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[man breathing heavily]

[child] Nimue.

Hello?

[ethereal music plays]

[child] Nimue.

[birds screeching]

Pym?

[Pym] Over here, silly.

[wind howling]

[exhausted panting]

[distant howling]

[Pym, singsongy] You can't find me.

Nimue.

[Pym giggles]

Pym?

[Pym] Getting warmer.

[Nimue] How'd you get down there?

[Pym giggles] It's easy.

[breathing heavily]

Squirrel?

Squirrel, are you here?

Squirrel?

[tense music plays]

[Nimue] Squirrel? Are you here?

[breathing heavily]

-[twigs snapping] -[gasps]

[ominous music plays]

[gasps]

[dramatic music plays]

[grunts softly]

Ow! That hurt.

[Pym] Sorry. I was just...

[voice distorts evilly] ...so hungry!

[growling]

Mama.

[growling continues]

[snarling]

[roaring]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

-[paladin yells] -[Nimue gasps]

[bear snarling]

[Nimue] Mama!

[screams]

[panting]

[snarling, growling]

[Lenore] Call to the Hidden, Nimue. Call to the Hidden, Nimue.

Call to the Hidden, Nimue.

[both grunting]

[Lenore] I won't reach you in time. Call to the Hidden...

-[Nimue] Mama! -...call to the Hidden to aid you.

Call to the Hidden to aid you.

[both grunting]

[indistinct whispering]

[bear snarling]

[slithering]

[Lenore] Reach out to them. Call them with your thoughts.

[ground rumbling]

[dramatic music plays]

[paladin groans]

[rumbling]

[snarling]

[blood squelching]

[wind howling]

[inhales sharply]

[roots receding]

[groans weakly, coughs]

[gasps, coughs]

[strained breathing]

[roots creaking]

[panicked breathing]

[roots stretching, creaking]

[retches, coughs]

[gasping]

[mystical twinkling]

[eerie ethereal music plays]

-[wind howling] -[waves crashing]

Merlin! Where in the bloody hell is he?

We have searched everywhere, sire. He is not answering his door.

-[banging on door] -[Uther] Merlin!

-Merlin, are you in there? -[groans loudly]

Damn you!

-[gasps] -[banging continues]

-[Uther] Merlin! Come out now! -[groans]

-[Uther] Merlin! I command you! -[banging continues]

-[groans] -[Uther] The king commands you!

Out now!

-Your Majesty. -What in Christ's name are you up to?

There is blood all over the castle. Is this madness your doing?

All is well in hand, Your Majesty.

I just need a little more time to study the omens.

Study the omens?

It's shit is what it is.

How do you think this looks to our enemies?

Does this make us look strong?

That blood rain is falling on the...

[sniffs] Gods, are you drunk?

No, sire. All is well, tip-top. Just need a bit more time.

-You-- -[lock slides closed]

-[groans] -[banging on door]

-[banging continues] -[Uther] Merlin!

Break it down.

Yes, Your Majesty.

We will have answers today, you fraud!

[heavy banging on door]

[guards grunting]

[heavy banging continues]

[dramatic music plays]

[key clatters]

[guard yells, grunts]

[ominous music plays]

[crows calling]

[wolves barking]

[Carden] It appears some Fey swords eluded our net.

Found something?

[monk] Tracks.

Only one set.

Fey girl by the size of them.

One girl did all this.

One Fey girl?

Then this was no ordinary sword.

[paladin] Father! Father!

[paladins praying]

[ominous music plays]

[roots stretching, creaking]

[Carden] Get up.

-Get up! -[paladin groans]

[Carden] This how you face the enemy?

Shame on you.

Look at it.

Look at it!

This is the enemy!

[strained gasping]

He's alive.

[Carden] Who did this to you, my child?

[monk] Wolf's blood.

Same tracks. Same girl.

Let me find her, Father.

I need you to kill every Fey in this wood.

You, cut him down.

We're looking for one Fey maid with a large sword.

Take this description to Hawksbridge, Sheep Herd, and Burned Pass.

Tell them...

that anyone harboring this wolf-blood witch...

will burn with her.

[panicked breathing]

[man 1] This is... most unnatural.

[man 2] Lenore, there's no hope. A child so young.

She won't survive.

-[man 3] It's for the better. -Bite your tongue! She survived.

The Hidden came to her.

This was a demonic creature.

If it wants the girl, who says it won't come after us?

If she lives, we're all in danger.

