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Your face.

The witch ran. She turned the wood against me.

Was she running toward the sun or away from?

Toward Hawksbridge.

I want checkpoints from Hawksbridge to Gramaire.

Faith.

Faith...

is the roof upon the house of God.

Any imperfection in the stone or in the wood, and the rain gets in.

It trickles down the walls.

It rots and festers

and spreads...

until the house falls down.

Mercy...

- was the imperfection here... - Get away!

...and charity for the enemy.

No.

No, you...

No!

You were led astray, my child.

You were all led astray.

This is war.

And in war, there can be no mercy.

Only contempt for the enemy...

and an iron faith in the cleansing fire of God.

Will you be that soldier, my child?

Yes, Father.

Good girl.

- Move yourself! - Please.

Abbess.

-Don't! -Hey! No, no, no.

Come on!

Move!

- No! - Just come inside!

Take me. I want to be a Red Paladin.

You think you're hiding?

You think you're smart?

You've traveled upwind.

Easy for dogs.

You've walked through the branches and not the seam of the green.

You've led me right to you.

Born in the dawn...

To pass in the twilight.

Hurry now.

In the wagon.

You're not my only stop today.

We found them this morning.

Snake Clan.

They must have run all the way from Harrow's Pond.

Hundred miles.

Woods are full of Fey survivors.

The paladins keep us busy.

It's all right.

I won't hurt you.

My wife, Clothilde.

And I am Dizier.

Nimue.

This is all scad.

Well, that's all that bit.

I can't make pottage with scad.

Get back out there, Aaron, and bring back some cod.

I'm tired, Mum.

Oh, my poor dear.

Are you?

I'm going.

Pym?

Pym.

What's happened?

Sky Folk?

Yes.

We're becoming expert.

Leather traders by day, Fey smugglers by night.

Morgana sent you.

How do you know her?

Morgana helped build the Fey Underground.

First to smuggle Fey through Yvoire Abbey.

She's a key figure in the Resistance.

There's a Resistance?

Small but growing. Deep in the wood.

Survivors are gathering,

leaving signs for others in the trees and the rocks.

A refuge.

They call it Nemos.

We'll take you there.

No, I have to go to Gramaire.

- Morgana said you could take-- - Gramaire?

No.

From here to the Minotaur is crawling with Red Paladins.

Gramaire is not safe.

I have no choice.

Someone I thought was my friend turned out to be a thief and a liar.

And he will live to regret it.

This is no time for blood debts.

We're talking life and death, child.

But so am I.

What he stole is vital to the survival of the Fey.

I know that sounds...

Look, this... this is my burden, not yours.

If you just drop me here, I can find my own way.

What is this item?

I will not say.

Even if I told you, you would not believe me.

We can get you close.

It's very dangerous for you out there.

Hudram!

Gramaire!

Gramaire?

Thank you.

The mysterious Nimue.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Put it there.

Mum. Mum!

Come inside.

See? It's Pym, Mum.

The girl from the river who sells the nets.

The one I told you about.

What's happened to her?

She won't say.

Can't be good if she's hiding in the traps.

She's Fey Kind, ain't she?

Dunno. Does it matter?

'Course it matters! I don't want anything to do with her.

-We can't send her back out there. -Instead, what?

Have the Red Brothers find her here? They'll burn us too.

I won't send her out.

If she's not gone by tomorrow's first light,

I'll turn her over to the paladins myself.

You won't!

It's Pym's home now too, Mother.

-Because we're going to be married. -Sorry, I, uh... didn't quite catch that?

That's right. We've pledged our troth in the eyes of God,

nothing will change that. She's as good as your own daughter now.

Your own Christian daughter.

You're gonna regret this, boy.

-Married? We can't get married. -Meant to be, ain't it?

Fate has swept you to my door.

-No. -You will have me, won't you?

Won't you?

My Minnow.

Oh, gods.

Does that help your memory?

I told you, it's a family sword.

Eh...

Whoa!

- Let us pass, brothers. - Turn around.

We're to shut off the roads to Gramaire. Orders of the Weeping Monk.

Seems the Wolf-Blood Witch has been hiding at Yvoire Abbey.

- Did they get her? - Not yet.

But she won't get far.

She doesn't have the sword.

We might have the bloke in the back who nicked it.

Is that it?

Give it here, and we'll deliver it to Father Carden.

Ah, piss off.

We'll bring it to Father Carden. You stand in the road all night.

Looks like the walls are closing in on you, boy.

Merlin, my dear friend.

