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Send word to Father Carden.

Tell him I've found the camp.

Ride fast.

Return with numbers. Go.

Yes, brother.

Why wasn't I told about this?

I thought it was your idea.

They rode all night from Rue Gorge.

In his condition?

I do not like him bringing outsiders here.

Nimue.

This is Druna.

Druna's a smuggler.

A pretty queen.

Silks, spices,

- and people. - There are three ships.

Arrive in maybe six days.

I can move your people.

To Byzantium.

What about the Fey still in hiding? The other villages? We can't run now.

We can't feed who we have.

You have the sword. We have seen what you can do with it.

And it left me weakened, drained.

My power has limits.

There are Fey of ten clans here. Think of what we could save.

Their cultures. Languages.

You could start over.

We have no gold to pay you.

The Red Paladins are thieves and liars.

They play pure, then they take bribes and steal my cargo.

I'm happy to hurt them.

You said six days?

You are not considering this?

I promised them I would protect them.

I have to consider this.

There are still survivors out there.

Villages that need our protection.

Cora, I know.

But as it is, we can't even feed who we have.

Why are we to trust him?

Because he's earned it.

In blood.

They're coming!

- Who is? - The Weeping Monk.

Red Paladins. I don't know how many.

They know where we are.

-How far? -A day's hike.

-Maybe sooner. -We need to fortify our defenses.

Fortify our...

We can't stay here.

-They'll smoke us out like rats. -Can the ships come any sooner?

They'll take longer, if anything.

So we need at least six days' shelter.

I need maps here!

The first city beyond Moycraig...

is Gramaire.

Would your uncle help us?

Not in the best of times.

Besides, I was told that the Red Paladins have taken Gramaire.

- And your uncle? - Let him rot.

As long as the paladins occupy Gramaire,

they have endless food and supplies to wage war on us in the hills.

We'll never survive.

So... we take it back.

Take what back?

Take Gramaire?

Even a holding force, we'd be outnumbered.

Four, five to one.

An hour ago, you were ready to take on the king's army.

Yes, but this--

We are out of food and space.

Now we're out of time.

We would only have to keep it for six days.

Time to rest.

Recover.

Resupply.

Look, this is our only chance at survival.

- They won't dare suspect it. - Because...

well, it's bloody mad.

Have you thought about how to do this?

They want the Wolf-Blood Witch.

So let's give her to them.

You have heard the truth from Lady Cacher,

the midwife who delivered the dead heir

and paid in gold for the false king.

Uther Pendragon

is a fraud and a liar!

Spread her words.

Every man, woman, and child

should know the rot that lords on over from on high!

False king!

Usurper!

False king!

Cacher's testimony is spreading.

Soon the militias will turn your way,

softening the soil all the way to Castle Pendragon.

The midwife serves you well.

She does.

Now, what does she cost?

The safety of one Fey girl.

That's it?

That's it.

Does this girl have a name?

Nimue.

Mm.

What is she to you, Druid?

To me?

Not very much.

It would be a promise kept.

For a moment, I thought the dreaded Merlin had a human heart after all.

Don't you worry.

I will consider your request.

But for now, how's your appetite?

I hear northern venison is superb.

Watch him carefully, brother.

What are they doing here?

We have a guest from the south.

I think we will all have much to discuss.

Come.

So, let us feast.

Prior to your interference,

we had Merlin in check,

the Sword of Power within our grasp,

and now we have neither.

Only this...

nonsense...

...of midwives and usurpers.

There are mobs chanting this.

Tell us this is just one of Merlin's foolish parlor tricks.

Tell us!

I was never meant to raise children.

You see,

I was meant to rule.

That was my talent.

Queen Mother to all my subjects.

But in this pathetic world of men with their foolish bloodlines

and antiquated rules, that wasn't meant to be.

I was relegated to make you king.

And it would seem I've failed in that one simple task.

-Mother-- -But I'm not, you see.

I am not your mother, Uther.

I assure you,

my true son

would be made of finer steel.

You are not the true king.

I bought you.

I claimed you as my own.

I placed you on the seat of power.

You have...

ruined us.

I may not be your mother, Uther,

but I shall always be the Queen Mother.

Now, you will do exactly as I say,

and you will forge alliances as I instruct,

and only then will you weather this storm.

Tear us down,

and you will suffer

as we suffer.

