01x02 - Brackenholme

[bunniefuu]

- [mysterious music playing]
- [fire crackling]

[dramatic music playing]

[air whooshing]

- [music fades]
- [Drew groans]

[yelps]

[grunting]

[exhales]

Welcome to Brackenholme.

[Tilly] Find Duke Bergan.

Time to make a move.

[yelling] Help!

- [guard 1] What?
- [Drew] Anyone! Help!

- [wails]
- [guard 1] Ugh.

- What's the matter, lad?
- [Drew] I'm dying here.

[guard 1] What's wrong with ya?

What, cat got your tongue? Wait.

What?

[thrilling music playing]

[grunts] No, no, no, no!

[all grunting]

[grunts]

[gasps]

Duke Bergan!

[grunts] You don't understand!

I need to talk to Duke Bergan!

- [growls]
- [guard 2] We've got a wild one here!

[Drew and guards grunting]

Let me go!

Duke Bergan, no!

[all grunting]

- [Drew shouting]
- [electricity crackling]

[Drew wails]

[eerie music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

[vendor] Get your oranges here.

Ten oranges, half a crown.

That'll be half a crown, please.
Half a crown?

Hey, come back!
Are you gonna pay for that?

[Whitley] Here.

Bless you, milady.

The Lions, they think
they can just take what they want.

Yeah.

- [Prince Lucas] Move!
- Whoa!

Hey!

[Chancer nickers]

- [neighs loudly]
- Chancer!

[suspenseful music playing]

[Whitley grunts]

Come back with my horse!

[pants, grunts]

- [Prince Lucas whoops]
- [chickens clucking]

[panting]

Whoa!

Hey! What are you doing on Chancer?

He's a good horse. I think I'll keep him.

[scoffs] You can't do that.

I'm the prince.

I can do whatever I like.

[grunts angrily] And I say you can't!

[roars] How dare you
talk back to your future king.

- [neighs]
- [Prince Lucas roars]

No! [grunts angrily]

Now, that's enough.

Is there a problem, Your Highness?

- [Chancer neighs]
- What sort of backwater is this, Bergan?

- Your brat just went for me.
- I did not!

Lady Whitley seems
a little short-tempered this morning.

Perhaps she should return to her room.

Okay, maybe I did,
but he's going to take Chancer.

Go to your mother, Whitley.
You'll find her in the embroidery room.

[Prince Lucas chuckling]

- [Whitley scoffs]
- [Duke Bergan growls lowly]

- [Whitley exhales sharply]
- Your Highness, you don't want this horse.

He has terrible wind,
and I'm sure you noticed his limp.

Come.

I have just the stallion for you.

- [huffs]
- [neighs]

[intriguing music playing]

[Drew grunting]

- [footsteps approaching]
- [gasps]

- [whimpering]
- [spoon clatters]

- I need to see the duke.
- So I hear.

[Drew humphs]

- Here, catch.
- [Drew gasps]

Duke Bergan will see you soon enough.
Once the Lion is out of the city, that is.

The Lionlords are here?

Just one.

The king's son, Prince Lucas.

He's here for his betrothal
to Lady Gretchen of Hedgemoor.

My father has his hands full
entertaining him at the Great Oak.

- Your father's the duke?
- Lord Broghan, at your service.

You must be Drew.
I've heard a lot about you.

Right. Whitley, your sister.

Lady Whitley.

And the old ranger, Hogan?

Recovering nicely, thanks to you.

I hear you also
kept my sister out of trouble.

Let me out of here. We're even.

[laughing]

All in good time. Enjoy your breakfast.

Do the Bearlords hand-deliver breakfast
to all their prisoners?

[Broghan chuckles]

Nope. Not all.

[guard] Prisoner's weapons, sir.

Thought you might appreciate
the, uh, craftsmanship.

Yes.

We would not want this
falling into the wrong hands.

[mysterious music plays]

[vendor] Oranges! Get your oranges here!

[gasps] Hey, you can't just help yourself.

- [scoffs] Lion Troopers do as they please.
- Wait. No, you-- [wails, grunts]

[groans]

- [cries out]
- [Whitley clears throat]

[trooper] What are you smiling at?

Oh, it's just you've given me
the perfect excuse

to be late for my sewing lesson.

Leave this man alone.

[troopers laughing]

[huffs, grunts]

[trooper cries out]

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [Whitley grunting]

[troopers grunting]

[Whitley grunting]

[gasps]

[ominous growling]

[gasps] Lord Vankaskan.

