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Huh. Found it.

Peter Stump's magical belt.

You know, I think this belt
could look pretty magical on me.

Yeah, I wouldn't put
that on if I were you,

unless you want to
become a werewolf.

- Nope.
- Thank you.

Okay, that makes eight

of the missing artifacts
we've found so far.

How could Vikram be
so irresponsible?

Well, they don't call him
the Rogue Librarian for nothing.

True, but some of these missing

artifacts are the ones
we brought here:

The Scythe of Time,
the Crystal of John D.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Uh, you know, you could help us.

Mrs. Astolat said we had

to get this inventory done
today.

Well, you see, I'm the guardian.
I don't guard inventory.

I guard the people
who do the inventory.

- Guys.
- Huh.

Scythe of Time.

We put that in a steel lockbox
in the Writing Bureau.

I know.
I just checked it.

It's not there.
It's missing.

You guys better find those items
before Mrs. A gets peeved.

How will we tell the difference?

Ah! Be nice.

I'm sure Mrs. Astolat
has a soft side.

Somewhere beneath
that gruff exterior is a--

Dark, mean, horrid interior.

What are you wearing
around your neck?

Beautiful, is it not?

It is not.

I'll have you know,

the merchant who sold
it assured me it was

for my vibe,
because it is so extra.

No, it's great. Really.
Can you turn it off?

Does it use batteries?

Vikram Chamberlain,
come upstairs at once.

Oh, someone's in trouble.

She's probably wondering where
to get such an exquisite scarf.

Without delay...

You better go.

Considering everything
that's been happening recently?

Don't blame Mrs. A
for clamping down

on properly storing
the artifacts.

Why do you think Vikram
is so remiss

about bringing artifacts
over to the main library?

Well, he is known for breaking
rules and using magic.

What was that?

Do you think she killed him?

That is completely
unacceptable!

You've withheld this from me
for months!

You knew the moment
that I arrived,

and yet you waited until
today to tell me!

Why, Mrs. Astolat?
Why are you doing this to me?

Oh, duplicity,
thy name is Elaine Astolat.

Uh, this isn't good.

Hey, is everything
all right?

Vikram?
Hey, I'll come with you.

No.
This time I travel on my own.

What did you say to him?

I told him I know he has
the missing artifacts.

And I also know he's using them
to create a time machine.

What? To go where?

To her, I'm afraid.
He's going back to 1847.

But he can't do that.

Yeah, Mr. Stone said
if he goes back

in time and changes anything,

anything at all, that this
timeline ceases to exist.

As well as all of us.

He is well aware of
the consequences.

Yet he's chosen to
forsake us all

to go back to his beloved Anya.

We have to stop him.

The Scythe of Time.

Crystal of John Dee.

Just a bit further.

How do you know?

You know the smartphone
that Connor convinced Vikram

to carry around with him?

I put Track My Friends on it.

Some friend; he's been lying
to us the whole time.

I can't believe he would betray
the Library like this.

The Library? What about us?

I thought we were
all becoming a...

- What?
- Nothing.

He's over there.

Vikram, stop!
You can't do this!

I can and I must!

- You don't understand.
- No, you don't understand!

My duty requires it!

What about your duty
to the Library?

- To us!
- I have a larger obligation.

Let go of the machine!
We can talk about this back--

- There is nothing to discuss!
- You selfish egomaniac!

You don't care what happens
to any of us!

Unhand the machine!
I command it.

Did you care about us at all?

You could destroy everything!

My decision is final!

I don't think 1847
looked like this.

Hi, how you doing?

Volkhv!

Volkhv ?

Ah, now I believe that is

an ancient Slavic term,
"sorcerers."

Okay, so they're not so fond
of sorcerers around here.

Where the hell are we?

Apparently, as we fought
over the machine,

the target date slipped.

I missed my target
by a thousand years.

Great.

Why don't you reset it
so that we can go home?

Well, as you can tell from
the smoke rising from within,

I won't be able to do anything
with it until it cools down.

Great. So we're stuck
in the Dark Ages

of medieval Europe?

I'm sure nothing bad can happen
to us here.

