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It�s getting late.
I have to go.
You�re not going anywhere.
- Oh.
Evil doesn�t wait.
Take me with you.
It�s too dangerous.
When all this is over I�ll
come back for you,
I swear.
Do you really love me?
The Seeker never lies.
Oh.
Ha-ha!
Where have you been?
Uh, I got my foot caught
in a hunter�s trap.
Oh, I�m sure you got something
caught somewhere.
We need to move now.
Please.
we�ve already paid
our tribute to Lord Rahl.
The demand�s been doubled.
There�s a war on,
as you may have noticed.
If we give you more gold,
we�ll have no money
to buy seeds for our crops.
We�ll starve.
And then Lord Rahl
will get nothing out of us.
Maybe this town
would fare better
with one less mouth to feed.
Drop the sword.
Confessor, let me live,
that I might serve you.
How long you live depends
on how well you serve.
Are there more of you coming?
If I�m not back
with the tribute by nightfall,
my commander will send
the Dragon Corps.
And they won�t just come back
for the tribute,
they�ll come
for the whole treasure,
and they�ll slaughter
anyone who tries to stop them.
Please, Seeker,
you have to help us.
People of Ixwood,
do not despair.
Go to your houses,
close the shutters,
bolt the doors.
The Confessor and I will wait
in the treasury,
when the rats walk
into the trap:
Stand watch on the road.
When you see
the Dragon Corps coming,
race back here,
knock three times
on the door of the treasury,
and hide yourself.
Go.
Come, come! Ha-ha!
This is a great day
for the people of Ixwood.
You have given us hope
in a dark time.
Oh, be sure to thank your wife
for all this marvelous food.
You can thank her yourself.
Is there any other service
I can perform for the Seeker?
Uh--
Oh, I�m sure the Seeker
is more than grateful
for the service
you�ve already provided.
Thank you both for everything.
The gratitude is ours.
I hope for your sake she�s
a better hunter�s trap
than she is a cook.
Did the D�Harans come?
Where�s the Seeker?
What if they killed him?
Seeker!
The Seeker hasn�t been killed.
He�s tricked us!
Summon the Town Guard.
We�ve been robbed!
What took you so long?
You try running
in this corset.
Was it the corset
that slowed you down,
or the flagon of spirits
you guzzled last night?
It was freezing.
Funny how many cold nights
we�ve been having lately.
I was beginning to think you�d
run off with the loot.
You know you can trust us,
Gwildor.
Well, I know I can trust you
to come back for this.
Do we have to?
I would say so.
With the price Darken Rahl
has on these
pretty little mugs of ours.
Do it, Gwildor.
Look on the bright side, Frytss.
You may have a big belly,
but tonight you�ll have plenty
to fill it with.
And here�s to the poor
unsuspecting town
of Lothringham, next stop
on our little tour
of the Midlands.
Oh, here, sorry
about the wait, my lovelies.
Lunatic asylum in here tonight,
as you can see.
Hm, well
Oh, hands to yourself, swine.
Yeah, that�s right,
cram it in before it walks away.
You should talk,
you bloated bag of swill.
Warms my heart to hear
you lovebirds coo.
Lovebirds my posterior.
If you
hadn�t found that mirror
and brought us
into the current business,
that one would be a distant
memory of wasted youth by now.
Soon enough, my dove.
Just a few more bags
of gold salted away,
and I will never again have
to look into your shining eyes
and ask myself,
"What was I thinking?"
Meant for each other,
aren�t you?
Like two fleas on a dog�s pos--
What?
Hey, Seeker.
Richard.
Kahlan.
I�m so glad to see
you both alive and well.
What brings you back
here so soon?
We parted ways with Zedd two
weeks ago.
We�re supposed to meet him here.
Have you seen him?
- Not yet.
But I�ll give you a room while
you wait for him to turn up.
Oh, thank you, Bianca,
but it�s too dangerous for you.
Rahl�s been killing people who
give us shelter.
We�ll camp in the woods,
and come by tomorrow.
Could I at least give the Seeker
and the Confessor a hot meal?
Oh.
We�ve been
on the road so long
I�m not sure we remember
exactly what that is.
Heh.
Come on.
We�ll steal horses.
If we gallop all night we�ll
cross the River Kern by dawn.
No, no, no, no, no.