Jonah, help me.

Jonah, she's your daughter.

Do something!

[Lenore sings in Fey]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

-[river flowing] -[sobs quietly]

[sobbing]

[monk] Born in the dawn...

To pass in the twi--

[ominous music plays]

[breathes shakily]

[Squirrel grunts]

[monk] I will ask you questions. And if you lie to me, I will know it.

And I will hurt you.

-How many of your kind escaped? -[Squirrel] I don't know.

[groans]

I don't know! I saw some run into the Iron Wood.

How many?

[Squirrel] Only a few.

[yelps]

-How many? -Enough to kill you, you scum!

[wind howling]

Squirrel? I'm here!

Squirrel?

[wind howling]

[distant yelling]

[man] Whoa.

[indistinct yelling]

-[horse snorts] -[man] Where are you coming from?

[horse brays]

Over there.

[breathing heavily]

[horse snorts]

[donkey brays]

[distant banging]

A thousand pardons, milord. It's my tooth.

Oh... [chuckles]

Well, my work is done for the day.

The pain is shooting, milord.

I can't do my chores, and my mother beats me if I can't work.

[guard] Next!

[man] Whoa.

-[horse brays] -Got coin, have you?

No, but I have a brother inside who can help.

Please.

[guard] State your business.

[Nimue] Help me.

Please.

Hello?

[stutters]

Teeth, sire.

Um... just finishing up my rounds.

And this one?

She's my patient.

Remove your hood.

[breathing shakily]

Where are you from?

Uh, born in Hawksbridge, milord.

My mother's a laundress for the lord of the keep.

I fetch the lye from the monastery.

Where's your bucket for the lye?

I...

Oh, I...

I must have left it.

Gods, I'm not myself. My tooth has been ailing so.

Why are you bleeding?

Oh, uh...

I... Uh... I-I...

I took the wood path from the monastery.

I must have run through some thorns.

The girl is suffering.

-What are you waiting for? -Yes.

[paladin] Pull it.

-Sir? -The tooth.

Pull it now.

-But I... -What, here?

Shut up, you fool.

Is that a problem?

Are you what you claim?

Yes, absolutely.

I-I-I am, my brother. Absolutely. Uh...

Let's have a look, shall we?

I've got my...

Let's see, shall we?

Oh, yes, there's the culprit. Right at the back there.

This will give you relief, milady.

[nervous breathing]

[metal instrument clanking]

-[Nimue groans] -[dentist] Oh!

[groans]

[groaning]

-[grunting] -[snapping]

[pained gasping]

-All done now, child. -[Nimue gasps]

Enough. On you go.

Thank you.

[pained breathing]

Where are we going?

What do you even want me for?

I know about you.

The one who cries, the Weeping Monk.

[groans]

You kill Moon Wings.

Does that make you very brave?

Do you hate them because they're so beautiful,

and you're just so very ugly?

Even your horse is ugly,

and I love horses.

Although from this angle, you definitely do share a resemblance.

You hedge-born naïf.

[horse snorts]

[town crier] Oyez, oyez!

By order of the Holy Roman Emperor,

for crimes most foul,

including infanticide, cannibalism,

and the slaughter of the Lord's servants on Earth

in conspiracy with demonic spirits,

thirty gold denarii for the capture or death of the Fey murderess

known as the Wolf-Blood Witch!

Any who offer aid or shelter to the witch are heretics

punishable by torture and burning.

[distant coughing]

[Nimue breathing heavily]

[town crier] Oyez, oyez!

By order of the Holy Roman Emperor,

for crimes most foul...

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

-Where was she? -Five miles off, by the wolf dens.

She tries my last nerve.

And mine.

Shame on you.

A good whipping will end these escapes.

-I forbid it. -You spoil her!

You ruin her.

[Lenore] Why, Nimue?

No one wants me here.

No one likes me here. Not even Father.

-Of course your father wants you here. -He doesn't.

His eyes tell me.

This is your home.

-I understand that you feel that you're-- -I'm the girl with the scars. Not you.

I'm the girl the other children won't play with.

Not you.

You understand nothing.

[exhales sharply]

[mystical twinkling]

[crackling]

[man] Get up, you murdering pig.

Josse.

Squirrel, you all right?

Tie him up.

I think we've caught the big killer.

Look at the eyes.

Shed a few for us, brother?

Get me a nice red one, Grim.

Ever been dragged by a horse with a hot coal up its bum?

