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(rousing music)

(battle raging)

Vortigern is dead.

No doubt Aurelius will claim the throne for himself.

Aurelius's life is in danger

until the kings of Britain recognize his claim.

We're not exactly neck deep in volunteers.

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You will not be able

to repel the barbarian on your own.

700 men is not a man to many to face Hengist,

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.

You could be a most valuable ally to Hengist.

The Saecsen?

They say Myrddin slew 70 men with his own hands

within these very gates.

At Goddeu, he slew 500.

That the world burned

and the ground trembled at his wrath.

(Myrddin screaming)

No man is capable of such a thing.

No mortal man.

He's nearly an otherworldly being.

Morcant!

There will be no victory

without the kings of Britain by our side,

without Merlin by our side.

Pelleas and I ride north to Gothe,

to ask Custennin to rule Kelithon.

His Atlantian blood is strong, but we would--

We would not be welcome there.

If you return north, Custennin will kill you.

There is no other way.

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Look up on me then, Shining Brow.

(birds singing)

They say you are amongst powerful of your people.

Why did you allow

one of their sacred stones to fall?

Will you be the man to raise it?

Hawk?

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(staff thumping)

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My brothers,

I greet you in the name of the Great Light,

whose coming was foretold within this sacred ring.

(men murmuring)

You resent my greeting.

Why?

If my brothers are silent,

perhaps it is because they're no longer certain who it is

that addresses them as Archdruid of the sacred grove.

Who says these things?

We've heard it said that you have left the old ways

to follow a new god, a foreign god.

From ancient days, we have sought knowledge

so that we might learn the truth of all things.

Is this not so?

It is.

Then how should we be slow to grasp the truth

when it is proclaimed before us?

We know many truths, Master.

Which truth is proclaimed this day?

The Final Truth.

Then you have become a follower of this Jesu?

He is the Great Light of whom our forebears spoke.

He is the one we have always sought to find,

and worshiped unknowingly.

And it is his priests who cut down our groves,

toppled our ancient places.

Men act in ignorance, yet the truth remains.

We all know from whence these ideas came.

We all know who it was who led the great Hafgan astray.

Taliesin was the greatest bard who ever lived.

He betrayed our Brotherhood.

He gave our Brotherhood its greatest vision.

Lies. You do not deserve truth.

Sacrilege!

(men murmuring)

How is this? Betrayal.

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No one may set their foot on the sacred seat.

Utter blasphemy,

Not even the Archdruid himself.

Punishable by death.

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(boulder creaking)

(men murmuring)

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Servants of the truth, hear me.

Why do you wonder that the wisest among you

should greet you in the name of Jesu,

the one who called Himself the Way and the Truth?

How is it that you, who seek the truth in all ways,

should be blind to it now?

You believe this grove is sacred,

(boulder cracking)

these stones,

(boulder cracking)

the new ways, the old?

I say He who created the stones and the trees is greater,

as are His ways.

(men murmuring)

Enough, Myrddin.

Myrddin,

enough!

(boulders thumping)

Merlin!

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(leaves crackling)

(stick scraping)

(birds singing)

King Tewdrig's steward

gave me a pick of the kitchen before we left.

We have some raw onions, raw parsnips, raw leeks,

cheese, carrots,

also raw.

Barley bread.

Oh, and plenty of plums to help digest it all.

(fire crackling)

You've been here before?

Once,

long ago.

We must be alert as we're near Custennin's border.

You know as well as anyone alive

what grief can do to a man.

(tranquil somber music)

Yes,

I suppose I do.

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(seagulls calling)

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(weapons clattering)

(Uther exclaiming)

The gods take you, Aurelius.

I might have killed you.

Counting like that, I think the whole Saecsen army

could've crept up on you.

(both groaning)

I should knock you on your kingly arse.

See, the perfect return.

Hale and whole, and free from enchantment.

Aye.

How many?

More than 10,000.

But your meddler came through.

Men of the west are with us.

I saw them in camp this morning.

Brave hearts, every one.

I was hoping for more.

Aye.

They fight mounted.

One of their warriors

is worth at least three Saecsen on foot.

And where does that leave us?

I was hoping for more.

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(horses neighing)

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We have come from King Loth of Orcady,

ally to the great Hengist.