Don�t you see what
an opportunity this is?
The Sword of Truth is among
the most valuable objects
in the Midlands.
It could easily fetch us
a hundred thousand
pieces of gold.
Steal the Sword of Truth
from the Seeker?
Sorry.
My skin�s worth 100,001.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You have a buyer?
They�d be trampling
each other for the honor
of meeting my price.
But if you�d rather go back
to fleecing children
out of their money
or whatever it was you were
doing in the gutter
I dragged you out of--
I�ll find somebody
who wants to be rich.
If the Seeker catches us
stealing the Sword of Truth,
he�ll run us through with it.
I�m telling you
this is a bad idea.
That�s what you said the time we
swindled the town of Norwich.
And look at how fat
you got off that feat.
The town of Norwich
hardly compares to the Seeker.
For one thing, he didn�t have
all these muscles.
Well, you have them now,
so I�d say
you�re equally matched.
Yes, but--
How do you think he got
all these muscles,
you wine-soaked hag?
By hacking apart hundreds
of D�Harans.
That�s how.
I may have the body
but I don�t have the talent.
Lucky for you, I have both.
You�re gonna fight him?
No, you pigeon head.
I am going to use the one tool
that the Seeker
is defenseless against.
All filled up and ready to go.
We have time
for a quick swim.
Uh, I thought
we were in a hurry.
Well, that was before the sun
came out, and it got so hot.
Come on.
Mm, it�s beautiful.
What are you waiting for?
Kahlan--
Don�t be so serious
all the time.
It�s just a swim.
You�re going
to be very sorry
walking around
in those wet pants all day.
This is a bad idea.
You won�t say that
once you�re in the water.
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We really should get going.
Ah.
This is a very bad idea.
Oh!
Oh.
What if you lose control?
Oh, I can control myself.
The question is, can you?
You know what, you�re right.
This is a very bad idea.
I was coming to see
if you were all right.
I thought you were filling
the water skins.
I seem to have left
them behind at the lake.
I�ll go back and get them.
All right.
Just hurry.
Yeah.
Okay.
Kahlan, why did you do that?
Do what?
What is this?
You take your clothes off,
you swim that close to me--
Take my clothes off?
What are you talking about?
Your hair�s dry.
That wasn�t you in the lake.
Your hair�s wet.
That wasn�t you in the forest.
Someone has got some
very powerful magic.
Someone very close by.
Oh, no.
- What?
I know my sword,
and this isn�t it.
Someone stole
the Sword of Truth?
How did that happen?
- I was distracted.
By a naked woman you went
swimming with.
I thought it was you.
They can�t be far.
I�ll look for tracks
by the lake, you go up the path.
Thank you for seeing me, captain.
You have something to tell me,
tell it quickly.
Is there still a reward being
offered for the capture
of the Seeker
and the Confessor?
You know where they are?
Is the price still
a million pieces of gold?
What reward could be greater
than the glory
of Lord Rahl�s gratitude?
Yes, a million,
to be shared
with the arresting officer.
Of course.
If you know where
they are, let�s hear it.
Perhaps we should discuss that
someplace
a little more private.
We wouldn�t want some eager pair
of ears beating us to the glory.
A hundred thousand
divided by three,
leaves 10, carry the one--
No, carry the three.
Wait.
Thirty goes into 90--
Okay, let me just make
it easier for you.
Just divide by two.
But there�s three of us.
What have you got
in there, cheese?
Why does Gwildor
deserve any of it?
Haven�t you noticed
that every time
he gulls us
into one of his schemes,
we�re the ones who end
up risking our hides? If we run,
we can get to the gold
in the cave before he does.
Uh, but he has the mirror.
But we have the Sword.
With which we conk him
the minute he gets there.
And then we split
up the treasure,
and the money from the Sword,
and never have to lay eyes
on each other ever again.
Best part of all.
Halt!
I�ll take the Sword, Seeker.
I�m not the Seeker.
Oh, take it.
It�s all yours.
Apparently the Seeker�s
legendary courage is just that,
a legend.
Darken Rahl will have no trouble
breaking him
in the dungeons of his palace.
Arrest them, and don�t let
the Confessor touch you.
But I�m not the Confessor.
No.
This is just a disguise.
It�s a magical one.
When our friend gets here
he�ll change us back
to who we really are.
