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Suetonius Paulinus,

Commander of the 14th Gemina and the 20th Valeria Victrix!

As Praefectus Castrorum in charge,

what did you have your men do?

I advanced in triplex formation, cohorts One to Four.

Three and Five in support. Auxiliary cavalry on flank.

And...

What did these cult leaders of Mona do

when they beheld your invasion forces?

Chanting as if in some sort of trance.

Even when facing the 14th Gemina Legion,

these experienced Celt fighting men... kneeled?

Trusting that their religious leaders

would offer them salvation against your sword.

Yes. It appears that way, Dominus.

You slaughtered them?

As is my duty to Rome.

The Celt Cucullus believe in the Furies,

women warriors that symbolize vengeance and rebirth.

They believe that a woman warrior

will somehow be their salvation

and end the Roman occupation of Britannia.

They must not... find their savior.

As Augustus, I've issued a strict decree,

forbidding women from holding a position of influence,

martial, judicial, or otherwise.

We don't need another woman like my mother.

This decree must be upheld verbatim.

And under threat of severe punishment.

Especially in the tribes of the island Britannia.

Your Majesty.

- Uh!

You scared me.

So help me, I love you more with each day that passes.

I know you have made me the luckiest man alive.

And you, my king,

have made me the proudest mother, wife, and queen.

Let me take you, right now.

- Like old times.

Mind's groggy...

Neither asleep...

nor awake.

Mmm... You're definitely awake.

Whatever we do this morning,

my noble, brave, and oh-so-worthy

king of the Iceni,

we do it for an audience of, uh,

several servants...

A half dozen guards, and...

Two curious little girls.

They're awake, aren't they?

- Yeah.

Good day my king.

May I join you for breakfast?

You and the entire fort, dear Ciaran!

C'mon. Make yourself at home.

I traveled through the night

And I'm hungry.

Hungry. He's hungry!

I'm hungry!

I'm gonna eat your bones! Arrrgh!

How goes it in Camulos?

We welcomed a new procurator.

Catus Decianus.

Should I be concerned?

He's a Roman.

Spoiled by Africa, and he hates it here.

He'll transfer home at the first sign of insurrection.

Let's hope.

Sorry, Ciaran.

My offspring have the savage blood of the Ancients

running through their veins.

Like their mother.

Your "offspring"...

is the daughter of a king.

A very intelligent and quick-witted daughter,

who will serve as a great queen one day.

Mornin'.

Ah! Latin study, girls!

Good morning, girls. Are we ready for class?

Yes... Hey!

Little savages.

We earn money to pay a Roman tutor

to teach our daughters the language of our occupier,

so they might understand how to navigate a future...

A future where their father's rule

will be a distant memory of an old colony.

Well, we must change,

if we don't want to be left alone in the cold like...

Barbarian Brigantes.

Well, I love my barbarian wife.

You have king-like things to discuss with brave Ciaran,

my love, and I have a cosmetics session.

And then I'm taking the girls to the market.

We'll come find you.

Promise me you always will.

I promise.

Sit down. Come on.

Eat this. No waste in here.

We import fashionable cosmetics

from Germania, Gaul, and fabled Serica.

Some are so expensive and rare,

the Emperor himself chokes when he pays for his wife's bill.

Excess hair is not considered fashionable at all this season.

Rouge for the cheeks,

red ocher, imported from Belgium

and ground against mortar stone into the finest powder.

The color of your tunic is so beautiful.

Where did you find it?

From the Oppida,

outside of Roman security lines.

It was cheap there.

Should we go?

Oh, excuse me.

We're looking for the Oppida.

Down there.

Thank you.

What?

What's the matter with you?

We should not go there.

This is not a place for you.

We're safe,

the Romans are everywhere!

Look what they do to thieves.

These are not criminals, they're Christians.

Oh.

Christians don't mix well

with other religions, so the Romans crucify them.

We should go back.

I'll buy a bolt of that material,

then we can hurry back. All right?

Come on.

Ah, yes. What other colors do you have?

Nodens, god of dogs and hunting,

forbidden by Emperor Claudius.

