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Mark of Cornwall.

He won�t be pleased to see us.

He�s a Celt.

And like us he cannot always have what pleases him.

Oh.

Oh.

Perhaps it was wrong for all of us to have come,

one of us should ride back and keep command of the camp.

My place is at the battle. Not at the hearth with the women and children.

It�s a long hard ride, even to reach the battle area.

I was making long hard rides before you were born.

Yes.

It�s this weather gets into my shoulder.

Well, are we going to stay here gossiping or are we going to see Mark? Come on!

This is the battle that decides.

Decides what?

I�m in no trouble.

Unless the Saxons are stopped at Modred�s field they�ll overrun us.

And then you... will be in trouble.

You asked for men, I gave you men. Now you come begging for horsemen.

A messenger has brought word that the Saxons outnumber us six to one.

But as warriors they are raw. And they�ve never met cavalry.

Why should it be I must get you out of trouble once again?

Because you�re a Celt. And there�s such a thing as loyalty to the blood.

Perhaps you haven�t heard of that in Cornwall.

If you�ve no stomach for the fight, say so, and let those who have get on.

I�ve no cause to like you, Arthur.

But I like Saxons less.

I�ll help you fight your battle.

But I give you fair warning. It�s a long way to Modred�s field.

Keep him out of my way.

That�s another ten pieces.

I�ll own you for life soon.

I�ll owe you. Throw.

You owe me enough already, you�ve been losing to me for weeks.

Then it�s time for me to have a win. Go on, throw.

Take your chance with the dice, Llud?

No. Thank you.

Oh, come! I�ll wager you.

Night�s for sleeping, not gambling.

Sleep is for the old.

You murdering Celt!

Let go! You did that deliberately.

Luke was my best man! I�ll kill him!

Don�t be a fool. Why should Llud want to kill him?

Even the rawest boy knows better than wake a seasoned fighter with a sword.

It was instinct.

I ran him through before I was awake.

I�m sorry. I�ll...

I�ll make amends to his family.

Look at me, murderer.

You said I know nothing of loyalty.

I know this much.

When someone slays one of mine, I slay his killer.

Take up your sword.

What�s the matter?

Can�t you kill someone who�s prepared for you?

I will not fight you now.

We�ve already lost one man.

If we fight, one of us will die.

You will die!

That just means another man gone.

Only the Saxons will gain from that.

After the battle... I will fight you.

After the battle, is it?

Perhaps you are hoping that I won�t come through this battle alive.

I tell you this, my friend.

This is one battle I will come through.

If I never come through another.

When I do, and I�m gonna come for you,

and I�m gonna kill you

with my bare hands!

Just stay in front, my friend, where I can see you.

I don�t want anything happening to me behind my back.

And I don�t want anything happening to you either.

I�m keeping you safer than a mother tends her firstborn child.

I bet you the first tree we see through that gap will be a sycamore.

Why a sycamore?

A feeling.

There may be hundreds of them.

Of course. The first prominent one.

Prominent? � Prominent.

Nothing to say? Murderer.

You weren�t short of words when you were telling me my duty in Cornwall.

There you are. What did I tell you? A sycamore.

Nonsense! That�s a dead lime tree.

No, beyond that. Immediately behind. She�s my sycamore.

The first thing I saw was that dead tree.

My dead tree wins, you lose.

Remember? Prominent!

Oh, don�t think anything has changed, Llud!

This is not a song, sung by minstrels.

You still killed one of my best men.

And when the battle is over, I�ll still kill you!

What�s the matter, Llud?

Lost your appetite?

I�d keep my strength up if I were you.

You�re gonna need it.

If he has to keep chasing after cavalry who can�t keep their seats, you�re right.

Oh, perhaps he�s regretting that I�m not still being dragged across the countryside.

The two shortest twigs go out for the boar.

Not me. � Not me.

Not me. � Nor me.

No. � No.

Come, old man. I�ll teach you how to hunt.

You�ll drive, I kill.

Llud, behind you!

No Saxon is going to cheat me of my revenge.

Ants.

Is there anything you wouldn�t bet on?

There. Heading for that piece of meat.

Hey! Get off the course!

They�re dead level.

I bet you that my ant will get to that piece of meat before yours.

Is it a wager?

If you�re determined to be a poor man.

Well, mine can�t lose. He�s a wild horse.

Are you ready?

Watch him go! Ho ho!

Come on, my pretty!

Lovely roast boar, yours for the taking!

Come on, Cedric!

Mine�s a stayer! Look at that action.

Stamina. That�s what counts.

Come on, Theodore.

Come on, Cedric! That�s my boy! Streak away now!

Come on, Theodore!

Here comes that cursed frog again!

He�s part of the race.

It�s the same for both of them.

Ahh!

Ohh!

No race!

How was I to know my runner would be gobbled up?

How could I know Theodore was a thoroughbred?

He�ll be a dead thoroughbred if I put my foot on him.

In the name of the Gods!

We�ve got a battle to fight.

Tomorrow, for all we know.

What are you? Men or boys?

Just a little sport, Llud.

You�ll get all the sport you need before you�re much older.

Too late.

They�ll pay for this!

That�s as far west as you�re going, my friends.

Battle formation!

On the left side.

Slope arms!

Are you alright, Llud? � Yes.

The men fought well.

Here comes trouble.

I watched you fight, old man.

Anyone who fights like that is too valuable to kill.

I�ve decided to spare your life.

Nobody spares Llud.

It�s forgotten.

You�re a mighty warrior.

In the midst of the battle one of my kinsmen was almost killed.

You saved his life. My hand.

You made me sweat for three days and three nights.

I�m ready for you now.

Fight!

You barrow of lard!

What? � Not your sword!

You said,

�I will be coming for you,

and I will kill you

with my bare hands.�

Or have you had better thoughts since then?

Suppose Llud and Mark were to fight.

Who would you bet on?

Llud�s a fine warrior.

But Mark is younger and stronger.

You say Mark, then?

Yes.

Would you take the bet?

If it makes you happy, Kai.

Make me happy. Come and see!

You didn�t tell me that if they fought, it would be with fists.

You didn�t ask.

No contest. Llud�s arm makes it unequal.

It does, doesn�t it!

But you took the bet.

Oh, very good, Llud!

Ah, it�s no disgrace

to be beaten by a warrior

with an iron fist.

It�s no disgrace

to renew a friendship with a brother Celt.

Let�s make it a lasting one.

It was an unfair bet.

You knew the circumstances of the fight.

That�s what gambling�s all about.

Knowing something the other man doesn�t.

Alright.

I bet you I can reach that shepherd�s hut before you do.

Ah, who�s getting desperate?

Do you take the bet or not?

It�ll be a pleasure to take your money.

Ready? � Uh-huh.

It was an unfair bet. You knew the terrain.

That�s what gambling�s all about.

Knowing something the other fellow doesn�t.

Remember?