I do not wish to be your enemy.

Nor do I fear it.

My paladins cleansed these lands.

I bring them to you as an offering.

Is this how it works here?

The Church tells kings which lands they own

and what to do with them?

A king guided by Rome

has the power of God behind them.

A king guided by Fey wisdom as offered by a Druid

suffers the fate of Uther.

Now, I've got it.

Your accent.

That's the town of Dunrow talking, isn't it, Carden?

You have a good ear.

Mm.

Not exactly known for its bishops, though, is it?

Dunrow?

I assume your father worked the mines?

And his father before him.

I had a different call.

Ah! Get off it, Carden.

You didn't see God in the Church.

You saw an exit from that nothing town you crawled out of.

The clergy took you,

but the Pope didn't.

You couldn't buy your way in,

so now you offer blood and ash.

Your paladins have grown and are feared throughout this land.

And yet you remain here, instead of Rome.

There speaks a man...

with neither faith nor country.

The Church and their Trinity Guard have great power, my king.

None of it is sitting here.

Merlin twists the truth

to complicate a simple choice, Your Highness.

Are you for the Fey,

or are you for the Church?

I am for...

myself, priest.

No other.

As it should be, Your Highness.

But know...

that in a few hours, at sunrise,

the choice will be taken out of your hands.

The Lord's fire

will purge the last remaining Fey from existence.

Advance.

There's no one here!

- There's nothing. - No one!

There's nothing.

Find them.

Scour the wood. They can't have gotten far.

There's no sign of them. No one.

Burn it all.

Torch it!

Torch it all!

Brother.

The Wolf-Blood Witch.

The Wolf-Blood Witch!

The Wolf-Blood Witch! To arms!

To arms!

The witch is upon us!

Assemble the guards!

Make ready!

Come on!

Step aside! Out of the way!

Make way there!

Move! Move there!

Clear the way!

Move!

Make way for the paladins!

There is no escape, witch.

Surrender your arms.

Did you not hear me?

Surrender your arms!

Send in another wave.

Did you not hear me?

Send in more men!

The witch! The witch!

The witch! She's there!

Witch!

Draw your weapons. She has powers!

Keep your eyes open!

She is unclean!

Surrender your arms!

Or meet the fate of your brothers in the wood!

Leave her!

-What's going to happen? -Witch!

Vallus shall serve your head to Rome

on a spear.

May the Lord keep us.

Kill her!

Duplicitous whore!

- Are you scared to fight her? - Kill the dark witch!

Come on, witch.

- Fight me. - That's right!

She has ungodly powers!

Come on, Vallus!

- Quickly, now. - Come now!

Kill the witch, Vallus.

Yes!

Nothing there, brothers.

There's nothing to fear here, brothers. Nothing.

What you see is a child.

Finish her! Finish her!

Nothing!

Come on!

Now you see!

Brothers, you see,

she is but flesh and bone.

Please. Give me your power.

Give me your strength.

I beg you.

Drop your arms!

Leave your swords, and you will be allowed to live!

Death to the Fey!

Stay back!

Anyone else think they can outrun a Faun archer?

Tell Carden the Green Knight and the Wolf-Blood Witch

send their regards!

Run, brothers!

- Fey Kind! - Fey Kind!

Fey at the gates!

She'll be all right, child. Go back to your clan now.

Go on.

Nimue.

I... I'm here.

I'm here, Nimue. Open your eyes.

Pym?

Am I dead?

No, you idiot. I lived.

Come here.

Oh, sorry.

Hey.

I saw you. They... they took you.

I know. I know. When the arrows came, I ran.

I ran all night.

Then I fell in with the raiders,

and we ended up here in the paladin dungeons.

And you... you made it. You're here. How are you here with Arthur?

Quit yapping like goats.

Respect the sick and dying.

That's a Moon Wing.

A mean one.

Can you walk?

Uh...

- Nimue? - What?

Oh. Uh...

Yes. Yes, I think I can walk.

Good. I need your help.

Arthur.

Aunt Marion.

Uncle.

-Where's your stolen sword? -I'm not here to fight.

Oh?

What are you here for?

-For a hero's greeting? -I'm here to tell you Gramaire is free.

Free, are we?

You declared war on the Church on my behalf.

I didn't expect a "thank you."

But you deserve one, so thank you, Arthur.

We'll be here six days,

and then move on.

