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mistress is like new sheets.
Yes. A little bit stiff,
but washing's to come.
Why do you have her here?
37 years with the family.
Or so she tells me 60 times a day.
- Have some tea, Huw.
- You don't want me to go?
No. No, Huw.
I'm sorry for being nasty.
Please stay.
Huw. I tried to tell Mother, but...
Not for me to say.
Only the housekeeper I am.
37 years in the family,
and living to curse the day.
It will not surprise me any day to see
the old master rise from his grave.
'Tis only the gravestone
holding him down, I will swear.
Then what is it, Mrs Nicholas?
Divorce.
Divorce.
Saying nothing, I am.
But that is what is in her mind.
She is here without her husband, is it?
And why? It is because
she is in love with this preacher.
Preacher, I said. Mr Gruffydd, it is.
But Mr Gruffydd has not been near the house.
What difference is that, girl?
Get on with your work.
We will not say a word, Mrs Nicholas.
No.
You're a filthy liar!
- Let up!
- Let me at him!
Liar!
As the slag had spread over my valley,
so now a blackness spread
over the minds of its people.
For the first time in my memory,
our front door was shut tight in the daytime.
Dadda?
Well, Huw?
Trouble with the Philistines, is it?
Huw, what is it now? Look at your hands.
Evan John.
He... he said things
about Angharad and Mr Gruffydd.
Children too.
You were right, my son.
- I will be back for breakfast.
- You will not go to chapel?
No.
And if they do this thing,
I will never set foot
in the chapel again as long as I live.
I will have the sheets warm on your bed.
- There is an old beauty you are.
- Go and scratch, boy.
What is this about the chapel, Mother?
Tonight, after the service.
A deacons' meeting over Angharad.
Angharad? But she has done nothing.
Nothing is enough for people
who have minds like cesspools.
Huw, my little one.
I hope when you're grown,
their tongues will be slower to hurt.
- Will Angharad have to be at the meeting?
- No. None of us will be there.
But the disgrace will not stay away.
I will go, Mother.
This is the last time I will talk in this chapel.
I am leaving the valley with regret
toward those who have helped me here,
and who have let me help them.
But...
for the rest of you,
those of you who have only proved
that I have wasted my time among you,
I have only this to say.
There is not one among you
who has had the courage
to come to me and accuse me of wrongdoing.
And yet, by any standard,
if there has been a sin,
I am the one who
should be branded the sinner.
Will anyone raise his voice
here now to accuse me?
No.
You're cowards, too, as well as hypocrites.
But I don't blame you.
The fault is mine as much as yours.
The idle tongues,
the poverty of mind which you have shown,
mean that I have failed to reach most
of you with the lesson I was given to teach.
Huw?
I thought when I was a young man
that I would conquer the world, with truth.
I thought I would lead an army
greater than Alexander ever dreamed of.
Not to conquer nations,
but to liberate mankind.
- Yes, sir.
- With truth.
With the golden sound of the Word.
But only a few of them heard.
Only a few of you understood.
The rest of you
put on black and sat in chapel.
Why do you come here?
Why do you dress your hypocrisy in black
and parade before your God on Sunday?
From love? No. For you've shown
that your hearts are too withered
to receive the love of your divine Father.
I know why you've come.
I've seen it in your faces Sunday after
Sunday as I've stood here before you.
Fear has brought you here.
Horrible, superstitious fear.
Fear of divine retribution.
A bolt of fire from the skies,
the vengeance of the Lord,
and the justice of God.
But you have forgotten the love of Jesus.
You disregard his sacrifice.
Death. Fear.
Flames, horror, and black clothes.
Hold your meeting, then.
But know if you do this in the name
of God, and in the house of God,
you
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