"If you are found ashore after midnight, you will be executed." "I hav-have the list of names." "Oh, Ross, he's alive!" "What is his name?" "Lieutenant Armitage, sir." "They only praise the Lord in their own way, but Odgers forbids them the church." "Where must they go?" "Captain Ross would gift we this storehouse?" "I, George Warleggan, do swear to act as a Justice of the Peace." "20 lashes." "Ross sends his brother-in-law to encroach upon our lives yet again!" "Are we never to be rid of him?" "Not here, but in Truro..." "I'll miss Geoffrey Charles, of course, but the thought of being out of Ross's reach..." "The grain ship's in!" "It's in!" "The grain ship's in!" "The Princess Charlotte was ambushed this morning at Truro quay." "Was she carrying corn?" "Mm." "Then, of course she was ambushed." "What else could starving people do?" "You have been found guilty of riot and theft." "Crimes for which there can be no justification." "The grain stores have been empty for months." "Failed harvest, worst winter in 30 years." "To summon up a vicious mob, to seize without compunction the property of your betters." "This demonstrates a contempt for the law which cannot go unpunished." "How else are poor folks to get food in their belly?" "No doubt they paid dearly for it." "20 dead." "Some shot..." "others trampled underfoot in the panic." "Is the Princess Charlotte not a Warleggan ship?" "She is." "Then those who survived will also pay." "I'm committing you for trial at the next assizes with recommendation that you be sentenced to 15 years transportation." "It's not fair!" "Move along!" "Argh!" "Prudie?" "Run and make sure all's ready." "I don't like it." "It ain't sense, it ain't clever, it ain't wise." "It is more than wise to avoid the faddlings of Dr Choake!" "Without Dwight, Ross won't hear of me birthing alone, but what he don't know can't hurt him!" "Run!" "Do George Warleggan not see the connection between failed harvests and folk rioting?" "And his decision to hoard grain?" "Clearly not." "I give you Wheal Leisure." "Once a Poldark mine, built on Poldark land." "Begun with high hopes and the naive aim of giving work and decent living conditions to local men and women." "Now in the hands of a man without conscience." "For whom workers are chaff and profit is God!" "It was a noble aim, Ross." "It was a worthy enterprise." "I wonder if he thinks so." "What did he die of, starvation?" "Pneumonia." "I'm told he'd been fading for weeks, but declined to stay home and rest." "He has only himself to blame." "It would appear so." "This was a good mine before you got your hands on her, George." "My dear Ross, this was only ever an average mine." "Oh, the famous red copper?" "The precious commodity which made her such a rarity?" "It's finished." "Oh, there are other lodes." "Far less rich, far less profitable." "Yet I see why you're so attached to her." "You're kindred spirits." "Both full of noise, but ultimately lacking in substance." "Go on, Ross, tell me to get off your land." "Oh, wait!" "You can't." "Because the land we're standing on belongs to the mine." "And the mine belongs to me." "How do you sleep at night, George?" "Perhaps you should ask Elizabeth." "Ross, shall we?" "Demelza?" "Demelza?" "Captain Ross, Mistress Demelza say, can you fetch her up a dish of soup?" "Surely that's your..." "Thank you kindly, my man." "Just set it down over there." "Are you unwell?" "Never better." "Can I do anything else for Your Ladyship?" "Well, you could say good day to your daughter." "Miss Clowance Poldark." "Where was Dr Choake?" "Oh, it was all over before we could send for him." "Why is he so fretful?" "Dr Choake says it's wilfulness." "He thinks we should put our foot down." "Martha, see he's kept warm and quiet." "Yes, ma'am." "I'm going to Lady Randolph's for tea." "Do you dine at home this evening?" "At the Trevelyans." "And then to the Carricks for cards." "Invitations come thick and fast." "Though not from the Godolphins." "Despite your letting young Anthony off the hook in court." "These ancient families require persistence." "But Christmas is coming, the perfect excuse for a