Have my Afflicted mistreated you?

That is unacceptable.

Think nothing of it.

I am honored by the audience, Lord Rugen.

The honor is mine.

Drink, Merlin. That grape is the new favorite.

Your royal nose might detect hints of cherry

and Arabic spices.

You are a man of culture, as always.

And yet your lips are still dry.

Just letting it breathe.

Tell me, what are you hearing about this priest from the south?

- Carden? - Hmm...

Carden's bad for business.

The roads are empty.

Merchants won't travel.

His eunuchs round up my beggars

and use them as firewood in his torch fields.

And your sovereign...

does nothing!

Well, the king desires more time to assess the situation

before deciding on a course.

He's pissing his breeches, you mean.

I trust you felt the recent storm.

Uh-huh.

And know what has been found.

That which you claimed was destroyed...

the Sword of Power.

It's only a matter of time before Uther learns of the sword

and unleashes all the power at his command to acquire it.

So we must be first.

To prevent another terrible War of the Sword,

we, the Shadow Lords, must possess the Sword of Power.

And, of course, you wish to claim it for yourself.

No.

There was a time once, perhaps,

but that time has passed.

No, Rugen,

I'm determined the sword find its way to you.

To me...

you say?

And not to Uther Pendragon?

Is it a question of his lineage?

His temperament?

Or is it because he has cast you out?

It's not quite that he has--

Perhaps Uther has finally realized what we have long suspected...

...that you have lost your magic.

Why would I dignify such idle gossip?

That is not a denial.

It's true, I'm no longer welcome in Uther's court.

So you've come to me, begging.

You have me at a disadvantage.

Seize that opportunity.

There's a reason why five centuries of kings

have sought the counsel of Merlin the Magician.

With me at your side,

and the Sword of the First Kings in your scabbard,

your empire will rival Alexander's.

Till you stab me in the back...

the same way you've betrayed all the others.

You are a slippery old snake,

aren't you?

High praise...

coming from you.

As a token of good faith,

I've brought you a humble offering.

Just a little something for your...

esteemed collection.

Is that the torque?

The very one she wore around her neck when she led the Iceni into battle.

Shall we go and put it on her?

Lord.

Iris, why are you skulking like that?

- Why didn't she kill you? - What?

The witch. She just hit you with a rock

instead of stringing you up like Brother Odo.

I never asked her.

I just ran away.

-Why would she let you live? -Iris, please.

Did she touch you when she struck you?

Did you touch her?

I don't know what you're going on about.

I don't know.

In the Book of Matthew, demons possess the pig farmer.

And when he touches the pigs, the demons enter them,

and the pigs run off the cliff.

-Did she touch you? -No, she didn't.

I loved you, Igraine.

Iris, I know this was all very frightening,

but it's over now.

You let the snake into this house.

It must have seduced you somehow.

Corrupted you.

Maybe the Lord can understand what you're talking about,

but I certainly can't.

Now, get along with your chores,

or you'll be stirring the lye vats for a week.

Of course, Sister Igraine.

We are going to Nemos.

Nemos?

I'd like to go there someday.

What's your name, little one?

Tell her your name.

Amvri.

Amvri.

I like that name.

Rider!

Nimue, change places with me. Quick! Quick!

Please. Very little time.

Very little time.

No sound, please. Shh!

Stay calm. Show no fear.

State your business.

Leather goods.

And this is your own family?

My wife, Clothilde,

and my niece, Johanna.

You've reached the border of Gramaire. Gates a few miles on.

No! No!

No, please!

Please! Please!

Have mercy on me.

These caravans are run by a man named Dizier.

Drives a wagon full of leather goods.

Go.

How many?

Just one.

A Tusk.

Still,

another smuggler off the road.

I found something else.

They're in the trees...

and on the ground.

- What are they? - Directions.

To where?

I only have pieces.

Somewhere north. Toward the Minotaur.

A sanctuary.

The caravans, they move one, two at a time, but...

this...

This is where we'll find them all.

You will pay for your wickedness!

Burn her!

- Burn! - Burn her!

Burn the heathen witch!

No!

She'll do.

- Burn her! - Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Burn the witch!

Burn! Burn to pieces!

Behold the Demon of Dewdenn!

Scum.

Look at her devil horns!

Horns she chopped off so that she could hide amongst you.

Her mother was the Chief Witch of Dewdenn.

Nimue.

And though we cut the head of that snake, her spawn survived.

The Wolf-Blood Witch.

She is the demon who killed one of our dear brothers.

