I know Gwen. She's my maidservant, not an enchantress.
Have you ever seen an enchantress? Believe me, they bear no sign, no mark. There is no sense of the evil in their eye.
I've seen the way the girl works. Her fingers are worn, her nails are broken. If she was a sorceress, why would she do this?
Why would she kneel on a cold stone floor, morning after morning, when she could make these things happen with a snap of her fingers? Like an idle king.
You have no right!
You have a right to cast a judgement on that...
I have a responsibility to take care of this kingdom. I take no pleasure in this.
You're sentencing the wrong person.
She's right, father. You hear the word 'magic', you no longer listening.
You saw it for yourself she used enchantments.
Yes, maybe. But to save her dying father, that doesn't make it guilty of creating a plague.
One's the act of a kind of love, the other of evil. I don't believe evil is in this girl's heart.
I have witnessed what witchcraft can do. I've suffered at its hand. I cannot take that chance.
There is a slightest doubt about this girl, she must die or the whole kingdom may perish. I understand that.
One day you may become king. Then you will understand. Such decisions must be made.
There are dark forces that threaten this kingdom.
I know. Witchcraft is an evil, Father. So is injustice.