What is all this commotion?

- [Hector clears throat]
- [laughs, scoffs]

Your soldiers
are stealing from our traders.

Is that so?

Mmm.

Fructasius perfidium.

[orange squelching]

- [oranges squelching]
- [Whitley gasps]

No, please don't!

This fruit is rotten.
Why would anyone want to steal it?

[laughs evilly]

Come, Hector. Watch and learn.

[vendor moans in distress]

[Whitley grunts angrily]

A magister catches everything
and misses nothing.

- He knows all. He hears all. He sees all.
- [Hector gasps]

Hector?

Hector!

- Hector? Hector!
- [Whitley] Shh!

Here, buy a new stall.

And steer clear
of the Lion Troopers in future.

You're too kind, Lady Whitley.

[Hector gasps, breathes heavily]

[laughs] Whitley!

Nice company you're keeping
these days, Hector.

A Ratlord? Really?

Every magister starts somewhere.

- You're gonna be a magister. That's huge!
- I know! [laughs]

If Vankaskan doesn't have me
whipped for wandering off. [gasps]

So, if you're a big-time magister now,

does that mean you know all about
identifying Werelords?

- I know a bit.
- [gasps] Then you're coming with me!

Oh, what? [grunts]

[mystical music playing]

Hey!

[guard 1] We're under strict instructions
not to let you in.

Strict instructions from whom?

- [guard 2] Your brother.
- Ugh!

Uh... you wouldn't dare prevent
the royal magister from entering?

[Hector laughs nervously]

- I'm only the apprentice.
- [foot stomps]

He's very tetchy,
and he's quick with a hex.

If you cross him,
he'll turn you into weasels.

- Right, Hector?
- Weasels?

Oh yeah, weasels.

- [sniffs] I am kind of a big deal.
- Yeah.

What page was that
weasel spell again, Hector?

- Page 166. [clears throat]
- Thanks.

Uh, thanks so much. Thanks, appreciate it.

- Come on.
- Oh!

- [mystical music continues]
- Whoa.

[humming]

[grunts]

[wincing]

When you said he was different...

You have got to be kidding.

Well, that's charming.

- You threw me to the Lions.
- [Whitley] Bears, Drew.

And trust me, this is the safest place
for you right now.

And who's this guy?

What's with all the scribbling?

[chuckles] He does that.
Hector knows stuff.

- Knowledge is... power.
- [Drew] Ow!

There are tests
I can perform on this hair that can--

- [gasps] Wolf. [wails]
- [growling]

Drew!

[Hector yells, pants]

Visiting hour's over, Lady Whitley.

[dark music playing]

Did you see his eyes?
I'm telling you, Whitley, he is a Were--

Not so loud.
That's what I was trying to tell you.

But how is that possible?

[Whitley] Shh.

[indistinct conversations]

[gasps]

And here we see the White Oak,
Your Highness.

Also known as the Tree of Life.

[sarcastically] Incredible. Another tree.

[Duke Bergan] Brackenholme is Lyssia's
oldest city, the Great Tree...

- [Hector gasps]
- [Whitley] Shh.

Is there much more of this?
None of us are getting any younger.

Even I know
King Leopold k*lled all the Wolves

so no one could challenge-- [gasps]

Drew's a Wolf,
which means he's a threat to Leopold

and Lucas's claim to the throne.

A new Wolflord could change everything.

It would shift the balance of power
in the Seven Realms,

turn the world on its head.

We have to keep Prince Lucas
away from Drew.

[Hector grunts]

[ominous music playing]

- [knocking on door]
- Enter.

Um... I... I'm so sorry I'm late, master.
It... it seems time ran away--

You keep me waiting again, boy,
and your life won't be worth living.

- [gasps]
- Get your journal out. Start taking notes.

Yes.

Um... [gasps]

[whimpering]

"Werelords can only be harmed
by silver, by fire, by magic,

and by their fellow Werelords."

Well, I guess apart from that,
they're indestructible...

Mmm. Knowledge is power.

[clears throat]
On behalf of myself and Duchess Rainier,

we thank you all for joining our feast.

We are honored
by the presence of Prince Lucas,

ahead of his betrothal to our niece,
Lady Gretchen.

A toast to our guest.

[all] Prince Lucas!

Yes, yes. Sit down.

[uneasy music playing]

Any word on when
our guest will be leaving?

Soon.

I need to speak to you about my prisoner.

Now isn't the time,

not with the Lion cub
breathing down your father's neck.

