All language subtitles for The Pendragon Cycle Rise of the Merlin S01E04

This nail I can your fundage for loss me
and Anna may you would offend them from

Harwich a fool

Are you so heavy with drink that you
fail to recognize the spawn of Orthagen?

Prince Passon, forgive Alduin's
impertinence.

He will be punished.

What will happen to your father?

My father is dead.

What do you want?

My father is dead and I am his heir.

High King of the Britons.

And yet you ride here.

Unannounced.

No honor guard.

No war band.

I did not know I needed a war band at my
back to meet with an ally.

You do if you're going to watch him
shit.

The sons of Constance have murdered my
father.

And now they claim his crown.

And you want me to help you take it
back?

They will not be content until they have
all of Britain in their grasp.

All of Britain?

Even now, they turn their eyes east to
the Saxon coast.

Let us march against these usurpers
before they march against you.

Why do I need you?

You swore to uphold my family's claim
and my father let you settle these

But our pact was sealed in blood.

You will be held, Baron.

Son of Orthagen is right.

A pact sealed in blood is to be honored,
none to death.

Thank you.

the Fisher King.

Murder.

Murder!

And that's when I saw him, sat on the
rock by the riverbed, alone,

shining as bright as the dawn.

And we are most grateful to you, Peleus.

Even as our hopes waned, you did not
give up these many years.

My lady.

And you, my holy friend.

How did you come to be my grandson's
company after all this time?

Providence, great king.

The divine hand.

Merthyn found me prisoner of High King
Vortigern.

Prisoner?

A king who holds hostage a servant of
the Most High, gambles with his

life. Gamble, Vortigern lost.

King Avalac, I have been remiss.

May I present to you Uther, second son
of Constance, and his older brother

Aurelius.

Sons of Constance, I see.

Forgive me.

My brother and I will loathe to
interrupt your happy reunion.

Aurelius has defeated the usurp of
Vortigern.

He is by right of lineage and victory
high king of Enis Pridine.

If I do not fall to the axe of Saxon
first.

All the ambitions of a petty king.

My brother surely meant no disrespect.

King, have a look.

And yet he speaks truly.

This land is in a welter of confusion.

There are more kings than sheep.

More princes than crows on a
battlefield.

All seeking to snatch what they can,
when they can, without a care for who

suffers.

Until this island is ruled by one who
wields both justice and mercy,

there will be no peace.

Aurelius' life is in danger until the
kings of Britain recognize his claim.

It is my hope he could find sanctuary
here while I ride to rally what friends

have left.

Well, we ride her out of your friends.
Uther. To ensure Merlin is not remiss

pushing you to lay another course.

Right, Merlin?

Very well, Uther.

If you prefer knights in a saddle to the
comfort of Avalac's palace.

You will not be staying, then?

I'm sorry, Mother.

My people have seen enough of war and
death.

The High King of Britain will be safe
within these walls.

To a future of peace.

You fuss over me like a child.

While other men call me immortal.

Fisher King's sword.

Your sword.

I thought it lost.

Yet it has been here.

Waiting for you.

The sword of a high king.

Aurelius has a sword.

The sword of Britain.

I do not offer it to Aurelius.

Sorry, Mother.

I cannot accept it.

Whatever the future may hold, I cannot
take up that sword again.

Then I will pray you have the strength
to keep your vow.

I wish you were not leaving so soon.

Besides, the fish are always on their
best behavior when you are here.

What was it like, Merlin?

To be insane.

To be alone with God.

Is that who you think I was alone with?

Who else?

I would dearly love to spend but a
moment in my Lord's presence.

You are fortunate among men, Merlin.

Go. I have been greedy with your time.

We will discuss these things again when
you return.

You fear for your sins, Grandfather.

But surely your sins are no greater than
any other man's.

I had forgotten how much you see with
those golden eyes, Hawk.

Yet in truth, my sins are too numerous
to count.

