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Why not?
Why not?
Gawd...you're...beautiful...
You're not a woman.
Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman.
My stepfather's going to tear you apart.
I do what I'm told.
Too bad you're not more like your father.
You're a fool. Now put her back.
I'm not going to let this baby die.
Why did you say that?
Say what?
I love you.
Because it's true.
I don't believe you.
Sorsha.
Madmartigan.
We'll probably die here, Sorsha.
I have no family.
Sir! I have to talk to you.
Not today, Willow.
It's a matter of great importance to me!
Earlier today you tried to tell me something, Willow.
My family found this baby in the river, High Aldwin.
Now, you know where you're going? Down there, through those trees, follow the river. You'll know the crossroads by a big daikini struc ture. Willow, this is serious business. Don't waste any time, the outer world is no place for a Nelwyn. Give the baby to the first daikini you see, then hurry home as fast as you can.
If I'm not strong enough to be your apprentice, how can I do this?
You're strong enough. But you're going to need courage, Willow.
I don't want courage. I don't want to be a warrior. All I've ever wanted was to do magic, real magic, like you!
Real magic, Willow, is simply the art of controlling the reality of others. You lack faith in your self. You must learn to trust your intuition.
Go in the direction the bird is flying.
Oh, if I could do that I'dI'd turn Burglekutt into a toad!
Waste magic on revenge? You have much to learn, Willow...
Willow Ufgood.
Yes...?
I hope you are comfortable here, inside my kingdom...
You mean, you know who this baby belongs to?
She belongs to all of us. She is the future queen and ruler of all kingdoms on earth.
No, Willow. Your journey has just begun. It has been foretold that this child shall bring about the downfall of Queen Bavmorda, whose evil powers have darkened our world. Upon you depends this princess's life.
Me?
You are the guardian, Willow. You must take her to Tir Asleen.
What is Tir Asleen?
The way has been lost in time. But there is one person, a druid sor ceress, who might guide you there. She was exiled by Queen Bavmorda many years ago. Her name is Fin Raziel.
You need a warrior for this job. I'm nobody.
You are very important, Willow.
No I'm not. Have you really looked at me? I'm short! Even for a Nelwyn!
Why can't you do it? You have mag ical powers.
My prsence cannot extend beyond this forest. But I can give you these...
They look like acorns.
Anything you hurl them at will turn to stone.
We're going into battle, little one. Find a woman to take care of it.
He thought you were a woman, Airk!
Madmartigan! What did you do this time?
Nothing you wouldn't have done it my place!
I always knew you'd end up in a crow's cage.
Least I'm not down there herding sheep!
Airk! Come on, Airk. Lemme outa here.
Hey, remember? You don't need my help, Madmartigan. Little rabbit trap like this? Come on! I could open it for you, but I wouldn't wanna insult you!
Gimme a sword, Airk. I'll win your war for you.
You left me to die, friend.
You managed alright.
Is this what's left of your army?
It's you they're after, Madmarti gan. What did you do this time?
They're not after me. They want the baby.
You gonna be a hero, Madmartigan? I've lost half my men fighting Kael, and Bavmorda, and the Nock maar army. Now you and this Peck, and that magpie up in the rafters, are gonna take 'em on alone?
Then come with us.
You're chasing a dream.
Just get me some horses.
Out for a little ride in the coun try, Airk?
Thought you might get lonely, Mad martigan!
Thank you, friend.
Let's go.
Well?
They're coming.
When are they coming?
They're rounding up a posse. Figure an hour?
In an hour they're gone!
Hey...!
You're not going to use it, are you?
Well, come on, that's half a dozen armed men...
Right.
Dr. Pemberton?
Yes!
Gotta get the Doctor someplace safe.
Who were they? What do they want with me?
We'll explain on the way.
I only met him once, but that was enough. For such a little man he had quite an oversized opinion of himself. He offered me the "rare and unparalleled opportunity" to develop a new steam engine for him. He claims to have some sort of factory in Texas, I believe. Said I could have the run of the place. He had all sorts of specifications. But when I questioned him closely, it became obvious he was just another mercenary businessman. Both he and his partner had no real love of steam. It's sad. So few men do.
Who was this partner of his?
A Southern gentlemen. I don't recall his name. I suppose it's unkind of me to say it, but he had the most disconcerting glass eye.
A glass eye? That's who it was! OneEyed Jack Garrison. Otherwise known as General Garrison, Confederate Third Army. I saw him at Dr. Loveless' party, but I couldn't place him. He used to wear an eyepatch.
Are you all right?
For the moment. But I fear not for long. I'm of no use to him now.
He... he's planning to kill us, isn't he?
He's just full of plans that aren't gonna work out.
This is something.
It's a smelting retort.
Now it's a bomb.
It is?
I beg your pardon?
You don't know what he's built?! Surely you don't think he kidnapped all those geniuses to have them make something as rudimentary as this.
I admire a man with a sense of humor.

