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Perhaps I'd lightened your
pockets earlier, Sir Lancelot?

The best knight won.

You mean "king."

Not until I find a queen.

Not if I find her first.

Join us tomorrow.

I hear Lady Vortigone
is going.

I'd rather not be cursed
by your forgotten conquests.

Tides coming in.
Let's get back.

Still telling bedtime
stories, my Lord?

Young Modred needs a mother.

A father's love
only goes so far.

Night draws in.

Lancelot.

Do you hear that?

Over there.

Stay with the horses.

What were you saying
about a bride?

Wait.

Good lady, show thyself.

My lady.

This is no place
for one so gentle.

Come.

Lancelot.

You're welcome.

That voice.

A spell.

Think of it no more.

Come.

Arthur married Guinevere

and she became the queen
he always desired.

He then spent the better
part of eight years

fighting a group
of bloody battles

against the Romans.

He took his bravest
Knights with him

to save Camelot.

Leaving his son, Modred,
in charge.

After winning
the battle in Rome,

Arthur, tormented
from the torturous

and gruesome battle,

now rests with his knights
in France.

Ooh.

Go on!

That's it, he's down.

- Watch out!
- Ooh, whoa!

Hold him, hold him!

Do you concede?

- Do you concede?
- I concede.

Let's go. Let's go.
Step back. Step back.

Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, get up your hand.

Not bad for an old drunk.

Who you calling old?

I trust you had time to sleep
on my proposal?

Camelot, my Lord.

Oh, yes. Camelot.

Not for me.

Word comes south
of a Saxon threat.

We cannot expect
young Mordred

to lead our country
into battle.

He has the knights,
what more does he need?

An army is nothing
without his father's guidance,

the king's guidance.

There is no king
without Excalibur.

It is not the sword
that made you, Arthur.

Its abandoned you,
because you abandoned yourself.

Arthur, it's time to go home.

Look around, my friend.
Huh?

We're already home!

Now's your chance,
good sires.

Arthur, the sword puller.

King of the Britons.

This is no king.

This man fights like
a blacksmith.

If he's a king where
Is his army, huh?

We are his army.

What?

Good.
Prove yourselves, eh?

Give your children
something to be proud of!

My children
are not yet born,

but the way he fights,
I fear they never will be.

With a face like yours
I have the same fear.

You?

I can't fight you.

I do not want to fight you.

But I'll have you on your
back quicker than any man.

And you wanted
to go home, eh?

Oh, to be king, eh?

Lucky bastard.

It's not luck,
good Tristram.

You wanna stop
licking his ass?

He might learn
to wipe it himself.

My lord,

do I not please you?

Lay with me.

It's all I ask.

And put your clothes back on.

I'd have thought
a dagger in the back

would be more your style.

Come, my lady,

this is an evening for revelry.

Don't be sour with me.

The nobles are gathered,
Sir Mordred.

Thank you, Tomas.
I'll be along.

Less meekness, my lady.

It is not becoming
of such a graceful creature.

I'm neither your lady
nor your creature.

Don't go anywhere.

Brother Cedric.

Bless you, my child.

If anyone should be blessed,
it is I.

Bless me.

You're blessed.

Sit, my lords, sit.

Rest your weary souls.

Fetch more wine.

Wench their thirsts,
why don't you?

My lord, we are not here
for your wine.

Or your wry observations.

We understand you have
business with us,

my lord.

It is not far from here.

The place where
they grow the grape.

You should taste it,
lord Bedivere.

The business at hand, sire.

Taste it.

It's good, is it not?

Thick.

The business, sire.

- King Arthur is still...
- Lord Arthur.

Who sits on the throne?

Camelot has no throne.

Our king takes his seat
at the table,

equal to all his knights.

And where are these knights?

Where is this table?

Do you see it?

My Lord.

The table has been
destroyed.

Not by me, of course.

By my woodsman.

He refused at first
but then I threatened

decapitate him
with his own axe, so...

Arthur has abandoned us.

And for what?

War mongering opportunists.

He fights for honor.

This wench has more honor.

He fights for Camelot.

He fights for himself!

He fights for himself.

Arthur, wake up.

