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In a land of myth and a time of magic...

...the destiny of a great kingdom

...rests on the shoulders of a young man.

His name: Merlin.

King Rodor.

Princess Mithian.

You are as beautiful as they say.

- You, Odin, are a cold-blooded murderer. - Why have you done this?

You should choose your allies more carefully.

Any friend of Camelot is an enemy of mine.

So we divide the spoils as agreed.

Take whatever you wish.

Then what is your business here, Morgana?

I seek what's rightfully mine.

I seek the throne of Camelot. And for that, I need an army.

My army?

I believe they showed their mettle today.

And what do I receive in return for this service?

Arthur.

To do with as you wish.

Show yourselves.

Sir Leon.

It gladdens my heart to see you.

Princess Mithian.

My lady.

Quickly. You must get us to Gaius.

Merlin, bring blankets and build a fire.

Hurry now. We must keep her warm at all costs.

Will she be all right?

I feel it's too early to say.

- Thank you, Leon. You've done all you can. - Of course.

I'll have someone show you to your room.

- L will not leave my mistress. - She is in safe hands, I assure you.

She means everything to me.

If it were up to me--

- Please. - Gaius?

Very well. Make yourself comfortable. Merlin, give me a blanket.

Yes?

- How is she? - She is weak, and she's clearly exhausted...

-...but she will live. - Good.

- L will speak to her at once. - Actually, no.

- Excuse me? - She's not to be disturbed until morning.

- This is important. - And so is the health of the princess.

- Did you just give me an order? - Yes, sire.

- Feel good, does it? -It's not unpleasant.

Arthur?

To ride all through the night...

...something must have happened.

We'll know more in the morning. I'm sure.

Your magic may be strong, Morgana...

...but you can't keep this up for long. It's exhausting you.

Enough.

You just concentrate on making sure your friends believe your story.

They came at night...

...without warning.

We were unprepared.

We could not hold them.

This was three days ago, you say?

His men.

They showed no mercy.

He cut us down like...

...corn.

Odin has no care for the suffering he causes.

- And your father? - He was badly wounded.

But we managed to escape.

- Where is he now? - We made it almost as far as the border.

But he could not continue any further.

Odin's men will be searching for us.

It's only a matter of time before they find him.

I see.

My father is an old man.

He cannot fend for himself.

I have no one else to turn to but you, Arthur.

You're my only hope.

Mithian, I understand how you must be feeling...

...and I will do everything in my power to help you.

Thank you, my lord.

Rodor has taken refuge here...

...at the ancient tomb of King Lother three leagues from our border.

- Mithian can lead us there? - She's recovering well.

Now, our only chance of getting Rodor back is with speed and stealth...

...with just a small group of knights.

Could be over the border and back again in hours.

- Exactly. - Sire, if I may.

- Yes, Gaius? - Odin has long been after your blood.

If he finds out about this, you could have an entire army at your backs.

That's true. But Odin doesn't know where Rodor is and we do.

By the time he's realized what's happened we'll be long gone.

Now we'll camp overnight in the Forests of Gedref...

...and leave with the rising sun.

I'm sorry. I did knock.

No need to apologize.

Gaius sent me. I have a draft for the princess.

How thoughtful.

Thank you, Merlin.

Goodnight, then.

I would not test me if I were you.

You would not enjoy the consequences.

You've got something on your mind, Merlin?

I don't know. There's something not quite right with Mithian.

Should I go and see her?

No, it's not like that. it's not unwell.

- It's as if she's frightened of something. - Well, she's worried, Merlin.

She's worried about her father. It's only to be expected.

It's more than that. I can see fear in her eyes. it's not the Mithian I know.

The Mithian you knew was here in happier times.

It's not just Mithian. it's Hilda. There's something not right between them.

They've both been through a terrible ordeal, Merlin.

They've fled their home. Barely escaped with their lives.

It's not surprising that the strain has taken its toll.

Maybe.

Come on. We have work to do. We must pack up our supplies.

Arthur, why have you agreed to help Mithian?

Because Nemeth is our ally.

One small slip and Camelot could find itself without a king.

That's a risk I'm prepared to take.

For Nemeth or for yourself?

- What do you mean, for myself? -It was Odin who took your father's life.

You can't deny that you've been waiting for a chance to retaliate.

Whatever I feel about Odin has nothing to do with this.

- Really? - Absolutely not.

This is about helping our friends. No more. No less.

Good. I just wanted to be sure.