It just keeps getting better.

You should have let me be.

Well, now, thanks to
your pig-headedness,

we're in a medieval jail,
stranded through time.

God knows what kind of disease
and vermin are in these cells.

Trust me, this wasn't my plan.

That sounds like some
derivation of Albanian.

Well, there are several early
Balkan languages

that predate Serbo-Croatian.

He's just told me that we are
very lucky that we didn't end up

in the torture chamber,

which is inside
the Stone Fortress.

Apparently this place is like
a Roman spa in comparison.

So, not all bad news.

- Great.
- He really said all that?

Yeah.

Sire, I come with news.

It better be good news for you
to interrupt my meal.

I believe it is, sire.
It has to do with magic.

You have my attention.

I was scouting
ahead at the local village,

doing as you asked,

looking for any signs
of otherworldly activity.

- And?
- Something astonishing happened.

The ground began to shake,
and a furious sound erupted.

Suddenly, four strangers
appeared out of nowhere,

arriving magically in
a cloud of blue smoke.

Blue smoke, you say?

Yes, sire.
Oh, and they spoke English.

My twenty-year search
may finally be over.

Hmm, now, these bars are not
sunk deep into the ground.

Perhaps if we could...

No. No, you're not
going to do this.

You're not going to start acting
like it's business as usual,

not after what you've done.

And you look ridiculous.

I'm trying to get
us out of here.

You got us in here.

It will do us no good if we...

He's considering taking us
to the torture chamber.

He thinks we're sorcerers.

No, no, uh, he can't do this.
There's been a mistake.

We aren't supposed to be here.

If you just let us go,
we'll be on our way.

Are you from Britannia?

- Hmm.
- Elinore!

Elinore? Very good.

Nice undercover work.

Sorry about the situation,

but thank you for coming
to get us.

Who are you?
And why have you come here?

Oh, play along.

Oh, okay.

Uh, we are not witches
or sorcerers.

We're just humble,
passer-throughers.

You are lying.

Mrs. Astolat!
What are you doing?

Finally. Now get us out of here.

No one within a thousand miles
of here knows me by that name.

You must truly be spellcasters
and conjurers.

Have you come here to enact
some ill-treatment upon me?

Well, I am Vikram from
the Library,

of which you are a custodian.

This here is Connor,
Charlie, Lysa.

You know all of us, so pull
yourself together, woman!

Ah. I understand it now.

He has sent you.

You are in the service
of Lancelot Dulaque.

You have journeyed here
to wreak his vengeance upon me.

What? No.

We've come here from the future,
and so have you.

Oh, wait a minute.

You're not from the future,
are you?

Certainly not.

She's not
the Mrs. Astolat we know.

Not yet, anyway.

You're not Elaine Astolat.

You're Elaine of Astolat,
from Camelot.

Hold your tongues.
No one here knows my secret.

What, that you're immortal?

Immortal? Me?

No. That's the last thing
I would ever be.

The very idea chills my soul.

That is why I have done
what I have done,

to prevent that scoundrel
achieving immortality.

And by scoundrel, you mean
Sir Lancelot of the Round Table?

You speak as if you were
not here on his behalf.

No. We are here on behalf
of the Library.

Well, sort of.

What Library?
I do not believe you.

He has sent you here
to retrieve it.

- Retrieve what?
- The shield, of course.

The Shield of Lancelot.
That explains it.

I've read about it in
a book I liberated

from the Royal Privy Collection
in the Tower of London.

The Tower? In London?

It's going to be built
in about 200 years.

But anyway, the shield
is supposed

to offer invincibility
in battle.

But if you use its power,
the wearer becomes immortal.

Which is why your
master wants it,

and why he can never have it.

A powerful, immortal Lancelot
would be a danger to this world.

He may not still care about the
vows we made at Camelot,

but I do.

No, no,
no, no, no, no!

We have reason to believe
magic is afoot in this village.

We come for my shield,
the Shield of Lancelot.

Turn it over to me,
and we will leave.

Wait. I know nothing
of such a shield.

Oh, I believe this township has
most remarkable torture chamber

with the very latest in
punishment implements.