We are under threat,
my lords.

A Saxon army masses on
the other side of the water.

And our king,
your king, my father,

has abandoned us.

He has left us to the wolves.

Where is the honor
in abandonment?

Where is the honor in neglect?

But now the war
in Rome in over.

Arthur will be back
amongst us soon.

Before or after the Saxons
have spiked your head

onto the gatepost
of your hall?

- He would not abandon us.
- He already has.

Vortigone.
Skulking again.

Not skulking, Agravain.

Listening.

Perhaps you should try it.

One day it might
save your life.

Lord Modred is right.
These are dangerous times.

Thanks to your
so called lord.

Dangerous times, indeed.

Easy.

This one's mine.

We will break bread
with our Saxon enemies,

not bone.

Embrace me, lords,
this is our new world.

I will not be a part of this.

We must let Camelot die
so that we may live.

I would rather die
than let that happen!

Easier said than done.

Or is it?

Arthur trusted you.

All the more reason
to call him a fool.

- This is treason.
- No.

This is loyalty.

Who's with me?

Who's with me?!

What's the matter,

never seen
a real woman before?

Few that try to hurt me.

Sorry about your friend.

Not now, Arthur.

Who sent you?

Tell me who sent you
or I'll slit your throat.

I very much doubt that.

Who sent you?!

You really have no idea,
do you?

No.

Quite the voice she has.

Fit for an angel.

You tell me she lives.

As much as one can live
as a prisoner.

Lord Modred does enjoy
his treats.

You're going to find a boat.

Soon as you can,
sail to England.

Take a horse
directly to Camelot.

I've a message
for you to deliver.

I'm not some errand girl.

What makes you think
I would do that?

At least your friends were
dead when they lost these.

How do you expect me
to deliver your message

if I can't talk?

Tell Modred to release her,

or his tongue will be
the least of his worries.

If you succeed,

you'll live a rich,
fruitful life.

I'll make sure of it.

Alright.

We'll be right behind you.

My own blood.

Modred is but a boy.

A murderer.

And he's making a play
for Camelot.

My dear Guinevere.

If he's laid a finger on her.

I'll kill him where he stands.

Modred's influence stretches
farther than is safe.

Percival, send a bird ahead.

Tell Bedivere to gather
a handful of men.

Only the most loyal
at the table.

Your most loyal men are here
in this room.

Tis not enough.

Send the bird.

Tell them to ready themselves
and wait.

We head for the coast
immediately.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I do not charge
for my company.

Trust Guinevere knows
none of your vices, my lord.

Call me not your lord.

You'd prefer an insult?

I'd have preferred

if I had let one
of my men be killed.

Tis not your fault, Arthur.

It's hardly the behavior
of a king.

How you lust
for my bloodline.

Naïve.

Just like your husband.

You know not
what he's capable of.

Dead men are but dust,
my Queen.

Capable of nothing.

I understand your affection
for Arthur ran deep?

Until he turned his
cheek from mine.

I've never had any need
for friends, my lady.

It is not friendship
I offer.

But I can give you my mind.

Of what use is that?

How am I supposed
to eat that?

Travels west.

You ned wit about you.
When your father does return.

He'd be a fool.

That he would, my lord.

Stand up,
you bloody fools.

Welcome home.

Up I tell you.

We're not home yet.

Which way are we headed,
my lord?

The safest way.

Lead on.

Is that all, Sir Bedivere?

I'm afraid so.

Not like you to show up,
Sir Lucan.

Oft found ducking the fight.

Are you not?

Behave, Sir Tristram.

Where are the others?

Tell me my father's dead.

You will find my father

and you will return him to me.

I know not where they ride.

Vortigone!

The girl needs your assistance.

Show her Arthur's path.

And if you fail me again,

I will slay your peasant family

and leave them to rot
in their decrepit hole.

Is that understood?

I shall not fail you,
my lord.

Where's it taking us?

I know not.

Camelot?

Not yet.

Are we stopping, Lancelot?
I've a rumbling in my stomach.

We'll eat when
the bird stops.

Good to see you,
my lord.

We always prayed
for your return.

The war was long.