We�re thieves.
We cheat widows.
We steal pennies out of blind
people�s cups.
Then we steal the cups.
We stole the Treasure of Ixwood.
We�ll show you where it is.
- Silence!
Gag them, and gag them well.
If I hear one squeak,
it�s your head.
My love.
Oh.
Oh, I found you.
Last night was the most
wonderful night of my life.
I-- She--
I never saw her before.
Did you find anybody?
No, but it looks like you did.
Whoever you are,
I�m very sorry.
You may have met
somebody who looks like me,
but I�m not him.
I know you don�t want
the Confessor
to think you�ve found another.
But she�ll understand.
Love is never something
you have to hide.
I left a note for my husband.
I told him I was running
away with you.
There they are!
I knew you�d lead us straight
to these lying thieves,
you faithless ***.
So the legend of the Seeker
was a lie all along.
You use your reputation to prey
on peoples� trust and fear,
Oh, no, no.
and then rob them blind.
And it wasn�t enough
to steal our treasure,
you had to steal my wife?
He didn�t steal me.
We love each other.
And the Seeker would never
steal our treasure.
I-I�m sure he took
it somewhere to keep it safe.
Aah!
Well, if it�s so safe,
you tell us where it is.
We don�t know where it is.
Someone�s using
some kind of magic
to make them look
exactly like us.
Sir, we don�t want to fight you.
We�re after the same
people you are.
If you help us find them--
Silence!
Maybe once the Seeker is dead
the Confessor
will be more cooperative.
Run, my love.
Run!
Come on, get them!
A third of a king�s ransom
wasn�t enough for you,
no, you needed more.
If you were the real Seeker,
you would have
sacrificed yourself
and let the woman get away.
When a real woman comes along,
I�ll do just that.
Oh.
Come here.
Just--
Just would you--
You�re not doing this because
I look like this, are you?
If I cared about looks,
do you think I would have
picked you to begin with?
Ah, we�ll get
out of this, Clayre.
We�ve gotten out of worse.
Like
the time we were doing
the kidnapped sister
in Glensborough.
And the Duke walked in while
I was changing my wig.
And threw us into the dungeon
with that ogre.
Who smelled like
rotting monkeys.
Oh.
None of which
would have happened
if you hadn�t taken
it upon yourself
to deflower the Duke�s daughter.
Have you ever met a woman
who you didn�t think
would look better
with her knickers
on the bedpost?
Clayre.
Don�t even try.
I�d have to be a few tomatoes
short of a salad
to go down
that garden path again.
I don�t know about you,
but I am getting
out of this dung heap.
Hello? Anyone out there?
We lost them.
Except every citizen in Ixwood
is going to be looking for us.
We need to give them
their treasure back,
before the stories spread
of the Seeker being a thief
and the Confessor
being his accomplice.
Except we have no idea
which way the imposters went.
Or if they even look like us.
If ever there was
a time we needed Zedd.
Maybe he�s at the tavern
by now.
Let�s find out.
I can�t believe after fighting
legions of D�Harans,
Mord-Sith and Rahl himself,
I lose the Sword of Truth
to a couple of petty criminals.
I mean, has the Seeker
ever lost the Sword before?
Kahlan?
Don�t worry.
We�ll get it back.
Drinks for everybody.
I�ve captured the Seeker
and the Confessor.
Uh, you heard the gentleman.
Rum all around,
from the good bottle.
A word with you
in private, barmaid?
Of course.
I know that you and your
gentleman friend Gwildor
have been harboring
the Seeker and the Confessor.
Lies.
People will say
anything in this town.
What I don�t know
is where this Gwildor is.
Well, that makes two of us.
I haven�t seen him in days.
I have instruments
in my stockade.
Very, very sharp ones,
that could have you singing
quite a different song.
Look, you can carve
me to bits,
I still won�t know where he is.
Then there�s only one way
you can save yourself.
Get your hands off me.
I belong to another.
You know,
it�s not often a man
can be absolutely certain
of the faithfulness
of his beloved.
Oh, my God.
You--
You could kill a woman,
giving her a fright like that.
What have you been up to?
Changing into a D�Haran Captain
and capturing the Seeker
and the Confessor.
Or should I say,
two petty thieves
who at the moment resemble them
most remarkably.
Oh, poor, poor,
Frytss and Clayre.