Take him there.
Find out what he knows.

The rest of you,
search the village!

He's here.

If he finds the shield,

he will use it with
all its corruptive power.

And that,
my dear Elaine of Astolat,

is exactly why
the Library exists.

Our sole mission is to obtain
dangerous and corruptive magic,

just like that shield,

from getting in the hands
of malefactors.

You need to release us.
We can help you.

What you've told me is
staggeringly preposterous.

From the future?
How can I possibly believe you?

You confided in me once,
when we swapped war stories.

You told me about
this battle scar you have,

a crescent-shaped one,

high up on the back
of your left leg,

just underneath your--

- Arse!
- Yeah.

Impossible. I just met you.

You told me about this
in the future.

Why would I tell you something
so personal?

Perhaps for this very moment.
So that you trust us.

Oh, that makes my brain hurt.

That's why time travel
is so awful.

If I release you,

do I have your solemn vow

that you will take the
shield to the future?

To your Library?

You have our solemn promise.

Our time machine is just outside
the square, by the town gates.

Right. You, come with me.

We will retrieve the shield

and meet the rest of
you in the square.

Vikram! Vikram! Vikram!

The time machine.

And our only way home.

If I've heard him correctly,

they are taking
the time machine down

to the torture chamber.

There are still
two guards outside.

Four guards escorting the
machine and I'm willing

to bet more of Lancelot's
men inside.

Just stating the obvious,

but if we don't get the
time machine back,

we're going to be stranded here.

We need to get
past these guards.

Navigate our way inside
undetected,

get the machine and withdraw,
all without being caught.

And how are we going to do that?

- Hmm.
- "Hmm," I've got a plan?

Or, "Hmm," I need to
figure out a plan?

Ah, maybe we should
come up with a plan,

because if we leave
it to Vikram,

we'll end up in the Ice Age.

Ha.

Hmm, nice room you got here.

Being an advisor

to the Chieftain does have
certain advantages.

You know, you never told me
you're a part of Camelot.

Will tell me.

It's not a part of my life I'm
particularly proud to remember.

You know, most people use
the term Camelot

to describe a magical time.

It was. For a while.

Until the use of magic
and the pursuit

of power corrupted everything,
changed everything.

Could you?

You know, I'm not a scholar
on the subject, but...

Wasn't Elaine of Astolat,
I mean, you...

Weren't you Lancelot's lover?

It was more than that.
I was a knight.

Just like Galahad
or Bedivere or Lancelot.

But that seems
to have been forgotten

conveniently over time.

Oh, Camelot was a promise
unfulfilled.

It meant more to me
than I can begin to tell you.

But that dream soured.
Now all I'm left with is regret.

I know what you mean.
The Library's my dream.

And it stands for everything
noble and good.

I don't know how long
I'll be able

to serve the Library, but...
I'll cherish every moment.

- It's magnificent.
- It's dangerous.

So much so,
I've dedicated twenty years

of my life to keeping it hidden.

Well, it was not in vain.

I vow to return this to the
Library where I will be safe.

You could save yourself
a great deal

of pain if you just tell
me where is my shield.

I swear to you, I know
nothing of your shield.

- What's this?
- This was used by sorcerers.

I thought you would
want to see it.

This strange contraption is
the source of their power.

I don't know, sire.

Sorcerers?
That's who you want, not me.

They have your shield.

And where are these sorcerers?

They are
in our jail.

I had them arrested as
soon as they arrived.

Okay, you've got us into
this mess. What's the plan?

Oh! I have it!

You found a way to get the time
machine without getting caught?

Not me. The two of you.

What are you going to do?

I, my good man,
shall be the distraction.

I will keep
their focus elsewhere,

allowing you to get inside.

And how are you going
to do that?

I will allow myself
to be captured.

Convince them to take me down
to the torture chamber.

With all their eyes focused
elsewhere,

you can sneak in
and get the machine.

All eyes on you
getting tortured.

This is a terrible plan.

Nonsense.

I was raised as a youth in
India by the Fakirs to lay down

on spikes and walk on hot coals.

I can withstand pain better
than any normal human being.

