?" "Might try and see if he's really one of us, really a Whitman... as much a son of mine as Sean?" "You!" "Blow away the morning dew" "The dew and the dew" "Blow away the morning dew" "How sweet..." "Listen!" "It's that mad dog again... laughing at your fears." "This time, we'll get him... and Father will reward you both." "Come on." "It came from the ruined church." "What are you waiting for?" "Get my bloody horse!" "Help!" "Come help me!" "Roderick!" " Roderick!" " Here, my lord." "Calm!" "Sean!" "It's the dog!" "It's bewitched!" "It's a demon!" "Sean!" ""Deliver me from all my offenses." ""Thou, Lord, what is my hope?" ""Truly, my hope is hidden in thee." ""It is an evil retribution." ""But it was pain and grief to me." ""My heart was hot within me." ""While I was thus musing, the fire kindled..." ""and at the last, I spake." ""Fear the Lord, let him be praised." ""Lord, let me know mine end..." ""and the number of my days."" "Father, do you think that... that dog is bewitched, as the villagers believe?" "Sorcery?" "I suppose you know we're cursed from hell to Christmas, we Whitmans." "What if there is a power that we know nothing of?" "Now father's scared like the rest of us." "Harry, I must talk to you." "Roderick." "Wait by the carriage." "Roderick." "Roderick." "It's always Roderick." "He's making you weak, Patricia!" "Be strong!" "You must take me away." "After we've destroyed the animal that killed Sean." "Don't be such a hypocrite!" "You'd have killed him many times if you'd been strong enough." "Whether or not I hated Sean is of no account now." "We must destroy that dog." "Sean Whitman... is dead!" "A scent, my lord!" "Come on!" "There was no witchcraft." "Look, we killed a mad dog." "One of the shots in his brain was mine." "Would you please go and fetch the Lady Patricia?" "She should be here." "We must show these people that we have no fear... any of us." "Burke!" "Quiet, everybody!" "Silence!" "Stop the music!" "Sir Edward's going to speak to you." "Quiet!" "That mad dog that you all thought was the product of sorcery... is dead." "My beloved son Sean fell victim to that animal... and not to any kind of sorcery." "The reason you are all here tonight is to celebrate its destruction... and to see with your eyes that witchcraft could have had nothing to do with it." "And now, drink, dance... be merry." "Music!" "My lady." "Burke." "No!" "I'm no Whitman!" "A curse... is on the house of Whitman!" "She's bewitched!" "The curse is on the house... of Whitman!" "She's possessed!" "My God." "God, she's evil!" "She's bewitched!" "She's cursed!" " This house is evil!" " Leave this house." "Don't go!" "Can't you see my wife is mad?" "She's not bewitched!" "Don't go!" "Come back!" "Roderick!" "My lady, calm." "Calm, my lady, calm." "Calm." "There." "Calm, my lady." "Now, come." "Gentle!" "Could it be witchcraft?" "Oona." "Yes, of course, I should have known." "I showed her mercy once." "I should have killed her." "If those fools believe that she still has power..." "If I should lose my authority..." "Burke..." "I don't care how you do it." "Bring Oona to me..." " here." " My lord." "Ugly, isn't it?" "This is where we find out the truth." "What do you know about Oona?" "Tell us where she is." "We can make you die a minute every day for a year... or all in one bloody minute." "Save the pain." "Tell us where Oona is... and I promise you, you'll die in peace." "Why protect her?" "She's an evil woman." "She's corrupt." "You're gonna die for her... and for the old religion." "Oona is not evil." "The fire is prepared." " No!" " Come here, girl!" "No!" "Confess, and we'll spare you!" "Oona is good." "Oona is peace." "Oona heals." "Oona is love." "No!" " Where is Oona?" " No!" "What in damnation are you doing?" " Free her!" " Talk!" "It's your father's orders!" "She knows where Oona is." "Get Lord Edward!" "I can't..." "Drink." "So you finally learned to kill, Harry?" " What's she saying?" " Cut her down!" "Oona!" "Get her down." "Truly, I'm confessing." "I'm confessing, I am." "The lord of Windah..." "Speak!" "Are there powers we cannot see?" "He came to my bed, and he said:" ""Child, I will..." ""I will give you a silver dress if you join Oona and help..."" "Oona." "Where is she?" " Can she conjure spells?" " Can she work black miracles?" "When I'm flying..." "I can shoot down any Christian... who sees me... and does not cross himself." "Will she carry out her curse?" "You'll go free." "Yes." "Tell us the truth." "I send nightmare cats... to plague the Whitmans... with horrible dreams in their sleep." " Will she fulfill the curse?" " You'll go free." "Yes, free." "Tell us the truth, and you'll go free!" "Where is Oona?" "Oona." "Fire." "Born in fire." "Dies in fire." ""Born in fire"?" "She dies with a riddle on her tongue... and we're no closer to the witch." "Who is it?" "My lady?" "Roderick?" "Roderick!" "How much are we paying the weepers?" "Five groats a head, my lord." "See that they weep until dawn." "I gave you a sad life, Patricia." "May heaven give you rest." "It is witchcraft." "It is... witchcraft." "Lady Patricia... is dead." "Bully Boy!" "Carry out our plan." "Aye, my lord." "We might find a trace of Oona here." "Is it supposed to be haunted?" "Look, father, who's that?" "Whoa, there." "Stay." "Our figure's disappeared." "Look, father." "An open tomb." "Let's see what's inside." "What and who." "So