And I gave life to Morgan.

I've seen her.

Morgan.

In the fire.

In the stars.

I do not know if God was with me in
California all these many years,

Grandfather.

But I know Morgan was.

Trust in Yesu, Hawk.

He is the only hope for men like us.

It's hope we have.

Sir, tell me about this place,
Meridenum.

Built by the Romans in the heart of a
plentiful valley, not far from the sea.

Your steward has a nasty habit of
speaking on your behalf, Merlin.

If you were mine, I would have him
flogged for impertinence.

Paris speaks as he serves, of his own
free will.

So you would have him believe.

Are you suggesting the Emerus has me
spellbound?

Your words, boy.

Not mine.

You surprise me, Uther.

I didn't take you for one who believed
in magic.

When a man casts the gaze of a beautiful
woman, is that not a form of magic?

Or when a king, through cunning and
deceit, wrests fealty from his people,

that not a sorcery of a kind?

Master.

What is it?

Yes.

A delightful place.

What is your business here?

I've come to seek a home I once knew.

What home is that?

The last time I was here...

Pendar and the Red Sword was king.

Nothing.

Let them in at once. See to their
horses.

The same raid that took

Maelus took the town.

The tea fact, my father tried to say
what he could, but there wasn't much

Not since the beginning of our troubles.

Same story is told throughout these
lands.

I fear greater threat is coming.

Yes, it's a different world since...
well, since you've been away.

Will you sit at our table, my lord?

Most kind.

Allow me to fill your cup, my lord.

Bring me my cup.

This beast.

Led me deep into the hills, but I could
not give up the chase.

These days it's rare when I get occasion
to knock an arrow.

A fine prize, Meirig at Taldrig.

Son, meet our guests.

Uther, Peleus, and Merson Emrys.

I must say, the brewer's art has reached
new heights since I last held a cup

such as this.

This draught is worthy of any king.

You shall have a better bit to take with
you.

Yes, when you have concluded your
business here.

What is your business?

Perhaps our business is best discussed
in the light of day.

We are here to garner support for my
brother, Aurelius, the High King of

Britain.

High King, Vortigern has already claimed
that title.

Vortigern no longer has need of it.

Well, I congratulate you on your
victory.

Over an old man already exhausted and
sore beset.

The greater challenge lies ahead.

The Saxons.

And a host of lesser kings who think
themselves eminently qualified to bear

crown.

And they'll have no choice but to fall
in line.

Won't they?

Hear me, Taldrig.

Saxon Hengist has assembled the greatest
war host ever seen in the Island of the

Mighty.

And before the summer is through...

He means to take the throne.

And he will have it.

If we are too busy squabbling amongst
ourselves to take up arms against him.

We have arms.

We have horses.

And men who can use them.

May you reek.

Am I not the commander of our army?

Yes, an honor you insist on squandering
at every turn.

A choice do I have when you all were
tied by... Silence!

The day grows long, and I am not a young
man.

If we may presume upon your hospitality
a while longer.

Yes, I shall prepare some rooms for you
and your men.

Perhaps the Emirates would prefer to
stay in his old quarters.

The king's quarters?

Yes, should he wish to.

We insist.

Thank you, my lady.

Uther. Do you take me for a fool?

I do not.

Then perhaps you should stop treating me
as one.

I have promised to raise an army for
your brother, Uther.

How I conduct my own affairs is not your
concern.

You may have swayed my brother, but your
powers of persuasion will not work with

me. Of that I have no doubt.

There you are, my darling.

You must hurry along to your studies
with Callius.

I don't want to study.

You must, if you are to advance in your
learning.

Remember, Urien, your mother knows
what's best for you.

Off with you.

All because we live on these distant,
God -forsaken shores.

The greater part of Britain could burn,
and we'd be none the wiser.

Let it burn.

What difference does it make?

We are alone and undefended, Father.
Should we not seek alliances for the

welfare of our kingdom?