We hear them talking.

They're calling this girl the Fey Queen.

You don't follow a queen.

You follow a peasant with a target on her back.

-You speak of her a-- -Arthur, no.

You could never hope to understand.

Nor would I wish to.

You can tell this Fey Queen...

I will speak with her.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Seek the dead man who stands outside the Bell Tower.

Um...

When they used to bring the sick into the convent, I... I would...

I just thought I could be of some assistance.

Don't think about what they are.

Help them pass peacefully.

The Hidden work through you,

and I thought... I thought Lenore, she was a true healer,

and so maybe you can do something for him.

But, Pym, I...

I've never healed anyone before.

And...

And I'm weak. I...

I... I barely even feel it right now after the forest.

I'll try.

Dof.

Dof.

This is Nimue.

She's the friend I was telling you about.

She's here to help.

He's beyond my help.

-I'm so sorry, Pym. -No, it's my fault.

Come on!

Dof.

Dof, Sigurd is with you now.

He'll protect you. Okay?

Can you feel it?

Minnow.

Yes?

For you.

No. No, you need it more than me. I...

I want you to have it.

Protect you.

Thank you.

Thank you for saving me.

Minnow.

You know I don't like that name, Dof.

What is your name?

It's Pym.

I know it sounds funny.

-Yeah. -Funny.

My Pym.

I like it.

Dof? Dof?

Dof? Dof? Dof? No! Nimue, please help me.

Dof.

Dof?

Pym, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

Come on.

Dof would brain me from Valhalla if I took that.

It's yours.

Fey Queen.

We thank you for giving us our freedom.

You've earned the thanks of the Red Spear.

By the gods, we need friends.

You wake us early.

You march us to the middle of nowhere.

For what?

For whom.

To beat a devil,

you must make a deal with one.

Milady, Regent.

Your Majesty.

It would seem...

we have a mutual problem.

The eldest returns.

Tell.

The midwife plays her part.

The crowds believe her.

The first villages fell in line with ease.

And the others?

On the road, by the time we reached the fourth or fifth city,

word had preceded us.

But in the last two towns, something...

troubling.

Witchcraft troubles you?

That's a person, Father.

The symbol of the Wolf-Blood Witch,

the new Fey Queen.

She's called Nimue.

Ah...

Merlin's Fey girl.

He wants her alive and a friend to this court

as payment for the midwife.

Father, she wields the Sword of Power.

With it, she's taken the city of Gramaire from the paladins.

They say even humans now bow to her, and call her--

I am the king of this land,

not some peasant witch!

This girl,

perhaps a few weeks ago, she could have surrendered to you,

been a ward of the court,

the way the Red Spear--

We don't speak of her!

I don't mean to upset you,

but by possessing the Sword of the First King,

this Nimue makes a claim to what is rightfully yours.

She cannot be welcome here.

She must be conquered.

And the Sword of Power should be wielded

by you alone.

Ah! Here she is,

the Queen of the Fey.

Sorry to disturb you, my queen.

This man demanded that you come before him.

Demanded?

Lord Ector,

I'm sorry we have not spoken sooner.

I thank you for this sanctuary.

Well, it was not offered, milady.

It was taken.

I had not finished.

True, it was taken.

But I assure you, until we leave here, you are welcome as our guest...

-Hmm. -...in Gramaire.

Once we have our safe passage,

the town will be returned to you.

But until then,

you are in my seat.

You heard her.

Did you devise this humiliation, Arthur?

You will address our queen.

Gods, you're all just children.

I have no argument with your kind

and no love of Red Paladins,

but do you truly think you're safe here?

Hmm?

Do any of you?

You were safer in your caves and trees

or wherever the hell you were hiding.

We were starving.

You'll starve here too,

but only if you're lucky.

You've doomed yourselves

and all of Gramaire with you.

I hope you're happy.

Enjoy your brief reign...

Queen of the Fey.

Can I sit on it?

Manners, boy.

Ow!

What news?

In the light of the new day, our count has come up short.

We're missing a dozen Fey, maybe more.

Some sick, some children.

A convoy of refugees that should have arrived hours ago.

On their own,

ripe targets for paladin patrols.

Form a search party.

With your permission, I will join the hunt.

May I go?

If the Green Knight allows it.

Well...

...alone at last.

It... it suits you.

Don't be silly.