They will not be able
to torture me.

The sorcerers escaped.

Sire, they escaped.

They will
not get away.

I want every exit sealed!

There'll be no need for that.

I am the man you seek.
I am a sorcerer.

Where are the others?

Oh, one of my many illusions.

It was only ever me.
No one else.

- You're lying.
- Am I?

Where is my shield?

I have it.

Take us to it.

- Never.
- Then you will die.

Then you'll never
find your shield.

Go on.

Run me through with your blade,

and the secret whereabouts of
your shield will die with me.

I didn't say you will die now.
No.

You will die after many
horrible hours

of gruesome torture, and I will
enjoy watching you suffer.

Oh, kinky.

Take him to the torture chamber.
Do not let him escape!

Oh, save it for the
chamber, boys.

This must be a
show Vikram's putting on.

I have to get the shield
safely away from here.

No, wait. Give him time.

I'm sure the Librarian
has a plan.

From the looks of things,
not a very good one.

I'm sorry.

Everyone go inside to guard him!

Who knows what sorcery
he can do!

Let's go.

Let me introduce
you to Viseslav.

I've been told he's the most
ruthless man of torture

in all the land.

Oh, charmed.

Tell me now where my
shield can be found.

You'll get no information
out of me, I assure you.

When I return,
if you're still alive,

Viseslav will have
destroyed your will,

and I assure you,

I'll get all the information
that you have.

Now, you seem like a reasonable
and handsome young man.

What say you untie me and let
me take out those two guards?

Oh, now that is rather tight,
old boy.

That is more painful
than I imagined.

Okay, okay, okay, stop.
That is too painful.

Please, stop. Ow!

It's okay. It's an act.

He's just distracting.

Ow! Okay, okay.

You sure it's an act?

Yeah. He's just faking it.

Not faking it!
The pain is very serious!

Not an act!

Okay, I'll tell you anything
you want to know!

We gotta do something.

Look, I'll tell you
where the shield is.

Just please stop! You're deaf?

What? Oh, seriously.

What's the point in having
a torturer if they can't

hear the conf...

I've got an idea.

It's a touch medieval, but I
need to create a super magnet.

I can use those
iron bars over there,

and I need you to go
through that chamber pot

and scrape out
what you can find.

Excuse me?

Saltpeter, or potassium nitrate,

can be used
to create a detonation

that can power a magnet.

Urine contains nitrogen,
and feces contains potassium.

Go.

Guards! You can hear me.

Release me, hm?

I will confess
to anything you want.

You tell Lancelot
you have the shield.

Okay, here you go.

Oh, I don't need it anymore.

I'm gonna use the power source
from the time machine

to engage the magnet.

You're about to be
very disappointed.

Hey, you okay?

Well, I'm a little bit taller,
but none worse for the wear.

Well, untie me.

Oh, sorry. Yeah, yeah.

I knew your fellow sorcerers
would try to come

to your rescue.

Now you can all burn
at the stake together.

Are you happy now?

Got any more bright ideas
you want to try?

It is important we
keep our heads.

Recrimination will not serve
us well in this moment.

We're going to be served
well, all right.

Maybe even medium well.

You know what the worst part
about all of this is?

We trusted you,
and you betrayed that trust.

You knew that time traveling
would end in disaster.

I still don't understand why.

You're right. I was selfish.

Consumed by my emotions,
and for that I apologize.

But I learned something.

It blinded me to everything
except my need to return

to my previous life.

- What?
- I began to believe

that I had found a home
with all of you.

That was until I learned...

Vikram Chamberlain,
come upstairs at once.

Oh,
someone's in trouble.

Ooh, now this is lovely.
Is it new?

There's something I need
to tell you.

When you came here from 1847,
in that time bubble,

your beloved Anya was not
the only one you left behind.

And who else did I leave behind?

A child. Your child.

Pregnant?

Are you telling me that Anya
was pregnant when I left her?

Yes, Vikram.

With my child?

She gave birth to your son
seven and a half months

after you disappeared into
that time bubble.

I had a son.
And I abandoned him.

And her.
This is completely unacceptable.