ball." "To which the Godolphins will be invited." "But will they accept?" "I must go." "I'm expected at a Wheal Leisure shareholders' meeting." "Sadly, without the presence of Ross Poldark to amuse me." "Hm!" "How I miss the days when I had him at my mercy." "Drake!" "You came!" "What's in your basket?" "Toads!" "You said your aunt loved a toad." "I've a gift for you, too, Miss Morwenna." "Winter primroses!" "Where did you find them?" "That's for me to know." "But if you ever wish for more, I'll comb the earth in search of them." "Come on." "Aunt Agatha, Drake's here, with a surprise!" "Uncle George hates toads." "He had them all cleared from our pond." "Imagine if they ever came back!" "Geoffrey Charles, I'm not sure your Uncle George would approve." "Of the toad?" "Of our guest." "Aunt Agatha won't tell him, will you, Aunt?" "Did you know Geoffrey Charles's friend is related to my nephew?" "Of course you do." "For Geoffrey Charles's friend tells you a great deal." "Tell my nephew his aunt is much aggrieved at his neglect!" "I have a letter." "From our celebrated member of parliament, Unwin Trevaunance!" "Whom you jilted." "I may have encouraged him to think he had another chance." "In return for?" "Information on a certain naval officer." "And?" "According to this letter, he's brought his influence to bear at the Admiralty, and they have everything in hand." "Have they?" "Our people are speaking to their people, and shortly, all the officers will be released." "In time for Christmas?" "Or shortly after." "So Unwin has his uses, after all." "A letter for you, Miss." "Thank you." "Oh." "Geoffrey Charles and I are to go to Truro for Christmas." "To Uncle George's?" "The carriage will come for us on Saturday." "How long will you be gone?" "A few weeks?" "Maybe more." "I'd come to bid you goodbye, but I must be at the christening." "'Tis my sister's child, Clowance." "Your cousin, Master Geoffrey." "If we're away for Christmas, I must give you your present now." "Oh, there's no need." "Oh, there is." "Wait there." "I've nothing to give you." "You gave me this." "It's the most precious gift I've ever received." "You never take it off." "I never will." "Here you are, Drake." "So you can write to me when I'm away." "Oh, thank you, Master Geoffrey." "Your cheeks are flushed, Wenna." "Have you a fever?" "Be that the light of God in your eyes?" "Maybe not entire, but it is sacred to me nonetheless." "But is she worth the risk of your mortal soul?" "Reckon so." "Is that wise?" "I have neglected her of late." "You swore you'd keep your distance from all things Trenwith." "Agatha is not all things Trenwith." "She's a Poldark, and my aunt." "George has brought Leisure to its knees and I'll be damned if he'll do the same to Agatha." "So why shouldn't she come to my daughter's christening?" "I've sent the carriage for Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles, as you requested." "Geoffrey Charles, wait!" "You needn't come!" "I don't think either of us should." "I'm going, Wenna." "No-one needs to know." "We thank you, Almighty God, for the gift of water." "Over it, the Holy Spirit moved in the beginning of creation." "My husband is here in spirit." "And as godfather in absentia." "In these times of dire poverty and starvation... .. remind us how you led the children of Israel..." ".. out of their bondage in Egypt... .. into the land of plenty." "How your son, Jesus, received the baptism of John and was anointed by the Holy Spirit as the Messiah." "Christ did lead us through the toils and tribulations of this earth, from the bondage of suffering into everlasting life." "I hope you'll forgive our intrusion." "It's no intrusion." "Will you join our celebrations at Nampara?" "Oh." "Well..." "Oh, Wenna, let's!" "I don't think we can." "We're leaving for Truro." "Indeed, we're already late." "But maybe just for half an hour?" "I fear we cannot." "Much as I would like to." "You'll spend Christmas in Truro?" "More's the pity!" "Uncle George is no St Nicholas!" "And poor Aunt Agatha will be left all alone." "Indeed." "My brother is a gentle soul." "He has a kind of goodness." "The like