this is our king of witches." "No." "Not on the bones of all the saints." "No!" "What's so funny, old man?" "A Christian priest in a heathen place." "These old gods will be roaring with anger." "Mickey, what are you doing here?" "What are you hiding?" "Grave robber." "Corpse robber." "The dead don't need their treasures." "If I don't take them, somebody else will." "Now hear me, all of you." "I must know Oona's whereabouts." "She is a danger and a menace to all of you." "To protect you, I must destroy her." "To find her, I will kill as many of you as I need to." "Now... who has some information?" "Which of you knows?" "Well?" "There's one." "She knows of heathen ways." "I'm sure of it!" "Seize her!" " No." "Please, my lord." " Put her on the wheel!" "Hurry!" "Nothing!" "Come on." "Tie her up!" " Please, my lord." " Quickly, man!" "I know nothing, my lord." "I'm no witch." "Well, girl, where is Oona?" "I know nothing of Oona." "Please!" "Do you know where is Oona?" " Where is she?" " No, my lord." "She's not worth your time, my lord." "No." "No, my lord." "Please spare me!" "Up there is a grave... which has a picture of this creature carved on it." "Maybe our god is buried there." "Excuse me, your worship." "Night is coming on, and I must be out of here." "Wait, Mickey." "The lettering on that grave... how does it translate?" "That's an easy one." "It says, "Born by fire, died by fire."" "What it means, don't ask me." "Why, it don't even rhyme." ""Born by fire, dies by fire."" "Maureen." "Get out of here, you gypsy vermin!" "Get out!" "Gypsy vermin!" "No!" "Come on, Roderick." "Up against the wall!" "Move." "Put your arms up." "Up!" "If we find the witch, maybe Lord Edward... will let you go free... without a flogging." "I should pray for that, if I were you." "Let's go home, Father." "Maureen..." "Whitman." "Maureen Whitman." "Roderick?" "Roderick." "No!" "God is a spirit... and they that worship him must worship him in the spirit and in truth... or worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness." "Let the horror stand in awe of him." "Why pray to a powerless god?" "You cannot help the girl Maureen any more than you could help Sean... or his mother." "Roderick and I belong to the old religion." " He belongs to me." " Then I'll fight you for him." "You cannot fight me." " Then I'll fight for his soul." " His soul!" "He has no soul." "He doesn't exist." "He's a sidhe." "Sean Whitman is dead, killed by my sidhe." "Lady Patricia is dead, killed by my sidhe." "And tonight, another Whitman will die... the girl Maureen... and that one..." "Harry Whitman." "And you... until Edward Whitman is left alone... and desolate." "And then he, too... will die." "And Roderick will kill and kill... and kill." "And there is nothing you can do about it." "Bring her here." "Let me die." "Hatred and revenge... have brought me nothing... but hatred and revenge." "My children... scatter to the hills." "Find back your ways of peace... and love." "Somehow, Oona had the power to control Roderick to kill." "Said he's not a man, but a spirit." "Lord Edward!" "Maureen." "Was it Roderick?" "I thought you said you had him chained up!" " Bully Boy, are you..." " But I did, my lord!" " We must find him, Bully Boy." " We will, my lord." "Here, take this, Father." "Lock yourself in." " Don't leave me here, Harry." " You must lock yourself in." " Not in this place." " It's the only safe place." "Here." "Please believe us." "Will you give your word... you will not open this door to anyone... until we return?" "Keep her safe!" "We won't return until we've found him." "I'll not rest until he's dead." "Sean?" "Burke?" "I want some light." "Lights!" "Sean?" "Burke?" "I want light." "I want every inch of this house to shine as bright as noon." "Maureen?" "Maureen, please let me in." "There'll be no more killing." "There's no longer a power over me." "Maureen!" "We can go away together." "Please, Maureen." "Please let me in." "Please, Maureen." "Please let me in." "You know I'll never harm you." "You know that." "My brother wants to shoot you." "Harry and Father Tom are out hunting you." "Maureen..." "Please." "They won't stop and listen." "They'll just kill you." "You killed him." "You killed him!" "Heaven directed that shot." "Now you have blood on your soul." "Don't you understand?" "You didn't kill Roderick." "You killed something inhuman!" "Don't you understand?" "It could have killed both of us?" "Yes, I know!" "Yes!" "You've set us free!" "You have set us free!" "Yes." "We'll bury the curse with him." "You've set us free." "Now we can leave this house... leave the curse behind us." "Yes." "We'll be on our way, Bully Boy." " You know where to stop first?" " Yes, my lord." "I want to see him once again... dead." "He's dead." "He's dead, but I'm alive." "What do you want for a marker?" "Whatever you can spell." "Open it up." "I'll have another look." " I shouldn't do that." " But he's dead, isn't he?" "Open it, or I'll bury you with him." " You didn't kill him." " He's dead." "His head was blasted from his body." "Where is he?" "You didn't kill him." "Born by fire... by fire must be consumed." "He's dead." "Or is he?" "You didn't kill him." "We didn't kill him." "Let's be on our way." "He's still alive." "He isn't dead." "You didn't kill him." "Don't you understand?" "You didn't kill him." "You didn't kill him!" "Harry!" "Bully Boy."