I don't know what possessed me.

Your uncle has a way of getting under the skin.

You're still weak.

I know.

It's all right.

Your hand?

It's... it's nothing.

You're not all right.

The sword could be making you sick.

It's not.

There is a cost to using this magic.

-It's not just to your health, but to-- -To what?

I'm ready to leave this place.

As soon as Gawain returns,

I must ride to Rue Gorge and secure the ships.

Must you?

It's just... to have come this far, only to run again.

Nimue...

just because we took Gramaire doesn't mean we can hold it.

The Church knows where you are now.

The king knows where you are, and they know you have the sword.

-Don't be foolish. -I've had enough lectures, Arthur!

It is cruel

to force these families onto ships.

To another unknown fate while invaders occupy their land.

-Here, they have a roof over their heads. -For how long?

Have you been in a siege before?

Have you?

-Stop trying to pull rank on me, Arthur. -That's impossible.

You're the queen.

Is it the title that bothers you?

Or the fact that I took the throne that you could not?

What's the bloody point in talking with you?

-You'll do as you like. -Arthur! Arthur!

Ready for the witching!

Make sure...

Whenever you arrive in this fashion, it frightens even me.

A name has been given.

Whose?

No...

You said Nimue couldn't be seen by your visions.

This is no vision, Merlin.

Her name has been given.

And I am the Widow.

You know I am unable to refuse this summons.

Just as you know her fate is now fixed.

How much time?

Days.

Hours.

Not her.

Please. Please, not her.

I tell you this as a friend.

Nothing can stop this.

You're wrong!

- Cumber! - Halt!

Let him in.

You come when not summoned, wizard.

Lord Cumber.

Our arrangement...

The Fey girl will be safe here, will she not?

Yeah, well, uh...

only as a guest in my dungeons.

It seems this Nimue is a bit more than a simple Fey girl.

Well, of course she is. She wields the Sword of Power.

A detail you neglected to share.

Do you think me so foolish as to wave the sword before your eyes?

Knowing how it clouds the judgment?

Do you think all my years have taught me nothing?

Those who chase the sword

are doomed to obsession.

But those who are patient, who let the sword come to them,

are the ones with the wisdom to wield it.

Now, do you want to be the one true king, or don't you?

She presents as a rival to me, Merlin.

That's unacceptable.

Then your foolish northern pride will cost you the greatest treasure

of the ancient kings.

We don't sweet-talk our enemies in the Ice Realms.

We crush them.

Nimue doesn't seek to rule.

She's no threat to you.

Her followers are.

They answer the midwife's charge

with cries of "Fey Queen,"

not "Cumber."

I offer my dungeons to the Fey Queen

as a gesture of thanks to you for bringing me the midwife.

You would be wise to accept it.

Ya! Ya!

How could you?

Born in the dawn, to pa--

They want you alive, Green Knight.

I surrender.

Scout party hasn't returned.

We have to make sure we don't miss our window with the ships.

Do you think the Red Paladins have ghosts?

Do you think their spirits live on?

I suppose.

If any of us do.

Why?

I...

I hear them.

In the sword.

I hear their screams.

You're tired.

What frightens me is I don't mind the screams.

They comfort me.

Why don't you put it down?

-I'm fine. -You don't sound fine.

Why do you want me to put it down?

Is it the same reason you want me to run away?

-To give up? -Those ships are your only hope.

You've never believed in me.

I was the first to believe in you.

That's a lie.

You think I'm helpless

or mad,

but what is real?

Well, the Fey occupy Gramaire.

And dead paladins litter the road from here to Hawksbridge, thanks to me!

-You want to keep fighting? -Yes. Why not?

-Nimue! -I am the Wolf-Blood Witch,

and I will slaughter every Red Brother from here to Rome if I must!

Is that you talking or the sword?

I can't tell anymore.

Because the difference is the sword can survive the next battle,

we cannot.

But I won't leave you.

If this is where we make our last stand, so be it.

No.

No.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling myself.

Secure the ships.

No ships.

This...

was thrown over the walls.

They found your smuggler.

Milady. Milady, Nimue!

Kaze.

We were ambushed.

Are you all right?

It was the monk. He took Gawain alive.

Armies!

Armies approaching!

Movement in the tree line.

Everyone, get your weapons!

To your stations!

Close the gate! Close the gate!