But it's important.

It can wait. Especially after
your encounter with Lucas this morning.

[Prince Lucas] Bergan.

My magister tells me there was
a commotion at your gates last night.

Something to do with the new prisoner
you have locked up in the Black Oak.

New prisoner?

Surely you remember. You were there too.

The boy Lady Whitley captured.

In fact, she took my apprentice
to visit him earlier today.

Didn't you?

[Hector gulps]

[thrilling music playing]

[sighs] Well, if Duke Bergan
won't come to me...

[pants, grunts]

[grunts]

The Great Oak.
That's where Bergan will be.

[cries out, grunts]

[moans]

[exhales]

[panting]

[straining]

[yells, grunts]

[pants, grunts]

[crying out]

[panting] Hm?

[mysterious music playing]

Huh.

- [magical tinkling]
- [gasps]

Oh.

[grunting, panting]

- [intense music playing]
- [growling]

- [screaming]
- [electricity crackling]

Anyone would think you're trying to hide
something from me, Bergan.

[Whitley gasps]

Nothing to concern yourself with.
A rogue Orb Spider, nothing more.

The perils of living
in the Dyrewood, eh? [chuckles]

[laughs] And, um,
this mysterious prisoner?

Some Wylderman
who followed my daughter home.

A Wylderman who you decided
to keep in the most secure cell,

at the very top of the Black Oak?

[tense music playing]

[gasps]

[growls]

[cutlery clattering softly]

[Prince Lucas] And...

Sorry. Why haven't you dealt
with this Wylderman already?

If you're too squeamish,
I'll execute him myself.

As a kindness to my hosts.
[chuckles ominously]

- [Whitley laughs nervously]
- [Duke Bergan growls lowly] Ma--

Thank you for your generous offer,
Your Highness,

but don't let this disturb your dinner.

I'll have him brought to you. After all,
he's my prisoner. [laughs nervously]

[tense music playing]

Seems like I had
your daughter all wrong, Bergan.

She's smarter than she looks.

[Duke Bergan growls lowly]

[suspenseful music playing]

[laughing, grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

[whimpers]

No, no, no, no.

[strains, grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[chuckles]

[grunting]

[guard 1] What was that?

[guard 2] Stupid boy.

[suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

Where do you think you're going?

I have to find Bergan.
I need to know the truth.

You have no idea
how much danger you're in.

How much danger we're all in!

- Come with me.
- [Drew grunts]

[pants] Drew! [grunts]

[Drew gasps]

- Easy, farm boy...
- [Drew] You won't fool me twice.

I made a promise to my mum,
and nothing is gonna stop me.

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [both grunting]

No, no, no, no! Not that way! [grunting]

- [Drew wails]
- [Whitley grunts]

[Prince Lucas grumbles]

I don't like to be kept waiting, Bergan.

[Duke Bergan sighs]

- Go and see what the holdup is, boy.
- Yes.

[Prince Lucas] Wait.

[suspenseful music plays]

- [Prince Lucas] Who did this to you?
- [Hector whimpering]

Answer your prince!

[panicked breaths] The prisoner!
The prisoner! It was the prisoner!

Only another Werelord
could have wounded him like this.

[roars] Bring me that prisoner!

[suspenseful music continues]

[panting]

[Drew growls]

Drew!

[Drew laughing]

[grunts angrily]

[exerting]

[gasps] Whitley?

[both grunting]

- [Whitley gasps]
- [Drew wailing]

[both straining]

- [Drew yells]
- [Whitley gasps] No!

[both grunting, yelling]

What are you doing?
The fall will k*ll you!

I'm not letting you go!
[grunting determinedly]

- No, no, no! No!
- [Whitley screams]

[Drew yells]

[both panting]

[ethereal music playing]

[electricity crackling]

- [horse whinnies in distance]
- [Whitley grunts]

[items crashing]

[vendor moans]

[ominous music playing]

No! Get back!

[guard 1] Stop the elevator.

Is... Is that a Wolf?

- Surely not, Your High--
- Look! I can see it with my own eyes.

[Drew snarling]

[intense music playing]

A Wolflord!

- It's the Wolf! The Wolf has returned!
- [guard 2] Quick! Bring more men.

Stand back! Move back!
Nothing to see here. Get back!

[villagers exclaiming] The Wolf is back!
The Wolf is back!

The Wolf has returned!

The Wolf--

[villagers chanting excitedly]
The Wolf has returned!

[roars]

[music fades]

[closing theme music playing]

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