Calm yourself, Vikram.

Calm?

You have withheld this
from me for months.

You knew from the moment
that I arrived,

and yet you waited
until today to tell me.

Why, Mrs. Astolat? Why are
you doing this to me?

Oh, duplicity,
thy name is Elaine Astolat.

Wait, uh, if...
Anya's...

child was yours,
and I'm related to Anya,

doesn't that make you, like,

my great-great-great-great-
grandfather?

No. Maybe one great too many.

Oh my God.

And what can we do without
the phrase, grandfather?

Distant relative, perhaps?

I have family.

That's great, Lysa.

But if the old man doesn't
figure out a way to get out

of this mess, we're gonna be in
the same family as Joan of Arc.

We have to go back
and rescue my friends.

If their sacrifice keeps the
shield out

of the hands of Lancelot,

then that is the price
that must be paid.

How can you be so heartless?

Perhaps in your time,
life is less spootish.

But here, in mine, there is
little room for pity or mercy.

I'm not letting you leave
with that shield.

Do not make me demonstrate
my skill with a sword.

I was the equal of any
of the knights of Camelot.

Right. And as a member
of the Round Table,

you took the Pentecostal Oath.

And how do you know
of the Pentecostal Oath?

Because you told me.
Will tell me.

You swore never
to commit murder or treason.

And to give mercy to those
who ask for mercy.

Upon pain of the forfeiture of
my honor and status as a knight

of King Arthur's, forevermore.

The Library represents
the same ideals as Camelot.

I took an oath to uphold them.

Elaine, use the shield and we
can easily defeat Lancelot.

I cannot.
I will not become an immortal.

But perhaps you've just given
me another way to end this.

I will never forgive myself
for as long as I live.

Never may not be very long.

I implore you, sir.
Let my friends go.

I brought them
into this predicament.

Only I deserve
to suffer this fate.

I care not for you
or your friends.

All I want is my shield.
Tell me where it is.

- I cannot.
- I have your shield.

Elaine, it was you?

Yes.
It was I who took your shield.

And I suppose you plan to use
its power against me.

No, wait.
You'll never do that, will you?

Not the Elaine of Astolat
that I once knew so well.

Not with your hatred of magic.

I am here to offer you a trade.

This shield for the lives of
these three young people

and our village chieftain.

What makes you believe
I'll honor such a deal?

My personal opinion
of you is not high.

But I also know that you, as I,

have taken
the Oath of the Pentecost.

And I have recently been
reminded of the power

of this vow.

You're correct.
I'm bound by the oath.

I will honor
any agreement I make

with someone
who shares this commitment.

Whatever our past.

Remember the consequences
of breaking the oath?

The forfeiture of my honor
and status as a knight

of King Arthur's forevermore.

I summon the power
of the shield!

You swore!

You're a fool.
You've always been a fool.

I had hoped you were
a better man.

So easily deceived.

Can't you see
that your obsession

with magic has corrupted you?

That it is stealing
your very soul?

And replaced it with
that of an immortal.

Damn King Arthur. Damn Camelot!

Long live, no...
Forever live Dulaque!

Light the pyre.

Why didn't you just
use the shield?

You could have easily
defeated them.

You, more than anyone, know
the cost of using that shield.

And I would have gladly paid it
had you given it to me.

Lancelot was once a good
and honorable knight.

I hoped there was still some
shred of decency left in him.

I was wrong.

Together you and I can
still rescue them.

No, Charlie. This fight is mine.

You may have just given me the
idea of how to win it.

Ah, Vikram, do something!

I'm thinking, thinking!

Think faster! Oh god.

- Uh...
- Oh, oh!

What on earth are you doing?

Roman palatal whistling.

It was believed this type of
whistling would summon Aeolus,

the Roman god known
as the keeper of the wind.

Lancelot Dulaque,
draw your sword.

A most valiant jest.

I do not jest.
You know me better than that.

I challenge you to combat here
and now in front of this town

and your men.

Or do you fear me?

I'd be no gentleman
to slay a woman,

especially one of your age.

The last time we fought,
I defeated you.

