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I�ve got some news that�ll take the ache out of those feet of yours.

You gonna let me ride your horse for a while?

There�s a village over that last ridge.

Col, the blacksmith there�ll take care of your horse.

Col!

Saxons.

Kai!

I�m alright.

He�s a Saxon, I can tell.

His name is Kai. He won�t harm you.

How would I know your father�s name was Col,

that he�s built like an ox, with a red beard,

or that your name is Frith?

Now, won�t you tell us what happened?

They raided at night.

They took us by surprise.

Our men were outnumbered, they...

had little chance to fight.

It was all over quickly.

Cerdig�s men had orders not to kill.

A few men died. Including some Saxons.

And Col?

Col�s alive. Or was.

He was dragged away with thirty others roped together.

They were warned, if they resisted the women and children would be put to the sword.

Since when did Cerdig bother with prisoners?

What would the Saxons want with them?

Which way did he take them?

That direction. They�ve been gone three days.

To follow a track that�s three hours old is difficult enough.

After three days it�s impossible.

For you, yes.

But Llud can follow a trail that�s three months old.

Still fresh.

They came this way, alright.

I couldn�t have ridden much further.

We�ve been riding a day and a night.

Put your back into it!

Keep that hammer swinging!

I want more effort from all of you! You�re flagging!

I said, more effort!

Those Celts will be made to work until they die.

I�ll ride back and get some men.

We can�t march a rescue force this far into Saxon territory.

No, it�s one thing for us to slip through.

And we have no need for an army

when there�s one here already.

Come on, move ahead! Faster!

Come on!

Put your backs into it! Put your backs into it!

I told you to move! � Come on, you Celtic pigs!

Keep moving! You heard me � move!

What is this? Who are you?

I found them hiding back in the forest.

You should be more careful with your labour force.

I�ve never seen these two before.

Well, they must have escaped from one of the batches you had brought in.

You! There! Where you from? Answer me!

We�re wasting time. Neither of them will answer.

But if their tongues won�t move, their legs and arms will,

and you need every man you can get.

You haven�t explained who you are.

I�m here to get things moving.

That�s my job! I�m Rodolf, foreman.

I work to Heardred the builder.

And I am sent from Cerdig.

We had no news of your coming.

Cerdig has learned that this new venture lags behind.

Everything must move ahead much faster.

Col!

There have been some delays, but...

doesn�t he know that new prisoners take time to train?

Look, I can assure you that things don�t... � Now we�re wasting time.

Some of these men aren�t working.

Move, you Celtic laggards!

Move!

Get those men up the face.

You, in there.

Come on!

Yes, the Romans used this principle.

Did they? � Yes.

I, um... I trust that Cerdig will be pleased with my work here.

He may be.

When it�s finished.

I�ll just show you our store room, then we shall have our midday meal.

There we are.

Why such a large armoury?

Advance supplies.

As you know, this will be one of our biggest supply bases.

Mmm. Of course, of course.

Well. Let�s eat.

Would you eat some more?

Thank you, but...

too much good food and drink at midday and I might get soft with those slaves out there.

Not me.

Sometimes, Rodolf, I think you overdo it.

Of course it�s really no concern of mine, I�m a builder.

But I need workers with stamina.

It depends on how much stamina you can get your slaves to part with.

Is that not right, Kai?

They don�t give it willingly.

With Kai�s help we�ll work something out.

Don�t tell anyone who we are,

but tell them that a bid for freedom is being planned.

These men need heart.

You saw my wife? And Frith?

Yes. So will you.

Come on! Go on!

Get up, you lazy dog!

Leave him.

What is happening here?

This Celtic dog struck me.

And the penalty for that is death!

And lose a valuable man?

Cerdig would be pleased.

He will be lashed,

and then made to work until he begs to die.

Then I�ll lash him now!

And the pleasure of restoring Saxon honour will be mine.

Unshackle him, take him to the rock.

What is the punishment?

Twenty lashes!

Arthur, it�s the only way I could save you.

I know.

Get these men back to work.

Come on, come on, move along.

Well, at least place him on a bale of hay.

Come on, get to work!

Come on, come on!

Come on, you lot, move!

Is this the way you keep guard?

Stand up straight!

How do you flay a man publicly and soften the whip?

You had to do it.

Where�s our busy friend Kai?

He said he had no appetite.

Strange.

A flogging usually whets mine.

I�ll wager there isn�t a prisoner who won�t slave twice as hard tomorrow.

The soldiers must maintain discipline.

Men die here!

All across this land men die in battle, on both sides.

And you think that�s the same thing?

You�re building your fortress, father, with human bones.

Where are you going?

This will ease the pain.

All well?

You never know with these Celtic pigs. I�ll just check.

Llud, how is he?

Don�t worry. I won�t betray you.

See that they�re all back on the ledge at daybreak.

Come on!

Come on, put your shoulders into it.

You, slave, help him! You!

Come on!

Push!

Whoever this man Kai claims to be, he�s not from Cerdig.

But he told us...

I�m charged by Cerdig to take care of these matters,

and I was sent here on his orders.

I told you I didn�t trust him in the beginning.

You, come here!

You � you told me?

You obviously weren�t listening.

Go up to the face of the quarry at once and tell Rodolf that Kai is an impostor.

You�ve had a long journey. You must be tired.

One of Cerdig�s men�s arrived.

They know you�re an impostor.

It�s now or never.

You don�t seem to understand the problems that I have building here.

Why, only a few days ago none of this rock was ready.

Get these Celtic dogs to re-make their stinking bed.

I want more bales here...

Put the bales on all sides.

Rodolf should have reported by now.

You seem concerned over the comfort of these Celtic dogs.

The place stank like a plague pit.

D�you want the work halted because of sickness?

Guards! To the compound!

The Celts are armed!

Goodbye, Saxon.

Goodbye, Saxon.

Horses!