Nodens is not one of the divine personifications

in the Imperial Cult.

The gods only granted man

the gifts of intelligence, virtue, and fidelity.

Some fresh fruit?

If the Imperial Cult was so virtuous,

why did they murder all the Druids?

Hey! Change the subject please.

Look, Trinovante warriors.

Boudica.

Stop that talk!

This is Boudica.

Why are they kneeling?

And what does Boudica mean?

She was a Trinovante queen.

Mother's an Iceni queen?

Your mother's a Trinovante

who became an Iceni queen.

To these people, that marks her

more powerful than the Roman Emperor.

She's like a god to them!

Did your slave just speak ill of the Emperor?

She meant nothing by it.

She's a servant, not a slave.

Are you something special to these joke barbarians?

Vagrants who get fat on Roman tributes.

It appears you know more than I, sir.

I don't know who they are.

Come along, children.

Your slave made a disparaging remark

about the Emperor.

I'm sorry.

A queen can afford some wine.

Or the Roman auxiliary

can hear about your slave's rebellious nature.

You've really gone too far now!

We have to find your father!

You're not going anywhere! Find a legionarius!

Aaargh!

Go!

Do you want to know what I did today?

I stood in front of a room full of centurions

and had to swear that my wife

was a civil and gentle soul.

A wonderful mother,

who just simply loves to weave.

I said and did nothing to provoke them.

I promise.

I negotiated and bargained more today,

and with more passion, than I've had to do in years.

It was really quite thrilling.

However...

I do not wish to do it again,

so we will send servants into town

next time you want something special.

Like a blue robe.

At least for the next year or so.

Tell me, what does it mean?

Boudica...

Mm-hm?

She was a Trinovante legend

before the time of the Druids.

A fierce goddess.

A proud warrior people that were too...

stubborn to negotiate.

And some believe she will come again,

to free us from the Romans.

Why me?

My love.

You and I were married when we were young.

You have a proud lineage.

There's barbarian blood

that drives your heart,

and they can see that.

It's impossible to hide it from those people.

Because they look at you and they see

what you have achieved with your life.

It incites them.

Fills them full of hope.

Is that a bad thing?

It might scare the Romans is all that I am saying.

So I wish for you to stay here and avoid town and barbarians,

at least for a few weeks.

Of course.

Of course.

You're gonna have to keep me prisoner.

Mmm.

Ugh! Savages!

You monsters! Aah!

Don't kill me! Ha ha ha!

Where's the honey mead you promised me, then?

Then you wanted to wash away the taste

of that shitty Roman wine you've been drinking?

If it gets me drunk, I'll drink it.

So, finally, I've found my three most fierce warriors!

How are you boys intimidated by our skill?

Ugh!

Get him!

Oh, gotcha!

Raargh, that's what you get for fighting a king!

I'll be back at the Crannog, my liege.

You can take my wild daughters with you.

- I want to speak with my queen. - This way.

What's the matter with him?

When a man fights in a war

and loses his family, his home.

Ends up with nothing...

Laughter and the sword cease to go hand in hand.

Hm. Well, you should've seen

the way that woman used her sword.

She was... she was so impressive.

She attacked...

...without hesitation.

I'm not sure I want my daughters

to be Trinovante Brigante, though.

Fighting. Never trusting anyone.

None of them live very long lives.

To be able to defend oneself...

Hm!

Cannot be a bad thing.

You...

You clearly have Trinovante blood in your veins.

Use that ferocity in a thoughtful way.

Not in a bloodthirsty one.

Mm-hmm.

Use it to be the best queen possible.

Ha!

Come get me!

If you want to be a warrior

a Trinovante warrior.

- Mmm.

Then let's go home.

Because I have something to give you.

It's not really a gift from me.

It's part of the dowry given by your father,

when I asked for your hand in marriage.

At the time I didn't really know what to do with it,

but recent events have proven...

It may well be possible to leave your origins behind

but I think your origins will never leave you.

Hmm.

What is it, father?

Protected for centuries by the ancient Druids,

the Queen of the Furies...

Boudica.