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(men murmuring)

(eerie music)

(hammer striking iron)

(men murmuring)

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(goat bleating)

(blade slashing)

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The gods have willed that they will fight for us.

(men cheering)

It is fortunate for you that you have, too.

My Lord Hengist.

He's not a Lord.

He's bretwalda, Lord of all Lords.

Bretwalda, I have come bearing gifts

from my father, King Loth,

and his wife.

(contents clattering)

(flies buzzing)

My thanks to your father and mother.

The Lady Morgian is no mother of mine.

Not the witch's flesh and blood?

Be careful, boy.

You do not want to outlive your usefulness to her,

or me.

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By Zeus and Lleu, I'm glad you're back.

It's been a titan's task

trying to keep these bastards from killing each other.

Brigantes, Demetae, Pagans,

Mithras-worshippers,

Christians.

There'll be plenty of killing soon enough.

Aye.

Just imagine the glory we'll earn.

Whatever glory there is in slaughter, I've had my fill.

Whose words are these?

(men murmuring)

I learned much while I was at Ynys Avallach.

Of course you did.

I spoke with the Fisher King.

He told me of the Westernland from where the Faer Folk came.

He told me of his realm, and the thousand years of peace,

and how war amongst their kings

nearly destroyed their people.

They spin tales like old women spin flax threads, brother.

King-making requires blood and sweat.

You know this, brother.

I learned more there.

I learned of Jesu the Christ,

and I have become his follower.

What does it matter?

Take a new god.

Take a dozen for all I care.

Better our chances.

It is more than that, Uther.

I have seen what the Fisher King and his people

have done for the weak and the suffering.

I have seen their mercy,

and it is stronger than the strength of armies.

It is the future of Britain,

and it must be our future too.

Are you out of your mind?

(Uther laughing)

Uther, I brought Brother Aaron from Ynys Avallach.

He's come to instruct you in the catechism of the church,

and baptize you in the name of Lord Jesu.

Baptize me?

Brother, I will do anything for you.

I will lead your warhost, I will kill your enemies,

I will bend the knee and call you King,

but please, do not ask me to do this.

Look at them.

Boys playing the game of kings.

They've played it well, as Vortigern can attest.

They may have rooted out that usurper

and settled their blood debt,

but that does not make Aurelius my High King.

Careful now, my friend.

There are some who would misunderstand

and consider those words as treasonous,

especially now Saecsen host draws nigh.

I know you too well, Morcant,

to believe you're willing to bend your knee for any man.

What webs are you weaving in that spider's mind?

(Morcant laughing)

The brothers defeated Vortigern

with the help of their kinsman's army,

an army that, even now, sails for Armorica.

How many men are left for them to call upon?

200?

And you will openly move against them?

With the Saecsens marching against us?

Do you take me for a fool?

But who is to say on the day of battle

whether they're the ones to lead us to victory

and gain the glory?

They say they have the Emrys with them.

Aye, and Magnus Maximus, Taliesin,

Blessed Bran himself.

I've met this so-called Emrys of theirs.

And?

The Merlin died long before you and I were born, Dunaut,

if he ever lived.

No.

Those boys are on their own.

(both scoffing)

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(hooves thumping)

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(men murmuring)

I'm fine.

Truly, mother.

You should eat something for your strength.

(men murmuring)

He's been divided in his heart for a long time.

I think, now that it is over, he finally feels free.

Divided?

Between Jesu and the old gods.

But how can he be happy?

The Brotherhood still refused to believe, even after.

Not every man will choose to believe

and follow the light, my little Hawk.

Dead men rise and stones dance in the air,

and nothing you or anyone else can do will change that.

Daylight is waning, Merlin.

Go.

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(Merlin making sound effects)

What kind of man is this?

Who can stand against such power?

Behold! I am Myrddin ap Taliesin,

son of the greatest Druid who ever lived,

Prince of Ynys Avallach, and the Champion of Summer--

(wind howling)

(Myrrdin gasping)

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(wind howling)

(wind continues howling)

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(wind continues howling)

Mother!

Hafgan!

(eerie music)

Mother!

Hafgan!

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(indistinct voices whispering)

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(voices continue whispering)

(voices continue whispering)

(voices continue whispering)

Heel.

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What are you doing?

Where are you taking me?

Let me go.