Oh, this wouldn�t have
anything to do
with collecting a rather
sizeable reward, now, would it?
You brilliant woman,
how did you guess?
I�ve sent word to Darken Rahl.
Tomorrow morning a Mord-Sith
will take the Seeker
and the Confessor
to his dungeons,
little suspecting that she�s
paying a million pieces of gold
for a sorry pair of imposters.
Oh, after which,
you and I will proceed
to a certain cave in the forest.
Where Frytss and Clayre
will not, alas,
be on hand to collect their
share of the treasure.
Leaving us to bear
that burden
all by ourselves.
Ah, tell me, where�s
the D�Haran captain himself?
Retired on his pension,
I believe.
At the bottom of a well.
I need you
to hold onto this.
I don�t want a Mord-Sith
anywhere near it.
Wise, wise thinking, my love.
Just one favor.
Change back
into the captain first.
I warn you,
he�s heavily armed.
Oh, you know I like
a well-equipped soldier.
Come on.
Oh, sorry, we�re closing.
Seeker.
Confessor.
Richard.
Kahlan.
Thank the Spirits you�re safe.
Bianca, can we--?
Of course.
Have you seen Zedd?
Not yet.
What�s going on?
And how did you escape?
We were never caught.
Someone�s impersonating us.
Who? And how is that
even possible?
That�s what we need
to find out.
If people are saying
the Seeker and the Confessor
have been captured,
then the D�Harans
must have caught the imposters.
The nearest D�Haran outpost
is three leagues here.
We�ll get them out.
But don�t you realize
what a chance this is?
If Darken Rahl thinks
he already has you,
then he won�t be
looking for you.
You should get as far away
from here as you can.
No, no, the imposters stole
the treasure of Ixwood.
And the Sword of Truth.
I�m so frightened for you.
Will you at least take
one precaution for me?
What precaution?
There was a D�Haran commander
in here,
bragging that the Mord-Sith
and her escort are coming
down the main road.
Take the old goat path.
Out the front,
left at the well.
It�s slower, but at least
you�ll get there alive.
Thanks.
Thank you for your help.
No, thank you.
And may the Spirits
be with you.
Hyah!
I hate to think how many towns
those charlatans have raided.
Or how many corsets.
Maybe Bianca is right.
We have to get
the Sword of Truth back
but why not let the D�Harans
hand the imposters over to Rahl?
I mean, if he thinks
that he�s captured
the Seeker and Confessor he
would stop looking for us.
Rahl�s too smart
to be fooled by them.
He�ll realize their frauds.
At least they�ll be
in his dungeon,
they won�t be able to steal
from anyone else.
Rahl�s not going to let them
rot in his dungeon.
He wanted you alive
so he could break you.
Force you
to kneel before him
as an example
to those that follow.
Now he has that.
He could force them to say
and do whatever he wanted.
Make them swear their allegiance
to the House of Rahl.
And the people of the Midlands
would believe it.
As far as they would know
the Seeker and Confessor
wouldn�t be fighting for them.
They�d be fighting for Rahl.
You.
There.
Turnkey.
Do they really expect
me to eat this slop?
If you brought me some of those
luscious, juicy mutton chops
I saw the officers eating,
I could make you
very glad that you did.
What�s the problem?
Oh.
Is it those stories you�ve heard
about Confessors
and the terrible things
that they can do to a man?
That�s all just made up to scare you.
No, it isn�t that.
Hm?
This one�s yours, love crumpet.
What?
I know how excited you get
around leather and chains,
but are Darken Rahl�s
torture chambers
really a better alternative?
Captain, captain!
The prisoners have escaped!
What? Where are you going?
As far away
from here as I can get.
What?
- The idiots have escaped.
When the Mord-Sith discovers
I�ve let the Seeker
and the Confessor get away,
I�ll be fish food.
Give me the mirror,
change me back right now.
- No, no, no.
Wait, wait, this-- This might
actually play into our hands.
How?
Darling, I was coming
here to tell you
that Richard and Kahlan
are on their way here,
now to free Frytss and Clayre.
You grab them when
they get here then
And the Mord-Sith arrives,
I deliver the real thing.
Yeah.
But what about
the gold in the cave?
Frytss and Clayre
must be halfway there by now.
You�re a D�Haran captain.