Thank you, Father. My king.

It is said that the ancient smiths

used forgotten magic from the mountain mists

to forge blades like this.

If you look closely,

you'll see how the color changes

with the flickering fire.

As if the God spell of the Earth itself

is woven within its bronze.

I love it.

Perhaps we rest the blade for now.

Mother!

What are you staring at?

I don't know.

A premonition, perhaps.

Good things, I hope?

The Romans are here!

Legions, attention!

Make way for our most esteemed procurator,

Catus Decianus!

Legion! Outward!

My lord, this day the Iceni welcomed you here.

To our lands.

Today, we pay tribute to the Empire.

Come. Go with us inside.

...Iurat capillos esse,

quos emit, suos.

numquid illa,

Paule, peierat?

Well done! They pleased you, no?

Dare I presume to ask whether they have Roman tutors?

They do.

I knew it! I told you, Maximus,

I told you that they had Roman tutors for their children.

When I was in Africa,

I witnessed a dancing monkey

that had been taught by a Roman tutor.

They really are the best in the world.

They can teach anybody

the basics of culture.

Even these barbarian children.

How long do you intend to grace us with your presence, my lord?

A year.

Maybe two.

We'll leave in the morning.

You need only feed my small entourage

from your supplies for tonight,

and, uh, my pay convoy

on the ides of each third month,

en route to Fallbrook Forest.

Don't worry, my brittunculi friend.

We haven't come to clean you out.

Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you wish.

It is an honor to host you.

So, tell me, Prasutagus...

You built this fort yourself?

No, it is a holding handed down within my family.

I have merely improved upon it, and...

will continue to maintain it for our next generation.

Then your family stole it from someone.

Bought it, traded, or won it.

- My ancestors had a reputation

for avoiding violence when necessary.

And I try to uphold the same tradition.

My king is the personification

of the civilization in this land.

Solid, bed-rock foundation!

Arable land that you till

and keep fertile with manure of the beasts that graze here.

And, uh, soil that does not hold damp,

with the elevation water run-off

and down-hill mitigation.

And the view? Well, unimpeded from all sides.

I warrant that on a clear day

you can see all the way to the Watling road.

You are correct.

It's no wonder that this fort

has been so sought-after this last millennium.

My British king.

We serve you well here, Lord.

Yes.

Yes indeed, you do.

We're going to have to be very well-behaved Britons.

This officious bastard could royally fuck us if he chooses.

We have to be smart about this.

We make ourselves indispensable.

You are-- Right. Of course.

Now, ready the guards to leave.

We'll run raiding parties for a few days.

Round up any bandits, cattle thieves, undesirables,

and we'll send those to Catus Decianus as a tribute.

Knowing these lands are dangerous

might temper his desires to settle here.

You're a wise man, my lord.

I'll ride with the party.

Exercise will do me good.

I have such a thirst for you, woman!

A dryness in my soul that only you can quench.

Mother, Father!

Oh, school is over?

Yes.

I need to take a good look at you.

Now you need to promise me

that you will always stay by your mother's side.

Promise?

Promise.

All three of you, stay warm.

I promise.

And I need you to know that I love you.

And I always will.

I love you too.

The men are back! Close the gate!

Aaargh!

Long live the Queen of the Iceni.

All hail Caesar Augustus Nero!

Hail, Catus Decianus.

Please join us.

I shall not stay...

I feel my presence

weighs heavily on the mood of the locals.

You read too much into simple curiosity.

Did you receive my tribute?

Yes. I did.

And I thank you.

You have bequeathed

half of your holdings and lands to me.

'Tis a most generous acquiescence.

I'm glad his lordship is satisfied.

Oh, I have not said that.

As a woman, Rome cannot

and will not recognize you as queen.

No female is recognized as worthy

of any position of governing power.

To do so is a rebuke against Rome,

Senate, and Empire!

And a personal indignity to the Emperor.

To try and bribe me

into turning a blind eye to this wanton ridicule,

this perversion of our laws,

is a crime!

One that begs to be punished to the full.

I don't understand you.

Well then let me make it simple

for your barbarian brain to ingest...