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(voices continue whispering)

(voices continue whispering)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(woman continues speaking in foreign language)

(voices continue whispering)

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(wind whooshing)

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What are you doing?

Let go of me!

(tribe chanting in foreign language)

He that lives under the help of the Most High

will dwell under the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God in whom I trust."

Great Light!

(thunder cracking)

(woman agonizing)

(all exclaiming)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

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(rousing music)

(wind whooshing)

(hooves thumping)

I spent six winters with a Hill Folk of the Hawk Fhain,

learning the ways of Earth's first children.

When I eventually mastered their tongue,

they told me of a cloud shaped like a hand

that stopped the blade.

At first, I looked to make myself escape.

(tranquil music)

In time, however,

I began to sense a purpose at work

in my presence among them,

a purpose that would eventually make itself known.

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We should send an emissary east.

Only the Legions can defeat such a force.

There are no Legions,

scarcely even a Rome.

Vortigern invited this doom upon us.

And yet, the Saecsens stayed in their land

and honored their treaty with him,

until he was killed.

The Saecsen will honor a treaty while it suits him.

Whether Vortigern had lived or not,

they would've turned their eyes to us eventually.

King Gorlas?

Vortigern is gone, Rome is gone.

The Saecsen is here.

What more is there to say?

Then the Cornovii will fight?

Aye.

But who will lead the fight?

My brother is High King.

Your brother commands no army of his own.

We men of the West recognize Aurelius

as the lawful High King, and we offer him our armies,

every horse, spearman and archer.

We all acknowledge Aurelius's claim.

High King he may be--

May be?

But leading an army requires training,

skill.

You bastard.

I have named my brother the Dux Britanniarum,

Battle Chief of all the armies of The Island of the Mighty.

Well, there has not been a Dux Britanniarum

since Maximus marched to Rome

And yet there is one now.

Uther is unmatched on the battlefield,

and is a keen strategist,

as I believe you yourself can attest.

The Cornovii swore no oath to you as High King.

You swore an oath to our father.

Your father is dead.

You ask my opinion, I give it now.

Your father did nothing to make us stronger.

He took more from our harvest than any Saecsen raider.

And Vortigern, he sold us to the barbarians,

and betrayed our brothers at the Treason of the Long Knives.

While you cowered behind your walls.

I will not suffer insult

from a half-Saecsen bastard boy,

no matter who your father was!

I will fight the barbarians,

but I've had enough of High Kings.

(Morcant tisking)

You've spoken many words in haste,

some not so easily retracted.

And you are not my tutor that I would be schooled.

Do you not realize the damage you just caused?

Do you not realize those vipers

are openly moving against you?

If you give 'em the right name the Dux,

you might as well give them your crown.

I have no crown, I have no kingdom,

and if we do not stop the Saecsen,

I won't even have a people.

How many men does Gorlas command?

420 from Dummonia.

A quarter of our force.

Thank you.

You told me earlier you'd do anything I asked of you,

you'd kill my enemies, bend the knee.

You have but to say the word.

I want you to find Gorlas

and make amends. Aurelius.

I've told you what needs to be done, Uther.

Now, go and do it.

(Uther scoffs)

(men murmuring)

Gorlas!

My Lord, you cannot enter.

Gorlas, I came to--

Give good word.

I give you good greetings, My Lord.

Uther.

Is King Gorlas here?

He will return presently.

Perhaps you would like to sit while you wait.

Would you care for a drink as well, Lord Uther?

Yes, please.

(drink pouring)

The Cornovii are not famed for their wine,

but I hope you'll find it pleasing.

You must be one of Lord Aurelius's men.

Are you from Armorica, then?

I've heard it is a beautiful land

full of apple trees and white cliffs.

Aye, it is.

The forests there are big and full of game.

Fields perfect for tilling crops.

But no country is as beautiful as this one.

I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.

Ygerna!

By Christ and his saints.

Father.

Does your offense know no bounds?

Perhaps across the sea in the Roman war camps,

they taught you to prey on the young and naive.

Lord Uther sought you, Father.

I was merely extending him your courtesy

while we awaited your return.

Then speak, boy.

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What do you have to say?

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(thunder rumbling)

(door heaving)

(hooves clattering)

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(footsteps clattering)

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(dog growling)

Your journey was long.

I came from Ynys Avallach.

The road has fallen much from disuse.

I was not speaking of the miles.