Send a quad after them.
With orders to kill.
There�s my boy.
Go back to the tavern,
pack your things.
I�ll come for you tonight.
A million gold pieces richer.
When Gwildor gets here we hide
behind the rock, knock him out,
grab the amulet and run.
What if he�s ready for that?
What if he knocks us out?
I say we take off right now.
You can do what you like.
I�m not running
around the countryside
with this bull�s-eye on.
Fine, Gwildor�s all yours.
You�re not scared of Gwildor.
You�re just not ready to give
up those rippling muscles.
A story to tell with pride, boys:
The day you saw the Seeker
and the Confessor die in agony.
You want a story
to tell with pride?
Promise you�ll let us
go on our way,
and the Seeker here
will be more than happy
to finish what I was
so rude to interrupt.
What?
Show no mercy.
Richard.
Kahlan.
Thank all the Spirits
in creation I found you in time.
Yes, thank them indeed.
I was on my way
to the tavern to meet you,
but the town was all
abuzz with the news
that the Seeker
had been captured,
so I followed
these D�Harans and--
What�s all this?
Well, we�re
just keeping it safe.
For the good people
of Ixwood.
The nasty D�Harans were about
to seize every bit of it.
Well, we�ll have to take
it straight back
to the good people of Ixwood
and be on our way
before the nasty D�Harans
seize every bit of us.
Absolutely.
Instantly.
But there�s no reason to drag
yourself all the way to Ixwood.
We�ll just trot
the gold right over there,
and meet you
at the crossroads.
Meet me at the crossroads.
Good plan.
Like we did that time in,
oh, where was it,
Massenthal.
Massenthal.
Yeah.
That�s right.
Seeing as the town of Massenthal
was brought into being
three seconds ago,
I�ll make sure the gold
gets back to Ixwood.
And you�ll tell me who you are
and what you�ve done
with my friends.
It�s not well-guarded.
That�s lucky.
You know what Zedd says:
"A man who trusts in luck
better have plenty of it.
"
I suggest you save a little
fight for the Mord-Sith.
And how does this amulet work?
Well, if I can get somebody
to look into it,
their reflection stays inside.
Yeah, and then if I get
you to look into it--
I can turn you into them.
- Montressor�s Mirror.
Created by a sorcerer who wanted
to capture the image
of his beloved dying wife
and then have her
with him always.
It�s been lost for centuries.
Well, Gwildor found it.
The way I heard it,
he won it at cards.
Yeah,
this is Gwildor�s fault.
He pulled us into this.
I only went along with it
because pork-brains
here swore
that we were gonna be aiding
the true Seeker in his quest.
Gwildor�s her friend,
not mine.
And for a few tots of rum,
she could be your friend too.
How did this Gwildor
manage to capture
the real Richard and Kahlan�s
reflections?
When they came through
a few weeks ago
Gwildor�s lady friend
tricked them
into looking into the mirror.
She just gave them a shave
and a bath.
She�s a tavern keeper,
her name�s--
Bianca.
And we thought
she was a friend.
If she�s not your friend
anymore,
that means she�s your enemy,
and seeing as she�s
our enemy too,
that makes us
all friends, right?
In the broadest possible sense.
Well, then, friend,
we�re glad we could help you,
and we�ll just, uh,
be on our way then.
Not so fast.
The curtain has not yet fallen
on your performance.
Oh.
Zedd.
Heh.
Going somewhere?
Why, you shouldn�t
sneak in like that,
you could scare
a person to death.
Richard and Kahlan have been
looking for you.
Thank the Spirits,
we found each other.
I�ve just freed
them from the D�Harans.
Freed them.
That�s wonderful.
Don�t even try, Bianca.
Did you think you could fool
a Wizard of the First Order?
I want the magic mirror,
so when I find
the imposters you created
I can change them back
to their sorry selves
before they heap
even more infamy
on the Seeker�s good name.
If you give me the tiniest clue
as to what you�re talking about,
perhaps I can help you.
Would a touch
of the Confessor�s hand
be clue enough?
W-Well, how do I know
she�s not an imposter?
H-how do you know--?
There�s only one way
to find out.
Are you willing to risk it?
I�d love to have you
as my willing slave, Bianca.
All the things
I�d have you do for me.
No, take it.
Take it,
take it, take it!