Why not?

Gawd...you're...beautiful...

You're not a woman.

Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman.

My stepfather's going to tear you apart.

I do what I'm told.

Too bad you're not more like your father.

You're a fool. Now put her back.

I'm not going to let this baby die.

Why did you say that?

Say what?

I love you.

Because it's true.

I don't believe you.

Sorsha.

Madmartigan.

We'll probably die here, Sorsha.

I have no family.

Sir! I have to talk to you.

Not today, Willow.

It's a matter of great importance to me!

Earlier today you tried to tell me something, Willow.

My family found this baby in the river, High Aldwin.

Now, you know where you're going? Down there, through those trees, follow the river. You'll know the crossroads by a big daikini struc ture. Willow, this is serious business. Don't waste any time, the outer world is no place for a Nelwyn. Give the baby to the first daikini you see, then hurry home as fast as you can.

If I'm not strong enough to be your apprentice, how can I do this?

You're strong enough. But you're going to need courage, Willow.

I don't want courage. I don't want to be a warrior. All I've ever wanted was to do magic, real magic, like you!

Real magic, Willow, is simply the art of controlling the reality of others. You lack faith in your self. You must learn to trust your intuition.

Go in the direction the bird is flying.

Oh, if I could do that I'dI'd turn Burglekutt into a toad!

Waste magic on revenge? You have much to learn, Willow...

Willow Ufgood.

Yes...?

I hope you are comfortable here, inside my kingdom...

You mean, you know who this baby belongs to?

She belongs to all of us. She is the future queen and ruler of all kingdoms on earth.

No, Willow. Your journey has just begun. It has been foretold that this child shall bring about the downfall of Queen Bavmorda, whose evil powers have darkened our world. Upon you depends this princess's life.

Me?

You are the guardian, Willow. You must take her to Tir Asleen.

What is Tir Asleen?

The way has been lost in time. But there is one person, a druid sor ceress, who might guide you there. She was exiled by Queen Bavmorda many years ago. Her name is Fin Raziel.

You need a warrior for this job. I'm nobody.

You are very important, Willow.

No I'm not. Have you really looked at me? I'm short! Even for a Nelwyn!

Why can't you do it? You have mag ical powers.

My prsence cannot extend beyond this forest. But I can give you these...

They look like acorns.

Anything you hurl them at will turn to stone.

We're going into battle, little one. Find a woman to take care of it.

He thought you were a woman, Airk!

Madmartigan! What did you do this time?

Nothing you wouldn't have done it my place!

I always knew you'd end up in a crow's cage.

Least I'm not down there herding sheep!

Airk! Come on, Airk. Lemme outa here.

Hey, remember? You don't need my help, Madmartigan. Little rabbit trap like this? Come on! I could open it for you, but I wouldn't wanna insult you!

Gimme a sword, Airk. I'll win your war for you.

You left me to die, friend.

You managed alright.

Is this what's left of your army?

It's you they're after, Madmarti gan. What did you do this time?

They're not after me. They want the baby.

You gonna be a hero, Madmartigan? I've lost half my men fighting Kael, and Bavmorda, and the Nock maar army. Now you and this Peck, and that magpie up in the rafters, are gonna take 'em on alone?

Then come with us.

You're chasing a dream.

Just get me some horses.

Out for a little ride in the coun try, Airk?

Thought you might get lonely, Mad martigan!

Thank you, friend.

Let's go.

Well?

They're coming.

When are they coming?

They're rounding up a posse. Figure an hour?

In an hour they're gone!

Hey...!

You're not going to use it, are you?

Well, come on, that's half a dozen armed men...

Right.

Dr. Pemberton?

Yes!

Gotta get the Doctor someplace safe.

Who were they? What do they want with me?

We'll explain on the way.

I only met him once, but that was enough. For such a little man he had quite an oversized opinion of himself. He offered me the "rare and unparalleled opportunity" to develop a new steam engine for him. He claims to have some sort of factory in Texas, I believe. Said I could have the run of the place. He had all sorts of specifications. But when I questioned him closely, it became obvious he was just another mercenary businessman. Both he and his partner had no real love of steam. It's sad. So few men do.

Who was this partner of his?

A Southern gentlemen. I don't recall his name. I suppose it's unkind of me to say it, but he had the most disconcerting glass eye.

A glass eye? That's who it was! OneEyed Jack Garrison. Otherwise known as General Garrison, Confederate Third Army. I saw him at Dr. Loveless' party, but I couldn't place him. He used to wear an eyepatch.

Are you all right?

For the moment. But I fear not for long. I'm of no use to him now.

He... he's planning to kill us, isn't he?

He's just full of plans that aren't gonna work out.

This is something.

It's a smelting retort.

Now it's a bomb.

It is?

I beg your pardon?

You don't know what he's built?! Surely you don't think he kidnapped all those geniuses to have them make something as rudimentary as this.

I admire a man with a sense of humor.