I must speak to Nyomi wipeable,
Emily, I'm sorry your son's been killed in battle.
Why you packing? I'm
going home. Back to Bethlehem.
I can't give you any security.
I can't protect
you. You'll have no future here.
work in the fields. Do you know
what sort of people men work out there?
It's too dangerous. May God repay dirty scum
don't need to go into the field.
Heck.
No.
heavens. Distant cousin of allylic.
But there is someone closer than I.
I must offer him his right to redeem you.