of which, I've never known." "And were he of your station," "I'd wish for nothing more." "But he's far beneath it." "Cannot aspire to it." "You know it." "I know it." "'Tis well you're going away." "It will break the bond." "So I tell myself." "Goodbye, Morwenna." "Come, Geoffrey Charles, we're very late." "My hat!" "I left it on the seat." "I'll go." "I'll come and visit." "No." "This must stop." "Can you stop?" "Yes." "Cheery little thing." "Sometimes." "How has she been?" "Just fine." "Did you hear about the goings in St Ann's?" "Another corn ship raided, two young tackers shot." "Unwin assures me it's only a matter of time before Dr Enys will be released." "And in the meantime, he receives the best possible treatment." "Did I not order you to rest, Lieutenant Armitage?" "And who would order you to rest?" "If any dared, I wouldn't heed them." "Then may I watch and try and learn something useful?" "'Tis good news of Dwight." "If it's true." "You forget, I've been a prisoner-of-war myself." "But Dwight's a doctor, will he not get special privileges?" "Let's hope so." "I intend to open my house to all emigre nobles fleeing that wicked regime." "It's the least I can do." "She hates to feel useless." "I know the feeling." "What is it?" "Do you not like my gown?" "Your gown is exquisite." "But I cannot permit you to dance tonight." "With anyone but I." "Geoffrey Charles has some spirit." "I'm impressed he disobeyed his governess." "Which reminds me, Aunt Agatha never replied." "Perhaps she never received the note." "There's only one thing for it." "I shall go and fetch her myself." "They'll never admit you." "They'll likely shoot you!" "Not if I'm with him." "We shan't be long." "Mama!" "You're very late." "Go up and change before the guests arrive." "Guests?" "For the ball." "Oh." "But..." "I've ordered a new dress for you." "Make haste." "Begging your pardon, sir." "Captain Poldark is here to visit his aunt." "A glass of canary and a blazing fire, if you please." "Of course I never had your invitation!" "Do you think I'd miss a chance to drink port and eat heavy cake?" "This room is like ice." "The maids don't make me a fire." "So that's George's plan." "To kill you with cold and infection." "Pfft!" "Come and live with me at Nampara." "And lose the chance to torment him?" "Nah!" "I was born in this house, I'll die in this house!" "If it costs me cake, a few hot coals..." "What must Geoffrey Charles think, seeing that gamecock strut about his home?" "And Valentine." "I feel sorry for any child, having that as a father." "No Godolphins, no Boscowans and no Bassets." "It's snowing." "They'll be anxious about the journey home." "Mm!" "Very eye-catching!" "Always was." "No wonder Francis never let her out of his sight." "I meant the cousin." "Morwenna, I'm bored!" "I wish we were at Uncle Ross's party." "We should not have even been at the christening." "I'm sorry I allowed myself to be persuaded." "I'm not, I'd like to know my cousin Clowance better." "I'd wager she's less dull than Valentine!" "Huh!" "First thing tomorrow, I'll write to Harrow." "I want that brat out of my house." "How was she?" "As expected." "Your task is to look after my aunt, is it not?" "Aye, sir." "Then you've failed miserably." "I'll be making regular visits from now on." "And if you fail to ensure her comfort, I'll have you dismissed." "Did Morwenna enjoy the christening?" "Christening?" "Oh, did she neglect to mention?" "Her and Geoffrey Charles were at Sawle Church today, where the latest Poldark brat was baptised." "Clowance, I believe they named her." "Ross and Demelza have a daughter?" "Let's hope they're less careless with this one." "But how could Geoffrey Charles...?" "He cannot be blamed." "It must be Morwenna who..." "She must be reprimanded, punished." "Oh, she will be." "Ah!" "My dear Mr Whitworth!" "I was so sorry to hear of your wife's death." "How are your two little girls?" "As well as can be expected, ma'am." "It's only been a week." "Only your kind invitation could have forced me to leave the house today." "Life must go on." "My very thought when I chose this waistcoat." "Friends of