And may it bring you less
trouble than it�s brought me.
Where�s Gwildor?
He�s at the D�Haran camp,
posing as a captain
of the guards.
And what about Richard
and Kahlan? Where are they?
You mean, they�re not--?
- Hello, Bianca.
You�re looking well for someone
who just stabbed a knife
in the back
of every friend she has.
Yeah.
Where are the real Seeker
and Confessor?
They�ve probably f-fallen
into the trap
that Gwildor set for them.
The Mord-Sith
may already have come
to take them to Darken Rahl.
Please, please, let me go.
That�s all I know.
That�s all the help
I can give you.
Oh, no, Bianca.
I feel certain you have much,
much more to give.
The gold?
Lord Rahl insists
upon delivery of the captives
to the People�s Palace
before the reward is paid.
He�s been disappointed
too many times.
If you want the gold,
you�ll have to come with us.
It will be my honor
to personally present
the captives to Lord Rahl.
His gratitude
would be even greater
if you delivered
the Wizard as well.
And where might the Wizard be,
Seeker?
Hm.
Wait!
You have been fooled, mistress.
These are the real
Seeker and Confessor.
The ones you�ve
got there are imposters.
And so is he.
He�s nothing but a common thief,
disguising
himself with magic,
and I can prove it.
No!
No.
No!
How could you betray me?
Now to unmask his accomplices.
I don�t know who you are,
I don�t know what kind
of magic you have,
and I don�t know who�s
real and who is not,
so I�m gonna take you
all to Darken Rahl
and let him sort it out.
He�s rather good at that.
Take them.
Death isn�t good enough for you.
Having your head
crushed between stones
while rats gnaw your feet
to the ankles
is barely good enough for you.
Zeddicus Zu�l Zorander.
What did I do to deserve
such good fortune?
He�s setting a trap for you.
Of course he is.
Some feeble
attempt to rescue his friends.
Which is why I�m going
to walk into the trap alone.
The one person in the world
a Wizard can�t use his powers
against is a Mord-Sith.
Zedd?
In a manner of speaking.
What about me?
- Shh.
Run!
Gwildor!
Gwildor!
Catch them.
I�m sorry, mistress.
There are so many of them.
Unh.
And I can�t run.
But at least
you have the Wizard.
Cold comfort, when the prize
was the Seeker,
but better than
no comfort at all.
I�m not the Wizard,
I�m Bianca, the tavern keeper.
The Wizard bewitched me
and tied me up
to lure you away
from the prisoners.
Oh, Gwildor, it�s me.
Tell it to Lord Rahl.
Are you all right?
You�re not Kahlan.
Hey, there�s nobody
around, Seeker.
Your dream could come true,
with no price to pay.
Why would you wanna do that?
Story to tell my grandchildren?
Who knows, they might be
your grandchildren.
Don�t you find me desirable?
Yes.
Which is why you�d better stop.
You may be the one true Seeker,
but you�re not very much fun.
Ever the fast worker,
aren�t you?
How anyone gets
around with these
things on them
is entirely beyond me.
Zedd.
Well, thank you for everything.
We won�t take any more
of your time.
Bye-bye!
- Leave them.
We�re just gonna
let them get away?
We don�t have time to take them
to the nearest constable.
And they don�t have this.
That�s gonna be a very useful
thing to have around.
I�m not so sure about that.
Sometimes
I think there�s entirely
too much magic in the world.
Well, drop me a note,
if you ever learn
how to write your name.
I�ll address it care of any
tavern, any place, any time.
To think when I met you
I had a few pieces
of gold in my pocket
and a shred of dignity.
For the rest of my life,
on this day,
I will
celebrate the anniversary
of seeing your face
for the very last time ever.
Silver spurs.
Gold bridle.
The Winterhaven Double-Cross,
wouldn�t you say?
With the Trollsbridge variation.
Please.
Please, kind sir!
My wife has fallen ill.
Maybe we should have come
along a little later.
Given you and Clayre
some time together.
I�m not interested in her.
Don�t you think she�s pretty?
Why do I get the feeling there�s
nothing I can say right now
that isn�t going
to get me in trouble?
You�re growing in wisdom
every day, my boy.
Don�t despair, my darling.
I love you.
At least we�ll
always have each other.
Gwildor, it�s me.
Gwildor