I shall not be taking half of your holdings and lands.

I shall take all of your kingdom.

And you will be flogged.

A fate shared by your children,

while you watch.

Oh, you look to Ciaran!

The man who told me where you husband would be

the day he was killed.

Roman gold will make a convert of the weak and covetous.

Stand... down!

No, please!

Appointed by the Empire,

bequeathed by the Emperor himself,

my word is law

as if spoken by Nero!

Henceforth, all land and properties

owned by Prasutagus of Iceni

are mine!

Hail Nero.

Aaaaah!

Don't you dare touch her!

Noooo! Aaaaah!

This was a gift from Nero.

One holds it into fire

then pushes it onto the face

of any misbehaving slave, thus branding them his property.

N. R.

Nero Rex Dramus.

A-Although, in your case,

the N. R. could stand for

Nec Regina.

Queen no more.

Any disruptive brittunculi

looking to you

will see this mark, laugh,

and be reminded of your falsehood.

Ohhh...

The illicit smell of burning flesh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Quiet. You must come with us.

Do not die here.

We have to keep moving.

Mmm... Girls?

Girls?

Where are my daughters?

Where are my daughters?

Shhh.

Were they hurt?

Where are my daughters?

Woah, woah, woah.

Ugh! Oh, I forgot.

Ohhh.

I can't understand what happened.

You must bring them.

You must bring them, I...

I want to hug them.

- Where are my children?

We... are your children, Boudica.

I need to see my girls.

- There you are, Mother! - Mother, darling!

Oh! Babies!

My babies!

I'm so sorry!

I'm so, so sorry.

I couldn't protect you.

You know... I fought so hard.

I tried everything.

It's all right, Mother.

We're here with you now.

For your mouth.

- What? - For teeth.

She says a warrior must be able to bite.

She stole it from the mouth of a dead centurion.

Ohhh...

So happy.

You must eat.

She is a warrior. And a soothsayer.

She says that you are to be queen.

That your task is to kill the Romans.

We are here to help you, Mother.

My babies.

My babies!

You must eat.

What are you learning?

We learn how to use weapons.

Must a Trinovante woman fight?

A Trinovante woman can do anything.

Best of all, they fight.

Can I spend some time with you, my dears?

It feels like I've seen nothing of you.

Mmm...

- I'm sorry I've disturbed you. - You haven't.

Is there anything I can get for you, my queen?

I've got everything I need right now.

But thank you.

She's looked after you well.

She is our friend, Mother.

Where are her children?

The Romans killed her children.

She had daughters. Like us.

These people want you to be their queen.

They say you're chosen. It's an honor.

Oh no, I wasn't chosen.

I was double-crossed and betrayed,

and my people let this happen!

No, they mean that Catus chose you.

When he branded you.

No, this...

It's a mark of humiliation.

To the Trinovante, you have been anointed.

It is our duty to bring the tribes together.

To kill the Romans.

Do you remember what Catus ordered his men to do?

In front of your friends, your family?

Oh I do, I do. I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry.

You were the Queen of Iceni.

You still are the Queen of Iceni.

These people need you now more than ever.

You really have no choice.

Wait!

I'll show you.

Neck, under the arm.

Wrist.

Stomach will stop,

but it won't kill.

This is where most wear their armor thickest.

Neck, under the arm,

under the armor.

These'll be your targets.

Show me.

Good! Neck!

- Ooh! Wah! - Yes.

This is for you.

Where did you get this?

Catus gave it to a Roman.

I killed him.

And now it is yours again.

Don't cry, Mother.

We can't show weakness.

Bronze is the metal of the past.

It won't hold an edge.

Heavy and unwieldy.

More dangerous to its owner than its enemy.

Not this blade. Not to me.

Who's using my training area?

You're the Iceni queen that's come to save us, aren't you?

They call her Boudica.

- That's a bold name. - I did not choose it.

I see the brand on your face,

and I've, uh, seen what a cat-of-nine-tails

does to a man's back.

But how does that qualify you to lead the Trinovante?

Why should you be leader and not me?