Camelot has suffered greatly
in your absence, my lord.

You should count
yourselves lucky.

You won a great victory,
Arthur.

If you say so.

Halt.

Where did it go?

Highness.

I could get used to that.

You might have to.

The great sages of the past
kept their secrets close.

But it is written?

There is a volume
alluding to it.

Legally binding?

Follow the scripture,
my lord,

and you are the law.

Bugger that.

I'm not going in there.

I've been in worse places.

I don't want to hear
about your failed

female conquests, Percival.

There's magic in there.

Look at it!

I'd sooner dip my cock
in a witch's cauldron.

Quiet!

Arthur, come to me.

I want you.

We go on.

Really?

Arthur,

I've been waiting for you,
my King.

Come to me.

This way.

Are you sure, my lord?

No such thing.

Walk on.

Arthur.

- Come here.
- No!

I've been
waiting...

Wait.

Tether you horses.
We'll make camp here tonight.

Bedivere,
I'll leave the fire to you.

Lucan, Branor find us
some meat for the pots.

Aye.
Proper scran.

And get some rest.

When your bellies are full,
I will need your counsel.

Is there a problem,
my lady?

I sense an unease.

A belief or longing, perhaps?
Yes, yes.

That's what it is.

False hope.

Alas, your ignorance won't
save your so-called king.

If that treacherous bastard
does make it back to Camelot...

he will die by my hand,

and you will bow to me,
your eternal king.

You, my Queen.

My whore.

Night after night,
on your knees by my throne.

At my wish.

We should be riding
for Camelot now.

I don't understand
why we're still here.

You ever needed to question
your king before,

Sir Tristram?

I question not his wisdom,
Bedivere,

merely his intentions.

A dark shadow
now rests on his heart.

Sir Branor,

your lands are closet
to Camelot.

Tell us what we may expect.

Modred waits for the Saxons.

Yet without them by his side,

you still failed
to protect the throne.

We were too few,
Sir Tristram.

They needed us.

And where were our brothers
when we needed you

against the Romans?

Protecting our families.

You made safe
your own lands

while the heart
of England rotted.

That's enough, Tristram.

Modred's treachery
was unforeseen.

The nobles who follow him

are ruled by fear
and greed.

And how would you
know that, Sir Lucan?

Slander.

I said that's enough.

I merely speak
what we all feel.

- Tristram!
- These cowards

seem like they don't
wanna fight at all!

Enough!

Waste not energy
mourning the unknown.

Merlin.

Walk with me, Arthur.

I told you this place
was magic.

You're distracted
from your cause.

That poison doesn't help.

What is my cause, Merlin?

You need not me to answer.

I fought a war
and can't even remember why.

I sent ten thousand men
to their deaths.

And the reason has been lost.

What better reason than home.

A home I have not protected.

Tavern fights, laying
with women I cannot recall.

Only a fool
would call me king.

Your men are no fools,
Arthur.

Their own men,
not mine.

I hear them.

Their gossip.

Fear is what you hear.

Of losing their leader.

No leader would fail
to raise a loyal son.

Modred shares your blood,
Arthur.

Not your destiny.

Excalibur was my destiny.

Even that abandoned me.

And it will return to you
when you are ready.

What if I'm never ready.

Then you pretend
to be until you are.

Your King!

Whom do you serve,
Sir Tristram?

I serve you, my lord.

To my dying day.

And you've forgotten
who you are.

We've all forgotten
who we are.

We kneel on ancient ground.

Sacred ground.

This is the Circle of Avalon,

where the very code
that we live by was born.

You are wrong to bow to me.

Your duty is to Camelot,
my lords.

Your duty is to each other.

Our duty is to each other.

Rise.

Rise from your knees.
Take each other by the arm.

And remember who we are.

Remember what we stand for.
What we fight to uphold.

Rise and remember
we are more than men.

We are knights,
chosen to protect a kingdom.

Chosen to protect a people,
chosen to protect Camelot.

We are more than men.

We are more than brothers.

We are knights
of the Round Table.

Keep your wits.

I... I knew not what to do.

What did you see?
Who did this?

The woman, sir.