-Not that I can recall. -Just kill him, Josse.

What did you have in mind for Squirrel, you sick bastard?

I've got no interest in the boy. He's bait.

Bait? For what?

[horse brays]

Be still, Goliath.

[whispers] For you.

-[grunting] -[Goliath brays]

[unsheathes sword]

[Fey man groans]

[screaming]

[yells]

[groans]

[Squirrel struggles]

[whimpers]

You tell your Fey brethren what you saw here.

Tell them I'm coming.

[groans]

Go.

[grunting, whimpering]

[tense music plays]

[indistinct chattering, laughter]

Arthur?

Nimue?

What's happened?

-Where's Pym? -She's gone.

They're gone. All of them are gone. It's just me left--

Stop. Slow down. Stop. Who's gone?

-All of them. All of them are gone. -[Bors] Who's this?

I need your help.

-Can I come with you? -You're the witch.

-Can we leave here now? -What's she on about?

Let me deal with her. Where do you wanna go?

[Bors] You've got some ox balls on you coming here, missy,

looking like you haven't got a pot to piss in. You owe me.

-Wait! -[Nimue gasps]

-What's this? -[Nimue] Nothing.

-[Bors] Let's have a look. -Leave it.

-This witch is something. -Bors!

I'll take what I bloody well like

and decide then whether I sell you to the Red Brothers, you Fey hag.

Bors!

-[Nimue gasps] -[groans]

Get back to the horses! You're far too cozy with this wench for my liking!

Leave her!

Now then, what say you, milady?

Let me see that sword.

[Arthur] Bors!

Bors, leave her!

[panting]

-[Arthur] Nimue! -Now.

[Arthur groans, grunts]

-[Bors] There's a good girl. -[mystical twinkling]

[Arthur] Don't give it to him! Nimue!

-[Bors] Here. -[indistinct whispering]

-[grunts] -[groans]

[pained yelling]

Try again, and I'll have the other!

Kill her!

Kill the witch!

[pained groaning]

[Bors groans]

Nimue!

[Bors screams]

Arthur! I'll have you strung up by the guts!

-[indistinct yelling] -[woman] Stop her!

[man] Stop her! Stop the witch!

[indistinct yelling]

[horse brays]

[man] You there!

-Close the gates! -[groans]

[Arthur] Down! Get down!

[horse brays]

[ethereal music plays]

[horse snorts]

[Arthur] We can't stay here long.

This won't be the first place Bors looks, but it might be the second.

That was a blood debt, what happened back there.

All right, Bors won't forget this.

And now the Red Paladins too?

I'm... I'm sorry.

There'll be a price on my head from here to the Viking shores.

What were you thinking?

Wha...

What was I thinking?

What, like I planned this?

-Like I asked for any of this? -No, that's not what I'm--

They killed her in front of me.

My mother.

[sighs] I should have been there. I could've warned them.

Instead, I was with you, some cutthroat.

I could've...

[sighs] It's my fault.

Gods, it's my fault.

You're shaking.

Get warm.

[Arthur shakes cloth]

Please.

And I'm not a cutthroat.

Well, whatever you are.

You're hurt.

This will sting.

-[Arthur] What are they? -Don't.

[gentle ethereal music plays]

Why did you ask me to follow you?

Is it wrong for us to have some time alone?

You're promised to Peri.

You saw me looking at you, though,

didn't you?

Yes.

Of course you did.

Witch.

-Witch! -[Nimue] What?

-Hag! -[Nimue] No!

-Hold her there. -No!

-I didn't do anything! -I want to see them.

No! Stop, please! [gasps]

Please, stop! No, stop!

That's the mark of the Dark Gods.

Is that what you did, demon?

Used your magic to make Wallo look at you?

-Do you think he'd ever be with you? -Leave me alone!

[slithering]

[roots stretching, creaking]

[gasps] No! No!

No! [cries]

[Peri yelps]

Let go of her, Nimue!

-[panting] -[Wallo] Nimue!

[Peri shrieks]

-Let go! We're sorry! -[Peri cries]

Nimue!

-[Wallo] Let her go! -Help me!

[indistinct whispering]

[Peri pants] Go!

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct whispering]

[slithering]

[sobbing quietly]

[river flowing]

I don't want to talk about it.

That's fine.

I was just coming to sit for a while.

[Lenore] When you were five years old,

you faced a Dark God,

alone, in the Iron Wood...

and survived.

When you were nine,

you caught the Black Fever,

a plague that took seven village children from us.