I'm just Boudica.

I fought as an auxiliary for the Romans.

So I know how they train,

how they tool up, how they fight.

How they think.

Now I'm a deserter, marked for death.

As are all my men!

But I've returned...

to lead my people out of Roman bondage.

So you'd best step aside.

Is that what you're going to challenge the Romans with?

Bronze was good,

when that was all we had.

Iron...

That's the way of modern warfare.

May I?

By the gods,

it's ugly in the hand,

heavy, imbalanced.

There's no life to it.

That's why we don't use bronze anymore.

Let me do you a favor!

Huh!

What?

What? I did you a favor!

Where is she?

That blade was shit.

Any real warrior would know that.

There's strong currents in there.

Strong enough to hold a man down and drown him.

Now I feel responsible. Should I go in?

What's so interesting?

Maybe this sword chooses who it performs for.

How did you reshape the blade?

This is how I found it.

This should be interesting.

I was an archer in Armenia,

tracker for Galba in Spain,

swordsman for Rome.

In all of my years living by the sword

I've never seen anything like this before.

Our people asked the gods of the land

to provide us a leader,

and now they have!

Queen Boudica...

Kneel.

Accept me,

and my men, as your loyal servants.

I was happy being a collaborator,

and a wife.

Now...

those two girls are...

the only trace of the old me.

You think I can do this?

You're the only one who can.

Yeah.

Forged by Catuvellauni craftsmen...

before the time of the Trinovante

or the Iceni.

The symbol of your royalty...

stolen by the invaders from Rome and returned to you now.

Do you choose the royal torque, Boudica?

Put it on.

You must choose it. It's yours.

In the name of the four kings of Kent,

Queen Boudica!

Boudica!

I am Boudica. You are my people.

We are in a time of extreme peril.

We fight for our freedom!

Yes!

- We fight for our honor! - Yes!

The Romans fight for pay.

We know that the Romans are paid

on the ides of every third month.

In two days' time,

Catus Decianus will lead a pay convoy

from Londinium to Venonis and then to Eboracum.

That will lead him straight through Fallbrook Forest.

Where we shall ambush him.

Catus Decianus has a centurie of 80 men,

Batavian auxiliaries marching with him at all times,

along with mounted Equites and Galician mercenaries.

He will destroy any ambush you set. Any ambush.

It's a perfect setup.

The Romans have been plundering our gold for 20 years!

I think it's time to take it back.

Yes!

We must plan a war!

Wolfgar, if you're not behind me in Fallbrook Forest,

I will fight Catus alone.

But I will fight him.

You're as mad as a March hare.

No. I'm as clear-headed as I've ever been.

I need to know if you are with me.

Give me my sword.

Thank you.

Was I the only one who saw that?

Our world is... full of signs.

She must be the one.

You don't approve, huh?

Your silence speaks volumes.

You ask a lot of a simple people.

When opportunity presents itself,

we must seize it.

And Catus in the forest is an opportunity.

Did I do wrong?

You should not act so willfully.

They call me queen.

And then they question my plan.

It's OK. We'll do this on our own, girls.

Look behind you, Mother.

What they say about you cannot be more true.

We have chosen you as our queen.

Boudica!

Boudica! Boudica!

Step off the road, brittunculi.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

Halt!

Halt!

You, peasant...

You were dead.

I'm your queen.

Or has your ambition blinded you?

My queen.

I don't know how or why you're here,

but you must leave now.

I am queen,

and I'd like to speak to your regent,

Catus Decianus.

If you don't go now,

he will crucify you this time.

Send word.

The queen of the Iceni wishes to parlay.

If you don't tell him,

he'll have you whipped like me.

I guarantee you that.

Hm.

Take a good look!

If you live to have children,

they'll ask about me.

Where is this brittunculi queen

who would dare stop my cohort?

Well... Speak, she-dog.

I'm upset you don't recognize me, dear Catus,

or has time been so unkind to me?

She is clearly insane.

Remove and pillar her head

and don't stop us on such trivialities again!

I'm Queen Boudica of the Iceni and the Trinovante,

the Celts, the Saxons, of the northern Britons!