My lord, I... I failed him.
I failed you.

Any others?

No, sir.

Tristram. Bedivere.

Seek her out,
return her alive.

Modred has made his move.
Now we must make ours.

Nothing, my lord.

It is not without reason.

One by one she will hunt us.

Until she has me alone.

Our queen can wait no more.

My lord.

Tell Vortigone
I want to be wed

by the week's end.

Mordred has imprisoned
the Queen

and captured the throne.

Time waits not for us.

You travel on foot.

"You?"

Why not we?

I cannot risk
losing more men.

I shall travel alone.

We're two days out
from Camelot.

We must travel undetected.

- My lord.
- On foot, I said.

No horses?

No horses.

We must be vigilant.

Take the road less travelled.

If anything separates us,
we will find each other again,

under our castle's hill,

as the sun dips into the
ocean on the second day.

Great tragedy is coming.

Such are the spoils of war.

Yet we fight on.

For Camelot.

For Branor.

For Branor.

Away with the horses.

Up early, Sir Lancelot.

I'll sleep when Camelot
is safe.

I need you to head West.

To Mythr.

I chance you'll find
Sir Kay there.

Tell him to gather as many
true men as he can,

and meet us
at the castle hill.

My lord, we have
marched side by side

since we left these shores.

I'm not about
to leave you now.

You're not leaving me.

You're following an order.

My lord.

You're a good man,
Lancelot.

My loyalist of friends.

As long as you are king,

what I am has no bearing.

He won't last, you know.

This new nailed god of yours.

I'm not sure he's going
to take hold in Britain.

Is there something I can
help you with, my lady?

Our Lord Modred
is getting wed.

Congratulations.

In the eyes of the church?

So he intends.

I was not aware his beliefs
fit to the Christian faith.

He looks to please
the Saxons.

Who's the fortunate lady?

Queen Guinevere.

The heart wants what
the heart wants, Brother.

But she is already wed

to our king.

Not in the eyes
of the church.

I cannot believe
Queen Guinevere

would have part
in such a façade.

She will do as her
king commands.

This is treason.

Think sensibly,
Brother Cedric.

You will see
that Modred is wed

and you will crown him king.

Only a fool would try
to take Arthur's throne.

Only a heretic
would kill a monk.

You must be tired.

I'm used to marching,
Young Alexander.

Though, a horse
never goes a miss.

I don't mean that,
I mean tired of fighting.

It's what we do.

What was it like?
Rome?

We never made it into the
city, but I heard stories.

No doubt you did, too.

What about the battles?

They fought with honor.
Unlike our Saxon friends.

Should I fear the Saxons?

Saxons fight like animals,
Alexander.

Like feral wolves.

They'll eat you alive
given half the chance.

Modred's guards are worse.

Calm down, Sir Lucan.

You'll scare the lad.

Nothing wrong
with a bit of fear.

Don't trouble yourself,
young 'un.

We don't often lose.
Go on.

These fish know not
their suffering.

Their destiny
is not their own.

Such is there place,
young Modred.

You used to bring me
here as a child.

Do you remember?

It's funny, isn't it?

The queen of Camelot
and yet she does not even love

the future king
she is to wed.

You will marry me.

Or I will kill you.

But first you will
provide me with an heir.

Do you think
you're a worthy king?

Even Modred
is wrong about you.

He thinks you're a traitor.

But the truth is, you're
nothing more than a murderer.

Where were you when
my father was fighting

to keep Camelot safe?

I offer a thousand thanks
to your father,

on behalf of all of Camelot.

But forget the other
thousand slain.

Whilst you drank your ale
and ravaged your women.

And now just because
your whore wife

is in danger
you see fit to return.

You know nothing.

I fight only
to protect our land

and our queen to whom
my heart belongs.

I fight for my father!

Let me go.

I shall right your suffering.

Not just me
that has suffered.

It was my choice,
tou'd be dead already.

I must keep my end
of the bargain.

Does everyone enjoy pain
as much as your queen?

Do not tempt me to show you.

I need not be shown.

Every night I hear screams.

And unlike you, Modred
will not tire of her!

Your fear offends me.