yours, then, Captain?" "Caught robbing another Warleggan grain ship." "Look pretty with their necks in a noose." "What can I say?" "He's within his rights to protect Warleggan property." "Is George not aware the harvest failed, no corn to be had anywhere?" "Of course he's aware." "Which is why he imports, hoards and sells to the highest bidder." "Riot and theft will not help these people, so, what will?" "Say nothing of her misdemeanour." "But surely..." "There may be a better solution." "She's not an ill-looking girl." "She must surely hope to be more than just a governess." "Eventually, yes, but..." "When Geoffrey Charles goes to school, what does the future hold for her?" "I know it would please you to have her well-matched." "And it could be advantageous to us, depending on the candidate." "A highly-respected young man." "And his mother is a Godolphin." "Hm!" "My dear, have you been introduced?" "Our cousin, Miss Chynoweth." "The Reverend Osborne Whitworth." "Shall we assay the gavotte, Miss Chynoweth?" "Oh!" "I hope you'll excuse me, sir, I'm not fond of dancing." "That can only be because your partners thus far have lacked expertise." "Allow a master to initiate you in the pleasures." "God bless the master of this house" "The mistress, also" "And all the little children That round the table go" "And all your kin and kinsmen" "That dwell both far and near" "We wish a Merry Christmas" "And Happy New Year." "That looks good, doesn't it?" "How very blessed we are." "I wonder how Dwight will keep Christmas this year?" "Easy now, Williams." "Merry Christmas, sweetheart." "God's grace be with you." "Move it!" "Here." "Starvation breeds desperate men." "I never knew it this bad." "It's like they could tear us to pieces and eat us alive!" "Humanity has brought this on itself." "Have sinned and must pay the price." "What sin?" "Let all examine their consciences to check they are without blemish." "Mine is." "On account of I don't consider love to be a sin." "Oh, Ross!" "What can be done for these people?" "So that's my proposal." "We cannot feed all of Cornwall, so we must keep this plan to ourselves." "I admit it's risky." "It requires each and every one of us to play our part and it may fall at the first hurdle." "But unless we do something..." "I'm with you." "We all are." "Where do we start?" "With an old friend." "May an old friend speak plainly?" "You're out of your mind!" "Huh!" "That's promising!" "Even if supplies were easier to come by, which in times of war, they're not, even if we could get them across the Channel unscathed and land them unseen, with no guarantee of a delivery day, the cost would be..." "Prohibitive?" "I realise that." "But money will be found." "Are you sure?" "You have my word." "Enys?" "Enys?" "I'm here, Williams." "What is it, my friend?" "Wa... water, please." "Water." "This will do very well." "Yet it sit not easy with I that a house of God be used as a cache." "Nevertheless, it will be so used." "It's the last place anyone will look." "I like not your way of doing, brother." "Get used to it, brother." "What would Dwight make of us now?" "Do we look the part?" "Of highwaymen?" "Is it not our mission to part as many men from their guineas as possible?" "Good day to you, sir!" "A fine morning to address the business of matrimony." "As to the matter of a settlement for Miss Chynoweth," "I've been thinking of £2,000." "Ah!" "My dear sir, you'll pardon me, but a man in my position must look the part, dress the part, carry himself in such a way as to inspire awe." "Must he?" "Besides which, with debts of over £1,000," "I could not in all countenance accept a penny less than 6,000... guineas." "Put simply, Sir John, our mission is this, to raise enough funds to help the poor hereabouts survive the worst winter in living memory." "My mother is a Godolphin." "And Morwenna is a Chynoweth." "One of the oldest families in the county." "Daughter of a dean." "Devout, healthy, particularly fond of motherless children." "But if you feel there is another pretty young lady with £2,000 willing to yoke herself to a penniless clergyman, you are, of course, at