But his sacrifice was not in vain.

For today this witch will know the cleansing power of God.

Liar!

No!

Burn her!

Burn, witch!

Burn her! Burn her!

Sorry.

Didn't quite get that.

I said you hit like my nana, Bonny.

You're not very smart, are you?

To be fair, you're the one's burned a cross in his head, Bonny, not me.

My name is not Bonny.

Approaching camp, get the prisoner ready.

Do you know where you're headed, you sad fool?

In a short while, we'll be at Brother Salt's kitchens.

You don't forget the smell of those kitchens.

Or the sounds.

All those men crying and begging to be killed.

So just tell me where you got the sword, and we can end this quickly.

You remind me of Bonny.

I shared a cell with Bonny three jobs back.

We nicked a sheep from a royal wood.

See, Bonny was Hungarian,

liked to cook lamb pies.

So we had a bit of wine, worked up an appetite,

and I wanted one of those pies.

So we killed the sheep.

But the knight who owned the sheep, they called him the Clipper,

because he liked to snip the ears off thieves in his wood.

You're wasting valuable time, son.

I like my ears.

I was scared.

But Bonny never broke a sweat.

Showed me a patch of gums.

And God's truth,

pulls out an iron pick from a false tooth for just such occasions.

Oi! We need him alive!

He's gone!

Gaston! He's escaping!

He's escaping!

The reliquary of Septimus the Younger.

Pigeon-blood rubies.

Mined only in the Mughal Mountains.

You know your gems.

I have yearned to see this famed treasure hall.

The Chalice of Ceridwen.

The witch that offered it to me claimed it was the Grail.

Of course you and I know different.

May I?

Lit by rare Fey Fire.

The very flame that forged the Sword of Power.

Fey Fire?

How luxurious.

A treasure in itself.

Nothing but the best for us, eh, Merlin?

You are complete again, Boudicca.

Isn't she beautiful?

In life, even more so.

Flowing red hair.

Skin white as milk.

Tell me, Merlin,

did you ever...

That's a conversation best had over wine.

Nemos?

Shh! No, child. Soon.

Stay inside.

I wish there was some way I could repay you.

Survive.

That will be payment enough.

I'm getting good at that.

You're quite a serious person.

My mother would disagree with you.

Really?

She thought I was reckless,

careless,

thoughtless.

And now she's gone, I'm proving it.

This is not true.

She gave me a very important job, and I've failed already.

A dying wish?

Yet here you are,

alone, afraid,

headed toward the danger, not away from it,

to answer this wish.

A mother knows her child.

I wish I knew her.

She left me with so many questions.

Listen to the Hidden, and you will hear her voice.

Nimue...

any mother would treasure a daughter like you.

Gramaire!

This is as far as we can take you.

It's not too late to reconsider.

Keep to the left of the river.

Head straight into the greenwood at the beginning of the rock ridge.

After a few miles' walking, there's a clearing.

You'll find us there.

I can't thank you both enough.

We'll meet again soon.

- Ooh! - No. It's not safe.

Little one, inside. Inside, please.

Be brave, Amvri.

I'll be back soon.

Better to be safe, yes?

I believe in the Holy Spirit, who proceeds from the Father and the Son,

who, through the Father and the Son, is adored and glorified,

who has spoken through the prophets...

Give me a sign that I may do your will.

I beg you.

I beg you.

I beg you!

I beg you!

I beg you! I beg--

I put some woolen hose in with your linens.

It's important to keep the feet dry, no matter how wet it gets,

so don't forget to air them out every once in a while.

Oh, and there's some tooth powder, with rosemary and cinnamon.

You might be a fugitive, but that's no excuse to neglect your gums.

What would I do without you, Celia?

Live.

This place.

It's the only home I've ever really known.

Our home.

Didn't I once write our initials on one of the stones down here?

Yes.

In runes.

Oh. The water must have washed it away.

No. I did.

I don't know what scared me more,

that someone might see our initials together like that

or the fact that you wrote them in the language of the fairies.

They prefer to be called the Fey.

Of course you'd know that.

You always had one eye out there, on the world.

-This place was never big enough for you. -Come with me.

-Morgana-- -Why not?

There's nothing to keep you here.

Nothing but what you said yourself.

This is home.

And what about Iris?

Iris is a sad and angry child who needs guidance and faith.

She's more than that, and you know it. She's dangerous.

Out there is dangerous.

Born in the dawn...

To pass in the twilight.

Burn her!

Start them young. Training swords for the kids.

Start them young.