Your hall has changed little these past 50 years.

Did you think to find so different, Myrddin Wilt?

We do not forget who we are,

or what has been done to us.

Vortigern is dead.

The Saecsens overrun the Eastern shore,

and the kings of Britain rally to oppose them.

The kings of the South are fat and lazy.

If they lived beyond the wall,

fighting Picti and Irish every summer,

they would never have allowed the barbarian

a foothold in this land.

And yet, what the barbarian has taken can be won back.

There is to be a new High King, son of Constans.

Or rather, two sons,

one to rule and one to lead the warhost as Dux.

It is they who have rallied the kings of the South and West.

They are the ones who would oppose the Saecsens now.

I have come to ask the northern lords to join with them.

You enter my home once again,

and the first words out of your mouth

are to ask me for this?

The brothers have named me their high counselor.

They have asked me to raise an army.

You know of what I speak.

50 years and never once a word.

50 years

and not so much as a thought for those left behind.

If there is such need,

why do you not go yourself, eh?

Join the fight, ride forth against the barbarian,

and lead your High King to his victory.

I cannot. You cannot?

And what prevents you, eh?

(tranquil somber music)

Are you not strong enough?

Are you not the mighty Merlin,

terrible to meet on the field of battle?

You know I cannot.

I've seen what you can do.

Why don't you summon the battle-awen, hey?

Then you can single-handedly

slaughter the entire Saecsen host,

until the blood soaks the earth.

You know I cannot.

What I know is this.

You parade yourself as a prophet,

a warrior-bard, a champion of light.

Yet when the day of trouble comes,

you cannot even save those who trust you most.

(weapons scraping)

(magic humming)

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(magic humming)

(cheerful music)

(men chattering)

(dice clattering)

(Uther exclaiming)

The gods favor me tonight, lads.

Sorry for you.

Hopefully they're equally as generous in the sack tonight.

I send you to speak on my behalf

and I find you here playing games.

Boys,

I heard rumor there was an alehouse the next valley over.

Fetch us a barrel or two, yeah?

(men laughing)

Wow.

(drink pouring)

You have much to learn about fighting men, brother.

And your lord asked you a question.

Then my lord should use his wits.

What do you see there, brother?

(men chattering)

Half those tribe hate each other,

but tonight, they think they're brothers,

and they all stand united behind you.

So you're welcome.

And is Gorlas behind me?

I prepared my speech like you asked.

And?

And it went poorly.

By the bones of our father!

I give you one single task.

How?

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He's an arrogant old fool.

That arrogant old fool

is the most respected fighter in this camp.

He has faced the Saecsens before and won.

Raiding parties.

Which is more you have done.

Oh, I don't question your skill and bravery in battle,

but the other kings do.

And if Gorlas withdraws his warband,

they will most certainly follow.

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We cannot let our forces be divided, not even by one man.

If we do, the enemy will prevail

and Britain will be lost

without even a fight.

Aye.

Aye.

Not exactly the reception you were hoping for.

It was exactly the reception I was expecting.

Forgive me then, my lord, but why did we come here?

I must go back the way I came,

all the way to the beginning.

Without the North, the kings of Britain

are not strong enough to repel the invaders.

Even you may struggle to persuade a king who hates you,

who blames you for--

I know what he blames me for.

Then you know how hard this is going to be.

And you may not have noticed,

but we are currently locked in a dungeon.

I had noticed.

Custennin's anger is fierce, but it will pass.

We were bound together once.

That bond will not fail.

He is still the man I knew.

Are you certain?

(Myrddin speaking in Atlantean)

(Myrddin continues speaking in Atlantean)

It is our gift, and our curse.

All men change, lord,

even us.

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It is an insult to all of us, no matter the father.

The boy should've consulted us

before naming his brother the Dux.

Perhaps in Armorica,

one king lords it over another as he wills,

but that is not how it is done here.

You've always had a silver tongue.

Spit out this thing that you're trying to hint at.

Only that I took an oath to Aurelius,

not to his fool of a brother.

We must have a battle chief who can lead us to victory,

and that Dunaut is right.

If there is to be a Dux Britanniarum,

let us decide it in counsel.

We are all kings, are we not?

Do we not all supply and train our own warbands?

Should we not have a say in who would lead them?

And if Aurelius refuses to heed our wisdom?