If we were to appeal to Vortigern.

Vortigern is dead.

His tower fell to the sons of Constance
not two weeks ago.

How do you know this?

No doubt Aurelius will claim the throne
for himself.

The soil of these lands is soaked in the
blood of would -be kings.

Perhaps we should consider pledging our
support to Aurelius.

My dear Lord, have you forgotten the
deal we made with the Saxon chief?

How could I forget, mother, when I saw
strongly opposed our alliance with those

savages?

Is Hengist a savage?

He fights for the interests of his kind,
just as Aurelius does.

But we are Britons.

We should support our people.

Are they our people?

Only a moment ago you were bemoaning the
fact that we were all but forgotten by

them.

But what do I know of these things?

I'm merely a wife.

And a mother.

Still, I cannot help but wonder if there
is not a greater strategic advantage

for you in the current arrangement.

You could be a most valuable ally to
Hengist, the Saxon.

The future is Saxon.

I trust you sat well with her.

The soldier always sleeps with one eye
open. That sounds inconvenient.

Not as inconvenient as a knife in the
back.

Come, we're all friends here.

Not many in any way came in the guise of
a friend, Merlin.

Ah, my Lord Merthyn.

I wonder if I might have a word with
you.

In private.

Of course.

Do keep Uther out of trouble.

Shall we seek out a morsel to eat?

Watch it. Cheers.

A

cup of

your famous mead, friend.

We have no mead here. Only wine.

Then a cup of your famous wine.

They water it down.

The Roman way.

But in good measure, it serves its
purpose.

Does the war band of Meridunum spend all
its days drinking rather than training?

But you see, we are training.

Right here in the darkness of this
hovel.

With nothing to slake our thirst but
this sorry excuse for wine, eh?

To your safe return, after such a long
absence.

Forgive me if I know not how to receive
you.

This is your realm, and rightly so, but
I have been king here these many years.

And your father and his father before
you.

Yes. And your son is next in line to the
throne.

Merrick is more interested in hunting
and drinking than in the affairs of our

kingdom.

And yet he is your battle chief.

It is a wonder how he has time for
leisure, given the frequency of the

Yours is a fruitful land, Taldric.

Yet your fields are stripped, the walls
are broken, provisions are strained,

even at the king's table.

At whose hand do you suffer this
injustice?

Not the Saxons, surely.

For you would not have lived to tell the
tale.

Locant of the Belgae.

He's been bleeding the neighboring lands
of grain and cattle for the better part

of a year. Like a ravenous bear, Tenton,
slumbering through the long winter.

Why? He knows war with the Saxon is
coming.

And he intends to wait it out with ample
provisions to spare.

And you allow him to take from you?

His men outnumber us two to one. So you
let your people starve?

I'm not willing to lead my people to
destruction. It is because you're not

willing to lead them that the
destruction is at hand.

We cannot fight him.

But fight him we would.

We'd rather suffer the sword opposing
that snake than let him take what's

rightfully ours.

You've told your father as much?

My father's too proud to heed our
counsel.

I'm ashamed, Martin.

I admit it.

I saw no other way.

I often question whether I'm worthy to
wear the dog.

If I am a king,

I'm not a very good one.

Your father must have good reason to let
this insult go unanswered.

No king would suffer such humiliation
like that.

But whatever his reason, it would not
matter for long.

My family has ruled this kingdom for the
last three generations.

Now Merlin returns to claim his throne
and we can hardly stand in his way.

He is but one man.

What?

Do you not know?

Painted by a fairy woman many years ago.

So the story is told.

They say Merlin slew 70 men with his own
hands within these very gates.

At Gathay, at Gathay he slew 500.

No man is capable of such a thing.

No mortal man.

They say when the Arwen falls upon him,
He is given strength from heaven.

The world stops.

None can stand before him.

