Ah, my son's loyal wife returns unkilled by the heathen. So he accepted our bribe?
No, he did not.
Then why does he stay? My scouts tell me he has not advanced.
He waits for you at York. He says he will attack no more towns or cities if you are man enough to come face him.
Did he? The Welsh bowmen will not be detected arriving so far around his flank. The main force of our armies from France will land here to the north of Edinburgh. Conscripts from Ireland will approach from the southwest to here.
Welsh bowmen? Troops from France? Irish conscripts? Even if you dispatched them today, they'd take weeks to assemble.
I dispatched them before I sent your wife. [to Isabelle] So our little ruse succeeded. Thank you. And while this upstart awaits my arrival in York, my forces will have arrived in Edinburgh behind him. You spoke with this Wallace in private? Tell me, what kind of man is he?
A mindless barbarian, not a king like you, my lord.
You may return to your embroidery.
Humbly, my lord. [turns to leave]
You brought back the money, of coarse?
No. I gave it to ease the suffering of the children of this war.
That's what happens when you send a woman!
Forgive me, sire. I thought that generosity might demonstrate your greatness to those you mean to rule.
My greatness will be better demonstrated when Wallace returns to Scotland and finds his country in ashes.
