While the wicked King Daemon presses Lewis for more information, Mila races to protect her friend Dimfna. Can Mila warn her in time, or will Daemon find Dimfna first? King Daemon had tracked Dimfna to Giel. There he was, in my father's inn. I knew that... Wait, he found her? He can't find Dimfna. You said Eryo was too far. I thought you already knew that Dimfna was martyred. Didn't you say you were a pilgrim? I only know that miracles have happened at Dimfna's tomb. I see. That's why I'm here. I need a miracle. We all need a miracle. I don't want to hear anymore. This is a horrible story. Please, Genevieve. No. It's a sad story, but... I don't like sad stories. She was martyred, and now she's our friend from heaven. You can tell me the rest of the story. Only leave out the martyring part. I will. I wasn't there for that part anyway. I stayed very still in the doorway, hoping he wouldn't notice me. I'm praying my father wouldn't tell him Dimfna was here in our inn. Have you had any other visitors from Eryo? Some. Some? Don't tell him, father. Listen, innkeeper. Lewis. Lewis. And you are? Damon, over a king of Argyala. Excellent. I'm happy for you. I see you aren't the friendly type, Lewis. Not quick to strike up a new acquaintance. I've been in my line of business for a long time. Experienced? Ah, I see. But experience must have taught you about gold, Lewis. Gold talks when mouths refuse. It points the way when eyes fail. It leaves a trail for others to follow. I've followed a long trail of gold to your doorstep. Don't these look familiar? Maybe you have some of these in your own money bag. I'm a recent guest, perhaps? He is crazy. My money is my business. Do you want a room? I have to get Dimfna out of here. I want a room? Yes. And Dale. I have some information about the town. Certainly. Who's that? Mila, go upstairs and make a room ready. Yes, father. I said, who is that? My daughter. She always skittering around like a scared mouse. Will you be taking your meals here? Are you ashamed of your daughter? My daughter is of no concern to you, or our business transaction. Fine. Fine. I'll leave another room or two. I brought some men with me. They're waiting outside. I have one room left. That'll do. That'll do. Dimfna, it's me. It's me, Mila. Dimfna opens the door. I'm coming in. She's gone. Dimfna's gone. She must have gone to the church. Elsa said, yes, she's in the rectory. I have to warn her. I got to get out of here. Do you often have strangers in Giel? No. I see. I see. You're just far enough from the North Sea to inland for much traffic, eh? I guess so. You there. What's your name, girl? Mila. Oh, they're yours. Yes. Maybe she can answer my questions. Have you seen a girl your age around here? Looks like me. Where's a cloak with an intricate Gaelic brooch? She's not much for talking. Oh? Why? She seems perfectly healthy to me. Are you sick? No. Come on over for a little chat, then, eh? No. Thank you. I have to go. Oh, God. Let me get to Dimfna. Trip him up or make him blind like St. Paul or something. Help me, please. After that, girl. Follow her. What girl? Didn't you see where she went up? All of you. Finding Keeper's daughter. Almost there. Almost. Pops me another apple. Where are you juggling for? I've seen him juggle six. I juggled seven once. I don't believe it. Don't try it. We'll end up with spilled soup and bruised apples. Mila, I'm so glad you came. Me, too. I need help setting the table. He's here. What? King Daemon is at the inn. No. How? I went to the harbor. Does he know where Dimfna is? No. My father wouldn't tell him anything. I don't know why he doesn't know he means trouble for Dimfna. But my father could tell he wasn't trustworthy right away. Wouldn't say a thing. Oh, thank God. He... He knows she's here? Yes. How did he track us this far? It's unbelievable. He tracked the gold coins you used. He called it a trail of gold. We should have known better. All will be well. Dimfna. Not always in this life, but in the next. We have to go. I know a place you can hide. Lead the way, Mila. Oh, storm coming. Good. It'll cover our tracks. This is it. Hiding the caves. I... I don't think you'll look here. Thank you, Mila. Coleman. I think you and Maeve should go. What? Damon is searching for Dimfna and me. Not you. He knows we left, would you? I won't leave Dimfna. He won't find Dimfna. He might. I'm not afraid, Coleman. Hush, Maeve, don't cry. Dimfna. Mila. Smile for me. I am not afraid. I promise. I can't believe it. Trail of gold. I'm on the real trail of gold, Coleman. It leads right to heaven. I might get there today. Don't say that. Come. Kiss me and go. No tears, Maeve. Mila, come here. Thank you. I tried my best. I hope... I pray he... You're a wonderful friend, Mila. You'll come back when he's gone. You'll come back to the inn and... I'll always be your friend. No matter what. God protect us. I love you. I love you too. Now go. Go back to the inn. Are you sure? Yes, go before the storm breaks. Watch your step, my love. I'm not totally fine. Come on. I'm so afraid, Cornish. Mila? In here, sweeping. You disappeared when that gay-like stranger came in. Sorry. I didn't like that man. No. Were... Were you frightened? Is that why you ran away? I... Sorry. It's all right. Come. Help me set for dinner. Here, wipe this plate dry. They won't be coming. What's that? I saw them in town. They... They don't need dinner tonight. Mila, what's wrong? I... I... What's wrong with you tonight? Dropping your broom and now you break a plate? You're back to your silent two-word self too. God, please keep him away from the cave. Please. We lost her. What sort of a man are you if a sip of a girl can get away from you so easily? We searched everywhere. No. Not yet. Where else do you suggest? Those caves. Hi, this is Peter Atkinson, founder of The Mary Beggars. Tune in to episode five, Lillie of Eiru, to hear the final episode of Saint Dimfna. Listen to all the episodes and discover new shows at thesaintspodcast.com.