Well, you were right to ask. I rely on your honesty, Guinevere. And I love you for it.

Seems your daughter is not just a pretty face, Rodor.

Arthur is preparing to depart Camelot.

Tell the men to make ready.

The tomb of a king.

A fitting end to Arthur's journey...

...don't you think?

You lead an honorable man to his death, Odin.

You're no king.

You're little more than a common criminal.

Arthur is the criminal.

He proved that when he murdered my son.

No.

- Looking for someone? - No, I was just--

Did you really imagine you could go to Arthur...

-...behind my back? - You're mistaken.

- L was just-- -if you betray me again...

...I'll bury your father alive.

- Understand? - Yes.

Yes. Please, make it stop.

- Is everything all right? - Get up.

Slowly.

The princess was feeling a little faint, that's all.

We were just getting some air.

Well, I hope you're feeling better now.

Much better. Thank you.

We won't detain you any further, my lady.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Sleep well.

Sire? Wait.

- What is it? - This mission, sire--

-ls too dangerous, so I shouldn't go. - Yeah. You're thinking the same thing?

No. I'm thinking that's exactly what you always say.

But here I am. Two legs, two arms, my own teeth.

I've got a funny feeling that there's something we're missing.

- Something we don't know. - But you can't say what exactly?

- No. - No.

Maybe we should delay the mission...

...until we have all the facts at our disposal.

Fine. Oh, go and tell Princess Mithian...

...that we've decided to let her father die because you have a funny feeling.

I didn't think so.

How did you get that?

L--

I was bound by Odin's men...

-...before I escaped. - I'm sorry.

I didn't realize that.

it's a very painful memory.

I'm sure she'd rather not dwell on it.

Of course. I understand.

Doesn't make sense. Mithian told Arthur that she had escaped.

She never said anything about being captured.

She was in shock, Merlin.

Sir, that's quite an important detail to leave out of your story.

- Why would she lie? - Because.

She didn't want me to know how she got that burn on her wrist.

Gaius, there's something not right here.

Have to reach the border by nightfall. Let's move out.

Arthur...

...are you sure this is the right thing to be doing?

Ah. Your funny feeling again, is it?

Something like that.

- Have you been talking to Guinevere? - No. Why do you ask?

Did she have doubts about you rescuing Rodor?

Odin is a plague on this land.

Can't just stand by and let him murder Mithian's father...

...as he murdered my own. -l know what he did.

God knows I understand why you hate him.

But to risk so much for one small act of revenge.

Tell me, Merlin.

If you were me, if you were in my shoes...

...would you do any different?

Probably not.

Gaius!

All right.

Just breathe in. That's it.

I'm fine.

Of course.

I just want to be sure all the same.

Oh. That's really not necessary.

Hilda, if you're unwell, you must let Gaius help you.

Only if you insist.

Well, no obvious problems that I can find.

You're in excellent health, Hilda.

Thank you, Gaius.

In better shape than me at any rate.

Merlin, it's amazing.

Her blood.

It flows with the strength and vigor of someone half her age.

How is that possible?

I'm not entirely sure.

All I know is she's better preserved...

...than anyone her age has any right to be.

Going somewhere?

I need to wash.

Do I need to remind you what fate awaits your father...

...should you try anything foolish?

I need to wash. That's all.

Don't be long.

Sire?

- Have the outriders returned? - Yes, sire.

They report large numbers of Odin's men patrolling just beyond the border.

They're looking for Rodor.

Sir, we have but few.

If we're seen, there'll be no escape. Would it not be wise to remain here until--

Out of the question. Time's a luxury we don't have.

But we have good cover.

With any luck, the patrols will pass us by soon enough, and--

We press on for Nemeth. Make ready to depart.

Princess.

- Good morning, Merlin. - Can I help you with something?

I hope so.

I need this refilling, please.

No need. Here. Have mine.

I'd prefer my own if you don't mind.

Not at all.

Thank you.

Merlin?

Here!

He's here.

- What happened? - Hilda found him.

He was down by the river. He must have fallen.

- Gaius? - He's taken a heavy blow to the head.

But he'll be all right?

He should be fine, sire. But there's no telling when he'll regain consciousness.

We can't wait for him.

Not if we're to stand a chance of reaching Rodor before Odin's men.

Gwaine? You stay here with Merlin and Gaius.

The rest of us make for Nemeth.

I warned you there'd be consequences if you tried anything.

He should have come around by now.

It's unusual, certainly.

Just a blow to the head, you say?

There's nothing to suggest anything more.

