Until the end of the semester, probably more RING OF THE SORCERESS:
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CASTLE EBON (COURTYARD) -- MORNING
Boris looks cleaner, but still haggard. He sees a group of armored men nearby and heads toward them.
Desmond rushes by, a queasy look on his face. He gives Boris a half-frightened, half-pitying look and scurries away.
Boris ponders this as he steps up and squares his shoulders.
BORIS
All fall in for the Queen's own Silent Guard!
The group of men turn, and Boris cannot hide his revulsion himself.
Before him stands several long-dead men, skin flaking, death-dealing wounds open but long dried, cold dead eyes, yellow exposed bone and gray flesh. Boris swallows hard.
BORIS (CONT'D)
I am Sir Boris Halfmoon, captain of the Silent Guard. This morn we do the queen's own business. We are looking for a young female monk, possibly keeping the companionship of a swordsman. We must stop them before they reach the castle, and I believe their trail is not far and still warm.
(beat)
Are there questions?
Boris does his best to look along the line of faces.
LUTHER
Kiiiiii....
Boris' head snaps around.
BORIS
Pardon?
Suddenly, Boris' old sword-mate Luther Osric shuffles between the silent men. His neck is crooked where it was snapped not long ago. Boris blanches.
BORIS (CONT'D)
Luther?
LUTHER
Kiiiiiiilllllllll....
Boris steps closer to Luther, and speaks quietly, shaken.
BORIS
Yes, old friend, you will have your share of blood-sport.
LUTHER
Kiiillll....meeee....
Boris takes a staggering step back, as if punched in the stomach. Then another. Suddenly Boris drops to his knees and vomits up his breakfast.
A moment later he is wiping off his mouth reflectively.
BORIS
(to himself)
Gods...what have I done?
CUT TO:
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