liberty to seek her out." "Our own households have begun by pledging 50 guineas apiece." "I've also made a large donation in my late uncle's name." "And we do feel sure you'll not be wanting in your own generosity." "Far be it from we, Sir Philip, to tell a body how much he should pledge, but perhaps we could mention that Sir John has just offered 20 guineas." "My dear, you do him wrong." "I believed he offered 25." "I could be prevailed upon to accept £4,000." "In times of economic hardship, it would be irresponsible of us to increase the offer beyond £2,000." "As I was saying to Miss Penvenen, you'll not find a kindlier man than Sir Hugh." "He is generosity itself!" "It would be impossible to exist on so paltry a sum!" "Doubtless God will then guide your steps towards some amiable young heiress." "Shall I put you down for 30 guineas?" "Taking into consideration the many blessings I would gain in the actual personage of Miss Chynoweth," "I believe I'd be willing to accept £3,500." "Good God, man, do you imagine I have money to burn?" "!" "Finally, a deal!" "To be related to the Godolphins, I was willing to go higher, but the idiot settled for £3,000." "Now all that remains is for you to inform the bride." "Oh!" "But surely, as you are the one who has made all the arrangements..." "I would not, for the world, deprive you of this happy task, my dear." "Hm!" "May I help you?" "Morwenna?" "Marry... .. Mr Whitworth?" "Well, I need hardly enumerate the advantages of the match." "The excellent prospects of the groom." "Your immediate transformation from governess to lady of the town." "The help it will be to your widowed mother and younger sisters." "Mr Warleggan's generosity in providing the settlement." "Do our kind thoughts displease you?" "Does Mr Whitworth's love mean nothing at all?" "I do not know Mr Whitworth!" "We have barely exchanged three sentences." "He knows enough to wish to make you his wife." "As I told your mother..." "You've written to her?" "Emphasising the excellence of the match." "The goodness and piety of the groom." "I'm sure she'll be delighted." "She would be, if she thought I loved him!" "But I do not." "I think, though your mother would wish you to be happy, she'd be dismayed to think of you finding fault with a match because of some false, romantic notion of what marriage should be." "Is it wrong to hope for love in a marriage?" "When you wed Francis, did you not marry for love?" "I married for what I thought was love." "The illusion lasted barely a year." "My marriage to Mr Warleggan was not founded on romance, yet it is altogether more successful." "From Caroline Penvenen." "Begging 30 guineas to help the poor." "You lately spent 3,000 on a dowry." "Will another 30 bankrupt you?" "I dare say she expects a refusal." "Then I shall disappoint her." "From George Warleggan... .. 50 guineas?" "I know his game." "It is not compassion for the poor, it is so his name's at top of the list of benefactors." "Well, into the pot it goes." "Perhaps we should become footpads." "Now all we need is the goods." "Forth in thy name O, Lord, I go..." "Are you sure the goods will be safe here?" "It's only for one night." "Tomorrow, we'll be done." "God willing." "Yet, landing a cargo of such value in utmost secrecy..." "It will not be plain sailing." "Can you believe they're at this again?" "I seen Mr Ross and the others just now, heading for the cove." "Right, let's away." "But Mr Ross did say we should stay indoors." "He did." "He also said I'm the mother of two small children and should start behaving like one!" "So Ena Daniel's upstairs with Clowance and Jeremy and we're away to the meetinghouse." "There she is!" "It's there!" "I can see!" "Fall back!" "All's well." "The meek and lowly heart" "That in our Saviour was" "To us that spirit doth impart..." "Are we close?" "Surely, Captain Ross." "Then let's get gone." "Make haste!" "Be gone!" "How can we sinners know" "Our sins on earth forgiven?" "How can my gracious Saviour show" "My name inscribed in heaven..." "We're not far now." "We all his unknown peace receive and feel his blood applied." "Right, put out the candles and wait in silence." "If any be watching, let's hope we've thrown them off the scent." "Yah!