I can assure you, friends, that the only
thing that matters in battle is brute

strength.

Magic is for druids and bald women.

Perhaps... that he is legend.

In these lands, he is more than a king.

He is nearly an otherworldly being.

He will take the talk from my father and
declare himself high king before he is

through.

And neither you, nor the Saxons, nor all
the armies of Britain and America can

hinder him.

Unless we stop him here.

You must listen to me, Uther.

Out of my way, steward.

I bested you once before.

Don't make me do it again.

You had a little surprise before.

Not this time.

You thought that was my only surprise?

You would attack an unarmed man.

Stop this, Uther! You risk ruining the
Emress's work!

That's exactly what I intend to do!

Uther!

Stand up, King Tawdry.

You are right that you have failed your
people.

You have let fear rule your heart and
govern your actions.

And I do indeed have every right to
reclaim my kingship and take back what

lawfully mine.

But I deem it best to let my claim
lapse.

Too many years have passed for me to
take back my throne.

Merthen will not be king again in
Maridunum.

Provided you pledge your support to
Aurelius.

You have my word.

Are you quite well, Uther?

Just short of breath, is all.

My warband will not fight for Aurelius
while Morkhan threatens our homes.

Well, then it's a good thing we have the
Battle Chief of Britain to bring the

Belgae to heel.

I'm... afraid I must decline.

Uther?

I will join a fight against the
Morkhans.

However, only as a simple soldier.

A cunning strategy, Uther, if we survive
it.

There's nothing like a brisk ride to
revive a man.

Hazy, receive your own with mercy.

Who are they?

Britons.

From the villages along our eastern
border.

The Saxon move south and west, killing
and plundering.

They rarely leave survivors, but when
they do, we do what we can to lend aid.

You're for the dying.

And you could protect their death.

You did what you could.

No.

No, no, you could have fought.

What strength you think we have is an
illusion.

Each year, our numbers decline.

But a child has been born to us since.

Our people are not long.

For this world.

You have weapons like none have seen.

Armor to stop the fiercest Saxon blade.

As king, my duty is to my people.

I cannot fight your war for you,
Aurelius. No matter how just the course.

We are too few.

Where are the Saxon now?

Lord is in line for the throne after
all.

The fine king will make my son.

But who are we if not people of our
word?

You see, Hengist makes his men fight to
the death for his amusement.

You must not believe everything you
hear.

Aurelius, on the other hand, is of noble
blood.

A diplomat.

The Lord has a point.

Is Aurelius not more fit to lead?

Who knows who'll rule these lands when
all is said and done?

But if it is your desire to break faith
with the Saxons, then who am I to oppose

you?

But I admit, I do worry how he will
receive you if word comes to him of your

dealings with Hengist.

Yes.

Yes, we must not have him taking you for
a traitor.

A traitor?

I had not thought of that.

Surely anyone suspected of conspiring
with the Saxons would be shown no mercy.

I'm sure you'll make the right decision.

Pray to your God, Merlin.

This isn't much of a plan.

My God hears the prayers of all who call
on his name.

Something happened to your eye?

You would ride to the village's aid
alone.

I'll try.

You are a good man, son of Constance,
but foolish.

What would you have me do?

What kind of king would I be if I let my
people be slaughtered?

A king who knows his limitations.

There will be other battles, Aurelius.

You are one man.

You don't even know the country.

I'm not above asking you to point me in
the right direction.

I've only one thing to offer my people.

Everything.

Our soldiers cannot ride with you to
Rianfa.

But perhaps they will escort their
princess on a ride through our eastern

holdings. My lady... But we cannot leave
our territory, Aurelius.

If you choose to engage the Saxon...

I do it alone.

Stop there!

What is your business

here? You Belgae grow fat from the grain
plundered from the fields of Maridona!

And? And we're taking it back.

No one need die today.

Tell your king Merthyr Nemhris demands
an audience.

My king is not so easily summoned.