Then he must be challenged.

You said yourself, you swore an oath to the boy.

And as you have said, you have not.

(fire crackling)

(fire continues crackling)

(fire continues crackling)

They are two slithering snakes.

I know.

Then why do you entertain them?

Because they are kings of Britain,

and because they speak the truth.

The brothers are honorable men.

Aurelius perhaps,

but he is young, untried,

and war with the Saecsen is no place to learn how to lead.

You learnt in battle.

How much like your mother you are.

Whenever a foul mood would fall, she would speak to me thus.

You're torn, Father, I can see it.

Sometimes honor makes demands of us

that it would be foolish to fulfill.

This is the way of a king.

It is not your way.

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Have my dungeons given you time to think, Myrddin?

They have.

Time I much needed.

They have for me as well.

You know, truth be told,

I did not believe I would ever see you again.

Once,

there was much I wanted to say to you,

so many things.

But now,

after all these years,

(ominous music)

I find there is nothing left in my heart but justice.

(ominous music)

You were a father to me.

And you were a son.

I tried.

You failed,

and now I will exact father's price for that failure!

And with greatest regrets,

that in the hour of tribulation,

the distance between our realms is too far.

Further, as the Irish raids increase--

That's enough.

The coward isn't coming.

Have we received any replies to our other letters?

Eldof of Eboracum

and Ogryvan of Dolgellau

both ask pardon 'cause they're unable to send aid.

And with Loth of Orcady, we've heard no word at all.

(table banging)

Cowards and traitors!

Thank you.

Please send a reply thanking them for their answers.

Even with all the warbands here,

we still don't make up more than half a legion in strength.

Our enemy is disorganized and undisciplined.

Forgive me, Lord Aurelius,

but our enemy grows stronger by the hour.

Every day, more ships cross the sea

bringing Saecsens, Angles, Jutes.

We are outmatched five to one.

The Emrys is rallying the kings of the North.

The warbands could be riding to our aid even now.

Could be?

The North do not care if we live in peace

of burn at the torch.

Let us speak truthfully among ourselves, brothers.

Not since the days of the legions

have so many foes gathered in the Island of the Mighty.

If we are to have any hope of victory,

there must be nothing left to chance.

I call on us to name King Gorlas as Dux Britanniarum.

You bastard.

I second this choice.

This is treason.

Your brother is not king yet.

And who challenges his claim?

I do.

And before we play king making,

there is a war that must be won.

The choosing of the Dux

can mean the difference between victory and defeat.

I ask you and your brother

to step aside and let another lead.

You bastard!

You'd steal our birthrights?

To follow you would not only mean the death of many,

it would mean the death of Britain.

If death comes, it comes to you first.

You threaten me? Enough! Enough!

Steady, brother.

We cannot afford to lose one man.

Will you follow me into battle?

I will not send the sons of my lords

to die behind two undisciplined and untrained boys.

Then we will settle this the old way.

So we must.

(sword scraping)

Fetch my armor and shield

before this old ox changes his mind.

No, no, no.

They're challenging me for the throne.

If I'm to be High King, this is a fight I must win.

(chains clattering)

(men murmuring)

(chains continue clattering)

(eerie music)

Do you know what the punishment was in Atlantis

for betraying a king?

I know your grief, Lord.

It is my own.

Though I bear it not as you.

You bear it not at all.

But you will.

(chains clattering)

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What are you doing?

Pelleas had nothing to do with that day.

(Pelleas groaning)

He followed his master, and he failed my child.

Custennin, stop this madness.

Your quarrel is with me.

(suspenseful music)

(Pelleas screaming)

No.

(suspenseful music)

Watch and suffer, like I suffered.

(Pelleas screaming)

Look at you.

You're just going to let him die, aren't you,

like you let her die?

Custennin, please.

All you've got to do is slay me and save him,

like you could've saved her.

(rousing music)

Show me you could've saved her.

(explosion booming)

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(heartbeat thumping)

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(chains clattering)

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(water bubbling)

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(Custennin exclaiming)

(Custennin grunting)

Finish it.

Go on then, finish it!

Finish it.

This is the second time

you've found yourself beneath my blade, King Custennin.

There will not be a third.

(tranquil somber music)

(Custennin crying)

(Custennin heaving)

(ominous music)

Do not waste your strength on this dog.