- Fear only I may kill a lady.
- A lady?

You speak of the wrong woman!

Do not force my hand.

Says he who bows to me!

He will kill Guinevere.

God, forgive me.

Do you mind?

This is my castle to explore.

As is your body,

my queen.

Not so brave now.

My body is no more yours
than the throne.

Tell me.

Where does a boy,
who thinks so little of himself,

find the nerve to claim the
very honor that scares him so.

To steal the role of a man
who puts terror in his heart.

Child, your father is coming
and when he does

and you're down on your
knees begging him for Mercy,

you'll wonder why you,
a pathetic little rat,

ever decided to take so much,
and leave you little

for the Camelot you betrayed!

Tell me, are all Arthur's
men so fragile?

Who do you speak of?

No one, my Queen.

You can't be real.

Fear not the truth,
my lord.

Come closer to me.

You look so cold,
my love.

Tis I, Lancelot.

And I would not harm you.

Come.

To Camelot.

My lords.

Welcome home.

No sign of Arthur.

Or Lancelot.

Must have beaten them here.

I didn't think you'd
come so easily.

Vortigone enjoyed your taste.

Or should I say,

the one that got away.

Camelot thinks you're strong,
Sir Lancelot.

But we both know the honor
that drives your sword.

I could not have asked
for a finer wedding gift.

Tell me, how is my father?

He cares nothing for you.

You don't think I know that?

You don't I've
always known that?

The whore is mine.

Did you build all of this?

- Was it a surprise for me?
- No! Arthur!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Merlin!

Merlin!

Tell me you are real!

I cannot go on alone!

I have failed my queen!
My country!

I killed a girl.

A warrior whose father
gave his life for our land.

You did what you had to do.

Look upon me.

I am no king!

I talk but do you listen?

A king does not mourn
his own betrayal.

He does not fight
so others can rest.

He does not survive
because he fears death.

He endures so that
he can protect his people.

His country.

But most of all,
he endures

so he can empower
those who cannot.

Who dream of sitting
at the Round Table

beside the man they spend
every minute of every day

aspiring to be.

So that they, one day,
can be every inch that man.

You their king.

I know what troubles you,
Arthur.

What haunts your sleep.

She's gone, Merlin.

She's gone.

Only if you believe it so.

I did enjoy playing
with the rat's emotions.

All locked up.

Bedraggled.

I wonder if news
of our imminent wedlock

will draw my father
more hastily?

Killing his bastard son
will be drive enough.

You should try that on.

I'd sooner wear rags.

You will play nicely

or you will watch
as I dismember him.

I've brought the wedding
forward a little.

Your ladies will be
attending presently.

Make sure you're bathed
and rested.

You shan't be getting
any sleep tonight.

Arthur.

Come here.

Merlin!

Merlin!

Is it true?

Aye, my lady.

He Keeps him in a cell
below the ground.

You'll have to hurry
the guards will be back soon.

Keep the doors locked,

tell any visitors I bathe.

My lady,

it is too dangerous.

Am I not your queen?

- My lady.
- Shh.

Be quiet, my lord.

No, Lancelot.

How I've missed your touch,
my dear lady.

I'm no one's lady.

Tell me you don't
feel the same.

What about Arthur?

The Saxons near as the
wedding approaches.

You mustn't allow it.

Say no, sweet Guinevere.

It's not my choice to make.

I must go.

I shall find a way.

Have faith.

Uh.

This is useless.

How are we meant to beat the
Saxons with these court jesters

swinging their
tiny cocks about?

I fear they will
eat us alive.

Did your mothers
never warn you

about playing in the rain?

Ready for blood, my lords?

My lord, the Saxon nobles
have set sail.

Then stock up the wine.

Let us ready for a wedding.

And what of your bride?

The scriptures say once made
King he can re-marry.

Then after the wedding
I have no more use for her.

Perhaps you could
get rid of her for me.

Another petty favor,
my lord.

It is worth all the favors
in the world

to become my queen.

Make her suffer.

I must admit, Vortigone,

I did not think you would
stoop so low.

No, I've stooped much lower,
my lady.

Ask your husband.

A lucky escape,
I think he called it.

