do not go, my lord warwick. it is all over. the execution is not in our hands, my lord, but it is desirable that we witness the end. so by your leave... there is some doubt, my lord, that you english have observed the forms of law. i am told that there is some doubt whether your authority runs in this city, my lord. it is not in your diocese. however, if you will answer for that, i will answer for the rest. it is to god we both must answer. good morning, my lord. my lord, good morning. [clears throat] well, fellow, who are you? i am not addressed as fellow, my lord. i am the master executioner of rouen, a highly skilled mystery. i am come to tell your lordship that your orders have been obeyed. i crave your pardon, master executioner, and i will see that you lose nothing by having no relics to sell. i have your word, have i, that nothing remains, not a bone, not a nail, not a hair? her heart would not burn, but everything else that was left is at the bottom of the river. you've heard the last of her. hmph! the last of her, i won