I am your battle-chief.

Let me be your champion.

I cannot.

This is their scheming at work, brother.

He seeks to demean you.

Do not give into them.

Please, brother, let me fight.

He is a great warrior,

a seasoned warrior.

He will kill you.

This is the way it must be.

My soul is in God's hands.

(men murmuring)

The gods are fickle, brother.

Not my God.

(tranquil somber music)

The Sword is Britain.

I will not stain this noble blade with British blood.

Here. Give me yours.

(sword scraping)

He's strong, but slow.

Wear him down, then strike without mercy.

(tranquil somber music)

(suspenseful music)

I will say this once again, in the hearing of all,

yield your claim.

Many words were spoken in anger

that I will yet forgive

if you agree to bend the knee.

So be it.

Your blood be on your own head.

(suspenseful music)

(Gorlas screaming)

(men cheering)

(suspenseful music)

(Gorlas screaming)

(weapons thumping)

(men cheering)

(weapons clattering)

Wear him down, brother. Easy.

(weapons clanking)

(men cheering)

There you go, brother.

Fight me!

(Gorlas screaming)

(weapons clanking)

Do it, brother!

(Gorlas screaming)

(Gorlas groaning)

Enough, my lord.

Nothing to be gained.

(Gorlas screaming)

(sword clanking)

(men cheering)

(sword clanking)

Kill him, Aurelius! Kill him!

(Gorlas groaning)

(men cheering)

(suspenseful music)

(rousing music)

No! Leave it.

You'll bleed out.

(men cheering)

Easy now, brother.

Easy.

(rousing music)

(men cheering)

You, boy!

(rousing music)

(men cheering)

(both exclaiming)

(swords clattering)

(blow thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(swords clattering)

(blows thumping)

(Gorlas groaning)

(blows thumping)

(Gorlas groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(Gorlas exclaiming)

(men cheering)

(Gorlas screaming)

(men exclaiming)

(tranquil rousing music)

(Gorlas heaving)

(Gorlas groaning)

(rousing tranquil music continues)

(rousing tranquil music continues)

(Gorlas grunting)

(rousing tranquil music continues)

(rousing music)

(men cheering)

(men chanting Aurelius)

(chanting continues)

(Aurelius groaning)

I must not be carried.

(rousing music)

(men chanting Aurelius)

(rousing music continues)

(birds singing)

(footsteps approaching)

She was never a maid given to soft things,

like ribbons and flowers.

You made that change in her.

You didn't bring her in?

No.

It seemed right that she should find her rest here.

I tried to save her,

with all my strength, with all my power,

with everything I had.

Tell me about these brothers that you now serve.

Aurelius is of noble stock.

He is a man of both Roman and British blood.

Though young, he has a wisdom beyond his years.

I've seen his future in the fire.

I've seen him lead an army.

I've seen his courage in battle.

I have seen him administer both justice and mercy.

I believe him to be the High King this land needs.

And the other?

(Custennin scoffs)

Great darkness is falling upon this land.

Right or wrong, these brothers are our only hope

to stand against it.

Not our only hope.

(tranquil music)

The kings of the North shall ride to their aid.

You have my word.

(tranquil rousing music)

(Aurelius groaning)

Here, brother.

Drink this.

Easy.

Easy.

(Aurelius heaving)

Drink.

(Aurelius groaning)

(Aurelius heaving)

Uther, the kings,

did you see the kings?

Will they follow?

The gods take the kings, Aurelius.

The men in the men, brother.

After what they saw,

they'll follow you into Hades itself.

(Aurelius groaning)

Uther,

you do not let them hear me scream.

(Aurelius groaning)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(Aurelius screaming)

(flesh sizzling)

(tranquil music)

(tranquil music continues)

(tranquil music continues)

(tranquil music continues)

Stay.

(rousing music)

I am Custennin, king of Gothe and Kelithon.

You've met my daughter, Ganieda.

(suspenseful music)

(men cheering)

Ganieda.

(rousing music)

I find myself endlessly curious about you, Merlin,

and yet you do not reveal your secrets.

I would ask you to winter here with us.

You forget that I knew your father.

You have his presence.

Stay.

(rousing music)

(men cheering)

I sense danger in this place.

(suspenseful music)

(men exclaiming)

(woman screaming)

Ganieda.

(suspenseful music)