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "They're comin'." "No-one the wiser?" "So far, so good." "You're certain it was he?" "He's most certain the ringleader - there's no mistakin' the goods." "My suspicion, I knows where they be heading." "Did I not bid you stay at home?" "Yes, Ross, as oft I bid you and see how well you hear me!" "We've been actin' as decoys." "And singing hymns at the top of our voices." "What'll ye do?" "Get a good night's sleep... .. and awaken refreshed." "As resident magistrate, I must have my wits about me when I send them all to Botany Bay." "So the gaugers and the military be on their way to the meetinghouse." "Do ye wish to be there at the moment of arrest?" "Oh, I think so." "Why should I miss all the fun?" "Ah, Morwenna, you received my message?" "I've invited Mr Whitworth so that you may see for yourself what an amiable man he is." "You know what to do." "But be sure the villagers keep it to theyselves." "Surely, sister, else will all hell break loose." "'Tisn't fitting the Lord's house being used for such a purpose." "Get you gone." "I'll to Caroline." "The Reverend Whitworth to see Miss Chynoweth." "Compliments of the season to you, Miss Chynoweth." "Come on!" "Come on now." "Folks do love a spectacle!" "An' no more pleasing' than a fancy gent being led away to jail!" "Had my partner Willie Hick not led the king of spades on the second round, I'd scarce have know where to look, but thereafter, by drawing trumps, we made 12 tricks between us and I myself cleared £18 on the evening!" "D'you play whist?" "Not at all." "May I say, Miss Chynoweth, that I detect the hand of God in all this?" "Guiding me to the Warleggan ball, urging me to wear the lemon silk so you could not fail to notice me." "I felt at once that you'd been sent to console me, to be a new mother to my two young daughters, to..." ".. comfort me as only a wife can." "And now I know that my sentiments are returned." "I'm not at all sure they are returned." "Your hesitancy does you credit." "All decent women approach matrimony with a degree of shyness." "But as a man of feeling and a man of God... .. I assure you, my love will be returned." "I pray you excuse me, Sir." "I cannot." "Did she refuse you?" "Oh, I'm not disheartened." "Naturally, she'll come around." "In the meantime, let us proceed with arrangements as planned." "I regret you have been sent on a fool's errand, Captain." "Thank you very much, sir." "No problem." "Men." "And labour on at thy command" "And offer all my works to thee" "Give me to bear thy easy yoke" "And still to things..." "Good day to thee, sir." "See the fruits of your generosity!" "Have you come to make further donation?" "Donation?" "Yes, sir, see what your kind contribution has purchased." "Grain." "A whole shipful!" "Now bein' sold at half the market price to those most needy in the district." "Shall I put you down for 70 guineas next time?" "There will be no next time." "It is not my custom to contribute to the welfare of wastrels who are too idle to earn their own bread." "In which case, may I ask what your business is here?" "For lest you're unaware, this is Nampara land." "And it appears you're trespassing." "As a magistrate, no doubt you're aware of the penalty for such a crime?" "I advise you remove yourselves or I'll call back the soldiers you sent and have you both arrested." "Bye." "It was deliberate!" "An elaborate subterfuge, designed to trick me." "Or possibly with a view to preserving calm and averting a riot?" "It was done so that I would believe he was breaking the law and would look a fool when I attempted to bring him to heel!" "Well, he's overplayed his hand this time." "How is Williams?" "He's improving." "I'll sit with him a while." "No, I must keep him under observation as I promised." "Did I not vow to learn some of your skills?" "If only to give you one hour's rest in 20?" "I can manage." "You saved my life." "We need you alive so you can save others." "With no fresh water?" "No medicine, no pain relief?" "They're taking