Three nights, I held you.

How you shook.

Your skin burning like hot coals.

And you survived.

And when you were 12, you ran away for three nights.

And when we found you,

you'd caught six fish along with a rash on your bum

from sleeping on a bed of hog's weed.

But you survived.

You are not some fragile maid.

You are a warrior.

And you are strong.

And I think you'll survive Wallo the Baker's Boy.

[Arthur] It's a rare blade.

Not sure I've seen its like.

May I?

[mystical twinkling]

It's seen its wars, hasn't it?

It's lighter than it looks.

[mystical twinkling]

The balance is extraordinary.

This is the kind of sword that gets you noticed.

That's good and bad for you.

Makes you easy to spot.

[mystical twinkling]

A knight, on the other hand...

This is the kind of sword that gets you an audience.

I'll have it back.

[Arthur] Have you valued it?

I wager 50 gold.

That's without knowing how old it is. That's a lot of coin.

It could get you a ship. Far away from all of this.

My mother asked me to give it to a man named Merlin.

You don't suppose she meant the magician Merlin?

-The one from the stories? -I doubt that.

Anyway...

it's a pity to give a treasure like that to a stranger.

It was her dying wish.

I'm sorry.

Still...

I've seen a lot of lives wasted fulfilling the dreams of the dead.

Spoken like a true mercenary.

Well, I guess you don't need my advice. You've got the situation well in hand.

That's not what I meant.

Your mother's gone.

Sad but true.

You're still here.

You can't change her fate, only your own.

I promised her.

And I will keep that promise.

Sleep an hour.

Then we ride again.

I know a place where Bors won't find us.

[birds calling]

[ethereal music plays]

[ethereal music continues]

Born in the dawn...

to pass in the twilight.

[reverential music plays]

[Nimue inhales sharply]

Where are we?

We're safe.

We're with friends.

[door opens]

[wind howling]

[ghostly whooshing]

Has the Widow finally come for me?

After all this time?

[Widow] Not just yet.

Then why are you here?

To mock me for my failures?

[Widow] Who was she?

The healer.

[Widow] You told us the Sword of the First Kings was destroyed.

You lied.

That's what I was led to believe.

[Widow] The Shadow Lords will see this as a final betrayal.

If they cast you out, it does not end there.

They will hunt you down.

Let them come!

[Widow] This affects all of us, not just you.

The Fey are on the verge of extinction.

If the Church acquires the Sword of Power, then they will decide who wears the crown.

Have you forgotten the words?

[Merlin] Forgotten them?

I wrote them.

"Whosoever wields the Sword of Power shall be the one true king."

They were the hopeful words of a gentler time.

But I'm wiser now. There is no one true king.

The sword is cursed and will corrupt all who wield it.

[Widow] Listen to yourself.

Pull your head from your wineskin

and finish the war you started.

-That I started? -[Widow] The world needs Merlin,

not this piteous creature you've become.

I have no magic.

That's what the sword took from me.

[Widow] Even more reason to reclaim it.

[Merlin] Oh, no.

That will never happen.

That must never happen.

[Widow] Then the world is truly...

[ghostly echoing] ...lost.

Where's the sword now?

What do you see?

For I no longer have the vision.

[Widow] I sense fear around the sword.

But also great power.

The sword is finding its way to you, Merlin.

But which end of the sword, the point or the pommel,

is another question.

[footsteps receding]

Well, I do enjoy a mystery.

Well, then we must be ready for it.

[Widow] We?

The sword was forged in the Fey Fires, and to the Fey Fires it shall return.

I shall melt it back to its origins.

[Widow] You are aware the Forges of the Fey burned out

-a thousand years ago? -[Merlin] I'm aware.

Fey Fire is now a rare, coveted treasure,

possessed by only the most discriminating collectors.

[Widow] Oh, dear.

Tell me you're not planning to steal...

from him.

I am.

-[Widow] Without your magic? -I still have my wits.

And my charm.

[Widow] I fear you overestimate both.

Unfortunately, his kingdom is hidden to my eyes.

But not yours.

Will you help me?

Bend the rules this one time, old friend?

[Widow] How dare you call me old.

What do you want of me?

His whereabouts,

a clay that even Fey Fire can't burn,

and your horse.

How long?

I don't know.

A week.

Maybe more.

Where are you off to now?

To fulfill a dying wish.

[ominous music plays]

[eerie ethereal music plays]

[music ends]