On the outside at least.

- He's getting cold. Better get more firewood. - I'll be right back.

The tomb lies just east of the river.

We're about to cross the Camelot border into Nemeth.

This is Odin's land now.

So stay alert.

Come on, Merlin.

Please, Merlin.

That's all I have.

Let it be enough.

Merlin.

Gaius.

Hilda. it's Morgana.

Morgana?

She's been using some kind of aging spell.

That explains why she's always so tired.

Mithian tried to warn me, but I couldn't get to Arthur in time.

- Morgana got to me first. - Yes, and very nearly killed you, Merlin.

Yes.

She didn't count on a sorcerer of your power now did she?

Indeed. But please, Merlin.

Don't make me do that again.

I'm not sure my heart can take it.

Merlin!

We need to get to Arthur. He walking straight into a trap.

You sure of the way?

Yes. We're not far now.

If we keep heading east, the tomb lies just ahead.

They're traveling east. Maybe an hour ahead of us.

We don't have that much time.

- Is that it? - Yes.

- We should find my father inside. - Let's go then.

Hey, hey. This way.

Leon, Elyan, stand watch with the others. Percival, you're with me.

The burial chamber lies just ahead.

The end of that tunnel.

Odin's men.

I don't understand. Where's your father?

He's not here.

Then where is he?

Arthur, I--

What wrong have I done you?

Arthur Pendragon. At last.

I've waited many years for this moment.

You killed my son.

You took what was most precious from me.

And now you will pay the forfeit.

And not a moment too soon.

You are not alone in having waited for this moment, Odin.

Appearances can be deceiving, dear brother.

Morgana.

And now you will pay the forfeit.

My father's life.

That wasn't enough?

No.

So be it.

But understand this, Odin.

You kill me...

...and you'll have all of Camelot to answer to.

Camelot is nothing without its king.

Then you don't know my knights.

They will hunt you.

And they will find you.

And they will not rest until they're done.

I will deal with your knights soon enough.

But now, your time has come.

We're too late.

Not if we even out the numbers.

- Sounds good to me. - I'll look for Arthur.

Good luck.

- Merlin? - Hurry, this way!

Now!

This way.

Don't look so surprised. I commanded an army in my time.

And you will do so again.

Leave me.

- That won't happen. You're why we're here. - Leave me. Save Mithian.

- Follow the ridge line. - What about you?

- We'll lead them the other way. - No.

This is between me and Odin. You need no further part.

No!

I want to do this myself!

Arthur! Stop.

Think about what you're doing.

What good will this achieve?

How many times have you talked about uniting this land?

Will killing this man make that dream any closer?

He's right.

This is no answer.

Finish it.

- Finish it and be done. - And what then?

Your people will seek their revenge.

A war without an end.

- There is no other way. - There is another way.

In return for your life...

...you must restore Rodor to the throne of Nemeth.

Even if I agreed, it solves nothing.

- What about us, Pendragon? - A truce...

-...binding our kingdoms to peace. - Never.

Is this what you want?

To die here, now, knowing that you condemned this land to war?

Odin, you cannot let it end like this.

The blood will never wash off.

You killed my son.

You killed my father.

We've both lost much at the other's hand. Let us lose no more.

I am offering you the chance to end this.

Take it.

Take it.

So be it.

A truce...

...it is.

Your wounds are painful, sire, but superficial.

You will heal in good time.

Thank you, Gaius.

Odin has withdrawn his army from Nemeth and its lands.

All thanks to you.

Well, everyone played their part.

I know I played mine.

- Arthur... - Mithian.

You don't need to apologize.

You had no choice.

I'd have done the same, had it been my father.

Camelot is fortunate to have a king such as you.

It's I that's fortunate.

Camelot would be nothing were it not for the courage and loyalty of its friends.

You could've killed Odin, you had every reason.

You did something more important...

...you gave the people of this land hope for the future.

I'm proud of you.

Merlin should take some of the credit.

Turns out he's not always entirely stupid.

Is that a compliment?

Don't tell him, whatever you do, I'll never hear the end of it.

It seems that things turned out well after all.

To sign a treaty with Odin is a great achievement...

...and it brings a united kingdom one step closer.

Not while Morgana lives and breathes, it doesn't. It doesn't.

Her power grows, Gaius.

To have held an aging spell that long, that's frightening.

Be that as it may...

...she is not yet your equal.

And if that day should come?

Let us hope it does not.

Merlin.

This is the judgment of the gods against you.

Merlin!