I am the wife of King Prasutagus.

And it will take a lot more than your blood

to cleanse the foulness you inflicted

on me and my daughters!

Catus Decianus.

Yeah. Come closer,

and have a good look at my face.

Something you remember?

Bou-di-ca.

Nec Regina!

Your scar has healed.

My men prefer to train with live targets!

Perhaps I shall grant them that privilege.

Now, my children.

What witchery is this?

He was hiding in the woods.

Aaah!

Hail, Queen Boudica!

You traitor!

You traitor! Traitor!

Traitor!

You were supposed to protect him.

Enough! It's over!

It's over.

We won the day. It's over.

We won the day.

Boudica, my queen. It's over.

It's not over until every Roman has gone.

My queen?

We ride for Camulos.

Governor Paulinus is still biding his time in Rome.

The last I've heard,

his Gemina Legion was mopping up Druids

in Anglesey, so... The timing is perfect.

It will need a blessing from the Druid council.

You'll see to it.

You're serious.

And I suspect a little mental.

My queen.

But war favors the possessed.

Where are you going?

I reckon I'm going to the Druid council

to try to find a reason for a...

Celtic Trinovante invasion of Camulos.

You are indeed.

Yeah.

When you drink from the skull of Catus Decianus,

your victory is complete.

It's a tradition.

There has of late been a succession of ill omens

for the Roman occupation force.

Where they predict misfortune for Nero,

they promise fortune for Brittania.

and her queen...

Boudica.

The council supports your cause.

Us. They support us.

There's nothing we cannot achieve.

You're staring at me.

You have your hand on my knee.

Oh.

Twenty years of killing enemies

and chasing their wives.

Forgive me, my queen.

You're forgiven.

But if you ever touch me like that again,

I'll kill you before your little man

has had a chance to raise himself.

By god, woman,

if I didn't already have two wives...

You have a way with words, Wolfgar.

No one would judge us.

Two warrior leaders, a man and a woman,

forged together like charcoal and iron

to become steel in the furnace of war.

I am the wife of King Prasutagus.

Please leave.

You've come far, Queen Boudica.

Life is impermanent.

Transitory.

We all die. You. Your daughters.

What do my daughters have to do with this?

They're in your mind, as you survived.

They did not.

No. They're here.

Like snowflakes in the air.

So beautiful to watch.

Snatch one in your hand.

And when you look...

It will be gone.

Like goosebumps, the first breath of winter.

They will always be with you, Boudica.

As spirits.

Love what you can.

Never forget what it is that you love.

As it defines you.

I want to die.

You will.

But first, you must lead your army again.

The Druid council have sanctioned your ride to Camulos.

What if I refuse?

You're free to do as you wish.

There are no rules in this world.

Except what death has put there.

Queen. You must rest.

Tell me...

Do you see them?

Do you see my daughters?

They're... good girls.

They behave well.

They've been waiting for you.

No, I asked, do you see them?

See them?

We see them in our hearts, Queen.

You need to wake up, Mother.

If you attack Camulos, the Romans will come after you.

They will send archers to destroy you.

I will kill whoever they send.

And find where they live and kill their families.

You must do it, Mother.

For us. For Father.

This would not have happened,

had I not chosen to be queen.

It was never your choice, Mother.

But if I wasn't a queen, we would still be together.

You look so real.

I can feel you.

I can smell you.

But I know you're not.

We are here with you, Mother.

You must get ready. It's time.

The Romans murdered men, women, and children

when they occupied the town of Camulos.

They made it a retirement settlement

for the senior centurions.

Do you want to forgive and forget?

We go home, live another day?

Fuck them.

Hail. That's my queen.

Go!

You'll make a handsome centurion,

Ivan.

You know I don't like that shit!

Boudica.

We met them on their ground.

He was a man ahead of his time!

Boudica!

Beautiful retribution.

It's not over. But it's a start.

Why aren't they celebrating?

To bear pain. Tribute to the victory.

To whom?

Marco.

By cutting your mark into their cheek,

they pay tribute to you, my queen.