Shame the same can't
be said for yourself.

You have no idea
what is coming.

Do you think I dote on Modred
or consider his heart?

He has the same weak blood
as his father.

The Saxons will eat him alive.

Finally with me as Queen,

Camelot will be the envy
of all Britain.

And yet,
no one will love you.

Hurry along.

Your fiancé waits.

My Lord,
it is not too late.

To banish yourself,
I wonder.

You do not have to go
through with this.

You are a prince.

One day, perhaps,
Camelot will be yours by right.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
brother,

but you took the purse
I offered you?

I only offer council,
my lord.

That's the problem
with your sort.

You think you're better.

What do you call it,
"enlightened"?

But you're not.

You're just like me.

So, take your purse
and keep your counsel.

Well?

She's on her way,
my lord.

Then let us not keep
our wedding guests

waiting any longer.

Bring in the meat.

Bow, my lords.

I passed through a village.

All the talk was of
a great feast tonight.

We target the Great Hall,
that's where he'll be.

There is a cave.

Not a half a mile from here

that leads us directly
to a tunnel.

A storm drain takes us
into the heart of Camelot.

Now we take no prisoners.

We show no mercy.

Anyone who tries
to defend Modred,

let them choke on
their own blood.

And if we fail?

Failure is not an option.

We cannot let the Saxons
rule with an iron fist

over the people who make
Camelot what it is.

My lords, I have not been
the leader I aspire to be.

King is a crown I've not
always borne with ease.

But I could choose no men

with whom I'd rather
share a fight today.

The honor is mine.

Our world is changing.

Some are bringers of change.

Others have change
thrust upon them.

But we must all adapt to it.

We must all embrace it.

And today I ask you,
I urge you,

to embrace a change
for the good.

Applaud your queen.

When we get through,
head straight to your positions.

Leave Modred to me.

Douse the torches.

Kneel with her,
my lord.

I knew you'd see sense
one day, my lady.

One day you'll be
on your knees

begging for mercy,
my lord.

Arthur!

What was that?

- Arthur!
- Lancelot.

The cells, move!

We are gathered here today

in the presence
of our Lord God.

If you're not with me,
you're against me.

You fool.

My lord.

The knights.
Guinevere.

Are they safe?

Only if we act fast,
brother.

And today is truly special.

For today we are to witness

not just a union,

but a coronation.

Let us proceed.

These were men of Camelot.

Our brothers!

No.

They were men of Modred.

Do you,
Lord Modred of Caerleon,

take this woman
to be your wife?

I do.

Now, Tristram.

And do you,
Guinevere daughter of Cwyrwd,

take this man
to be your husband?

My lady?

Say the words.

Lucan!

Here's to the heart
of the church, brother.

Get her out of here!
He can't have her!

Your whore cares not for you!

You're not her king!

Lancelot is.

Liar!

I thought you were
going to save me.

It's not safe here.

What about Arthur?

We have to go.

Come.

Guinevere!

Father!

Father!

Out of my way,
you stupid wench!

You wanted to kill me?

You wanted to take my crown?

Let's see what kind of king
you really are.

Take my crown.

Take it.

Take... my... crown!

Please, please, father.
Have mercy on your son.

Never, ever
utter that name again.

I am your king,
you hear me?

Your king and nothing more.

Now leave.
Leave Camelot.

Tell your Saxon friends
what they can expect

if they come here.

And if I ever see you again...

Hail!

Hail King Arthur!

Hail Camelot!

Hail!

Hail King Arthur!

Hail Camelot!

My lords...

Raise.

Raise up your brothers.

We will give them the honor
they deserve.

Hang the rest.

Hang them from
Camelot's walls.

Let the crows gorge on them
and the Saxons away.

I will not fight
another way today.

You honor me,
my lords.

You honor yourselves.

I am your king.

But this is our Kingdom.

This is your Camelot.

Hail!

Hail!

Hail, King Arthur!

Hail! Hail!

Hail, King Arthur!

Hail! Hail!

Hail, King Arthur!

Hail! Hail!

Hail, King Arthur!

Hail! Hail!

Hail, King Arthur!

Hail! Hail!