Is that why you had
my knighthood wiped

from tale and memory?

I have never lost in battle.
You are delusional.

Then prove me wrong.
Draw your sword.

You cannot be foolish enough
to think that you can defeat me

and my shield.

If you need the magic
of that shield to best me,

then my point is already proven.

Protect this with your lives.

I accept your challenge,
Elaine of Astolat.

Prepare to taste my blade!

I'm getting dizzy.

You're hyperventilating because
of the whistling.

Vikram,
you can't do this forever!

You know you can't kill me now,
I'm immortal.

You, on the other hand,
have no such advantage.

You loved me once.

The man I love died
a long time ago.

His obsession with power
and magic destroyed him.

Kill her! Kill her now!

I summon the power
of the shield!

Stand your ground! Now, men!

Come back, I command you!
Stand your ground!

Come back, I command you!
What have you done?

You have only yourself to blame.

Your greed, your arrogance.
You destroyed our love.

You destroyed Camelot.

And you destroyed any memory
anyone ever had of me

as a knight.

But what you could never
destroy is my integrity.

This is not over.

Yes, it is.

When your men get back to camp,

word of your humiliation
will spread.

You will have no army.
You have no more magic shield.

You have nothing.
And you broke your oath.

So you're not even
a knight anymore.

You are nothing.

I am immortal.

And alone.

I can think of no worse
punishment for you.

I will rise again.

He's right, you know.
He won't ever give up.

The Library will be ready.

I know immortality is
the last thing you wanted.

So thank you.

Yeah, you made a huge
sacrifice to save us.

And you've already
given up so much.

Leaving your homeland, everyone
you knew back in England.

Or rather, Britannia.

I took the oath.

It was my duty as a Knight
of the Round Table.

But I didn't bargain on you.

What is this?

A map.

My best guess on the current
location of the Library.

They should be expecting you.

You'll fit in there.

As I said, you share the same
ideals and principles.

Ask for Jenkins.

- Jenkins?
- He is the keeper

of the Library flame.

You and him share a history.

With Lancelot.
Used to go by the name Galahad.

It's complicated, I know,
but trust me.

It's time to leave.

Let us not further anger
the gods of time.

- Safe travels.
- Until we meet again.

So you don't forget us.

Not sure I could,
even if I wanted to.

Thank you. All of you.

Right, I have been able to
reconstitute the time machine,

but we have only one last try
to make it work.

Wait. You have set
this for home, right?

Our home?

You'll just have to trust me.

Vikram?

Vikram,
tell me that this is not 1847.

Oh, so glad you made it back.
Oh, kindly unhand me.

Oh, sorry.

Now, let's get
that infernal thing off

to the Library right away, please.

No more concealing artifacts in
the annex, if you don't mind.

So, since we met in the 1830s,

you've known me from a thousand
years before and said nothing.

How could I?

Could very well have changed
the course of all our fates.

Well, considering how much you
loathe the idea of immortality,

you could have avoided
it altogether simply

by not telling me
about Anya's pregnancy.

Had I not known, I would not
have tried to go back.

Then you would not have
become immortal.

It's been a good life. So far.

I wouldn't change it.

Everything needed to play
out exactly as it has.

Why today?

You could have told me at any
moment since my return.

Because today, you came in
wearing this ludicrous scarf.

The same one you were wearing
the very day I met you.

I didn't forget.

I don't get it.

Stone said that if you travel
back in time

and you change anything,

that this timeline
would cease to exist,

and yet here we are.

Apparently,
we didn't change a thing.

Everything happened exactly
as it was fated.

It was always a fixed
moment in time.

Oh. So...

Were we supposed to come back
to this time?

Yes, Lysa.

This is exactly where we are all
meant to be.

You know, when my parents died
in the car accident,

I thought I'd lost my family.

That I had no one left.

I thought I abandoned mine.
But I was wrong.

I have my family.
Right here, right now.

Thank you.

Grandpa.

Do not call me Grandpa.

What about Peepaw? Opa?

- Enough.
- Granddaddy.

Grandpapa. Gumpy.

Gumpy Poo. Ooh, Gumpy Poo.