Roman soldiers have their stigma,

now your men have theirs.

What?

Do they know what it means?

Who gives a shit?

They can't read Latin.

Or any other language, for that matter.

But what matters is that it's your mark.

They're your army now.

What are you doing?

The Romans take pride in their unit formations,

and my men take great pleasure

in relieving the silks from the defeated.

These are the units you've crushed.

The spoils of war, my queen.

It's not nearly enough.

Boudica!

Hold the line! Hold the line! Don't break!

Charge!

Hold the line!

The rioting is getting closer.

It's dangerous for you to be here.

Why do my people protest?

The war in Europe was costly.

Your people need a victory.

It's not my fault.

It's the fault of that awful woman.

They were your laws!

Your orders that caused the insurrection.

And now Boudica and her army seem unstoppable.

My dear Paulinus...

I'm a musician, not a warrior...

Rome has forsaken me.

Come with us.

How will I defend myself?

We're not here to do you harm.

I have... only to appear and sing

to have peace once more

- in Gaul. - No!

Then I shall give Rome the victory that you could not.

Prepare the troops to move.

We sail in the morning.

They are sending reinforcements that we cannot defeat.

Our army needs to recuperate.

We will return in the spring with more men from the north

to bolster your ranks.

What should my men think of you leaving?

You should send them home as well.

Because now the time has come to retreat.

I cannot lose, you know that!

Why not finish what we started?

You could become stronger than any Briton king before you.

I don't ask my men to fight in the winter.

Your men should not either.

When your men wake to learn that he has left them,

it will cause upset.

He loves you, but you have rejected him.

So he leaves.

Lay down with him.

He will stay.

He would be king, you could be queen.

Together, you would defy fate and destroy Rome's armies.

I can love only one man.

What do your daughters say?

It is our swiftness that destroyed the Romans.

Move decisively and we can end this occupation.

But it will be without me.

You'll be sending exhausted men to slaughter.

I can order you to stay.

Or...

have you killed.

You could.

But you won't.

Be sure to take everything.

Don't leave anything behind.

I cast no judgment.

We will see each other again in the Earrach.

When the snow has melted.

You're the empress of the land...

the sky...

the moon.

But you will always be...

my queen.

Get yourselves ready!

I want us moving by sunlight.

Who did they send against me?

As we speak,

the great General Gaius Paulinus

marches on his way to Watling Street to meet you.

Then...

We will welcome him.

We'll use their overconfidence to divide them.

But these are not soldiers that come to offer battle.

They're amateurs.

And we, gentlemen, are professionals.

Eyes held high in pride

are less able to see the uneven ground ahead.

Boudica! Boudica!

Boudica! Kill them all!

Boudica! Kill them all!

I do not come...

I do not come to boast of a great ancestry,

nor to recover my kingdom.

I'm here to assert the cause of liberty!

Yes!

From the pride and arrogance of the Romans,

nothing is sacred!

The vindictive gods are now at hand.

Look around!

See your brothers and sisters!

And view our numbers.

Behold how our tribes come together

to draw the avenging sword.

On this spot...

- We must conquer! - Yes!

Or die with glory.

There is no alternative!

Boudica! Kill them all!

Attack!

Aaaaaaah!

Infantry, split the line!

Auxiliary...

Hold...

Hold!

Check your bearing!

Archers, forward!

Archers...

pull!

Turn the chariot over!

Turn it over!

Draw...

Draw... Loose!

Fire!

Fire!

Keep it coming, let's go. Lay into them. Wipe them out!

Ask your daughters for help, Boudica. Now!

Girls!

Are you going to help us?

The time for fighting is over, Mother.

Then what?

It's time for you to join us.

What do they say?

After all we've been through, I do not want to die cowering.

I go where you go.

On my command.

On your word, my queen.

Let's go.

Boudica!

Aaaaah!

Boudica!

Boudica!

You are, and you always will be,

my queen!

No!

Time to be a wife and mother again.

To love and to cherish.

Today, your name in sacrifice

is more important than your victory in battle.

It's time to go, Mother.

Yaaaah!

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