Training swords. Start them young. Training swords for the kids.

You lost?

I wish to see the lord of the castle.

Is Lord Ector expecting you?

No, but I know his nephew, Arthur.

What did you say your name was?

I...

Sorry to bother you.

Hold on.

Hey.

Nimue.

Nimue.

Thank the gods you're safe.

You lying bastard.

Where's my sword?

The paladins have it.

-That's all I have for you. -They what?

Don't act surprised. You knew what I was.

I didn't.

This is me.

This is Arthur.

The thief. The liar.

Let's be done with each other.

All right?

I'm sorry we met.

You will be sorry if you keep walking away.

-Where is it? -I told you, it's gone.

-They bloody have it. -Where did they go?

We can't do this here.

Do you think I care? I will burn just to see you hang.

They headed north.

I got free, and they turned around.

-I lost 'em in the forest a few hours ago. -Show me where.

No, I won't. This is over.

No, it's not over!

Show me where.

And the Wolf-Blood Witch? The one they burned?

My money, she's smuggled down the Beggar's Coast.

They burned that one for Rome.

Nah. I reckon she's heading to Gramaire.

-All the roads are closed. -They're putting a lot of bodies on this.

Oi!

Oh! Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Next time, we make you eat it.

Okay.

Great!

Oh, gods!

When you've got haircuts like that, makes you mad at the world.

You all right?

Yeah.

Uh... no, actually, my...

...my back is...

Sorry, could you just give me a...

Sorry about the fish guts.

Well, no shame in hard work.

Yeah.

So are you from Hawksbridge, or are you just...

A bit further north.

Oh, you're a raider?

No, no. Just a simple trader.

Minnow?

Oh, gods.

-Is that your fella? -No.

Minnow, can you help me with the catch?

Don't know who that is.

Best get along, Minnow.

But that was always the way with Charlemagne.

I told him it was a mistake to trust the Church,

that eventually, they'd get ideas of their own

and try to overrule him.

But did he listen to me?

No.

No, no, no!

See, that's the problem with these mortal kings.

They always think they know better.

Bloody fools.

Whoever tells them what they wanna hear, that's who they believe.

Fools, yes.

But no more.

No longer will we dance for them or soothe them with pretty lies.

Our alliance will topple their false God.

And we shall be their lords once more!

Blast the gods, Merlin!

Oh, dear. Oh, I'm sorry.

Let me just...

You are drunk.

And you're surprisingly fit.

Pathetic.

Let him sleep it off.

We'll see if I still have use for him in the morning.

I lost them further east.

There are people waiting for me. I have to tell them.

We don't have a horse.

This is madness.

It's just a sword, Nimue. Is it worth your life?

Yes, it is!

It's worth your life too.

No.

You don't wanna see that.

Where's the little girl?

Nimue.

Nimue!

Get under those arms. You smell like pig shit.

Well, don't sit so close to the saddle, and you won't mind how I smell, princess.

Help me.

Give me your power.

Huh? What?

Take this to Merlin.

Nimue.

Nimue!

Nimue!

Nimue.

Nimue. Please.

Gods! Please!

That's it.

Just breathe.

Get away from me!

Where is it?

-Where's my sword? -Here.

It's right here.

Where are you going?

- Oh! - Nimue. Stop!

Leave me alone.

-Are you hurt? -Just go.

I won't.

-Go! -You'll die out here alone.

Is that what you think?

We both have paladin blood on our hands now.

We'll both be hunted.

We need to find shelter, allies.

Then I'll go.

I don't need your help.

You did back there when I saved your bloody life!

Look, staying here is...

Amvri?

It's okay.

You're safe.

They're gone. They're gone. Come here.

It's okay.

Come here.

It's okay.

We need to get her someplace safe.

Aye.

And where is that?

Nimue.

This is Old Fey.

Mother taught me these symbols.

This means "to the west."

And this means "follow."

Now, this...

This is a message.

She taunts you, my son.

She taunts you with your dead brothers.

Let us pray.

We pray...

for the lost souls...

of our fallen brothers, Almighty Father.

We beg thee purge us of our weaknesses,

skin us of our mercy.

Send a heavenly flame

to cleanse our corrupted hearts.

And should you deem us unworthy,

send us your purest soldier,

your avenging angel.

I want all my children searching for the sword.

If we find it first, we don't need...

My keys.

Merlin.

He wants the Fey Fire.

Bring me his eyes and his lying tongue.

Widow!

Where's your horse?

- Where are we? - Nemos.

We're home.