bets." "On what?" "Which prisoner will be next to die." "Can I have a word?" "George Warleggan's to close Wheal Leisure." "With immediate effect." "But why?" "It'd mean the loss of more than 70 jobs." "And more hardship for 70 families already struggling." "But the mine's still in profit." "Why would he close her now?" "Because he can." "Because the profits are small and keeping her open puts her in competition with other Warleggan mines." "Because she belonged to Ross and closin' her will hurt 'im." "So, to spite Ross, George would send 70 families into direst poverty?" "'Tis about the size of it." "I'm to be sent back to Trenwith?" "Along with Geoffrey Charles." "Now pack your things at once." "Of course she weeps." "To be forced to return to the tedium of Trenwith after the happy bustle of Truro?" "She'll soon see the error of her ways and be begging us to name a date for her wedding." "I'd say we did what we set out to do." "Five villages will now survive the winter." "Yes." "But at a price we hadn't counted on." "The closing of Wheal Leisure can only have been triggered by our grain venture." "So we've helped some and ruined others." "Seventy families." "What can we do for them?" "Ross, Demelza." "I came to tell you that I'm leaving for London." "Have you had word of Dwight?" "From Unwin." "He assures me that all is well and I've no cause for concern." "What will you do?" "Go to the Admiralty." "See if we can negotiate a ransom." "I wish you luck." "We'll bring him home." "Somehow." "The Admiralty doesn't deal in ransoms." "Bless you, Enys." "I think you'll live, Williams." "And those barbarians wagered he'd be next to die." "Not if I can help it." "Ah, ici la sortie." "No, please!" "J'ai gagner le pari!" "Dear God." "I have an idea." "It's a delicate balance." "We're already over-manned." "If we take on more men to take out more ore, we flood the market." "And the price drops." "The ore runs out more quickly." "But here and here and here... there have been indications of possible new lodes." "Which may or may not come to anything." "And which we've so far opted not to explore." "With an extra 30 men, we could explore." "Thirty extra men?" "Each on a wage?" "Which I could pay." "If I opted to plough my profits back into the mine, instead of taking a dividend." "But now, Ross?" "With the future so uncertain, a war with France." "And a wife and two children to support?" "My wife is in agreement with me." "Good man." "Thank you, much obliged." "God bless you, sir." "Well done." "I will sing Twelve O What is your Twelve O?" "Twelve are the Twelve Apostles" "Eleven are the eleven will go to Heaven" "Ten are the Ten Commandments" "Nine is a moon shine bright and clear..." "Need a hand, do ye, sirs?" "Drake, we're back!" "Miss Morwenna." "I think we should let Mr Carne continue on his way." "Go." "Bye, Drake." "Come and visit us soon." "Thanks for thy help, brother." "They're back." "And how long will Morwenna require?" "A few weeks at least." "I must confess, I'm not overly enamoured of him." "There's something about him that makes my skin crawl." "The man is a reptile and a prig." "He is also a Godolphin." "Morwenna does not realise how lucky she is." "But she will realise." "Gold brocade and breeches close-fitting, to inspire in a bride both awe and anticipation." "I liked Morwenna, she seemed gentle and kindly." "This return, though, I fear it." "She an' Drake cannot come to good." "George will be livid." "That's good enough for me!" "But a low-born miner's son aspiring to the heart of his wife's cousin?" "Why should he object?" "When a lowly mine owner can aspire to the hand of a great lady?" "That's different!" "I hope Morwenna knows it's different, an' takes care to stay out of Drake's way." "The prison at Quimper..." "Where Dr Enys be interned?" "'Tis like a hell-hole now." "Would there was aught we could do to help him." "And if there was?" "Make your way to the prison, free Dwight an' bring him home!" "What could be simpler?" "A prison break on French soil with respectable men who are surely being led to their deaths." "Load your weapons." "We make a stand." "Drake!"