I do not intend to make it easy.

I do not return.

Tell my brother I died a noble death.

Thank you, milady.

Don't thank me yet.

By the time this night is through, we
may both be banished from the

Whoever you are, you've chosen a rather
inopportune time to visit.

I'm enjoying my supper.

You know very well who I am, Malkin.

I know who you claim to be.

But why should I take your word for it?

I come with an offer of peace from
Uther, battle chief of Britain and

High King Aurelius himself.

There'll be no peace in these lands till
we are all dust.

Or until the kings of Britain are united
as one.

If you are the son of Taliesin, your
wisdom is exaggerated.

You ride with a force half the size of
my own against a fortified position.

My men will cut down your army in short
order, if they have not already.

You make war against your brother kings
while the Saxon threatens the doom of

our people.

Who is my brother?

Who are my people?

I am king of the Belgae.

No one else is my concern.

And how will you defend the Belgae when
the Saxon horde marches across your

fields?

When was the last time you stood with a
naked blade in your hand?

under the blast of the Saxon war horn,
while a whole host of Saxon berserkers

flew toward you over the battleground.

I will be well supplied after I march
across every kingdom deserted by kings

anxious to fight alongside your battle
chief, Uther, and his fool brother

in their fool war.

is where you are wrong.

There is to be no war.

Uther himself has determined not to
engage the Saxon until you return what

have plundered and pledge fealty to
Aurelius.

If Aurelius does not engage the Saxon,

they will be high king of nothing.

Already this day, Uther rides against
you.

He's the leader of this attack.

There's no battle chief to be feared.

Indeed.

Uther does not command Tawdryk's
warband.

He rides today a simple soldier.

Indistinguishable from any other.

You bluff.

I do hope your men haven't killed him
already.

Aurelius slew the High King himself to
avenge the death of his father.

One can only imagine what he might do to
you.

Stay our archers.

Call our warriors back behind the walls.

Your plundering is at an end, Morkant.

You've abused your power, and now it is
time for you to make amends.

If you do not,

Herodias will continue to raise his
army, but it will not be the Saxon he

against.

My daughter has long had a mind of her
own.

And I have all but given up, attempting
to restrain it.

But you, who mean to make yourself High
King, should know better.

If I do not allow my conscience to guide
me, I am unworthy of the crown.

You put my people at risk.

Your people are at risk already, King
Everlake.

And we'll be as long as the Saxon have a
foothold in this land.

Father, the Britons that survived the
raid have been brought to the palace.

I'm needed.

You cannot

deliver your people from this threat if
you throw your own life away, Aurelius.

A king must sometimes make terrible
choices.

It was foolish.

I know.

In truth, I'm not ready for what is
ahead.

The battle against Vortigern was...
Short?

Decisive.

I have little enough experience with
war.

That is abundantly clear.

In truth.

It was your daughter who saved my life.

Yes.

She has a way of doing that.

You showed great courage today.

And a great love for the people you
would rule.

And my God tells me there is no greater
love than the willingness to die for

others.

You might just become High King after
all.

Beer?

A man of his word is King Taldrig.

Two more Western kings have plunged the
field into Rhaelis.

The war bands ride eastward as we speak.

Rhaelis' legend grows.

As does your army.

Now you must return to your brother.

Pellis and I ride north to Gothay.

You must ride alone.

I have not proven myself to be a
pleasant enough travelling companion.

Uther, you have proven yourself a
cunning strategist and fiercely loyal to

brother.

But you must take caution, for your
loyalty could be your undoing.

More riddles.

Perhaps when we next see each other, we
can pick up from where we left off.

I do admit I did underestimate you,
Stuart.

I still think you should be a flog for
impactments.

There is no other way.

I will set off at once for the Saxon's
camp.

That is what you wish.

It is.

Well, then.

Wait a minute.

A gift.

For Hengist.

Safe travels, my son.

Thank you.