All language subtitles for The.Winter.King.S01E03.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

The Kingdom of
Kingdoms has a new heir.

For the honor of becoming
Mordred's protector,

I give you my oath.

Uther's letting his
enemies get too close, Arthur.

I am not coming back.

Look for me

when you cross the water
to the other world.

Welcome to
Avalon, King Gundleus.

Would you honor us
and eat with us?

A baby cannot rule Britain.

- Kill them all!
- Run!

Druidess...

Lord!

This is
not the Edling King.

They've changed the child.

You were the
mother of a king. Now...

you're nothing.

Come!
Come! We must move!

Attack!

Form a circle
around the king!

You are a traitor
and a murderer!

Kill him!

Arthur has come.

Your sword.

Drop it.

May I see the
goodness of the Lord

in the land of the living.

May I be strong and take heart

and wait for the Lord.

Bishop Bedwin,
riders are approaching.

Come quickly.

It can't be.

Open the gates!

Bedwin.

Arthur!

- The Edling King.
- Praise be.

The Lord has shown
us a miracle, Bedwin.

This was no miracle.

My sister... and all
these brave souls...

they saved him.

And Gundleus?

- We kill him!
- Yes!

Traitor! You murdered our queen!

And raped our Druidess.

But the gods are
still with her...

and they demand punishment!

You must die!

"I desire mercy, not sacrifice."
This is barbaric beyond...

It's a fitting revenge.

Gundleus Ap Meir,

King of Siluria,

the gods rejoice in your death.

- No!
- Ladwys!

Unhand me!

I am Merlin's Druidess,
and I demand my sacrifice!

No one is questioning
your status, Nimue,

or your suffering.

There will be no more
blood spilt today.

On his feet.
Remove their armor.

- Brother, are you mad?
- Why are you doing this?

Killing Gundleus will not

bring peace to Britain.

It'll bring peace to me.

Where can we keep
the prisoners secure?

Well, there is nowhere.
Uther kept no prisoners.

I prefer sacrifice
to imprisonment.

Arthur... don't
break the way of things.

King's chamber has a lock.

You'd put this traitor
in our father's chamber?

Trust me... sister.

Arthur.

You have denied me my peace

and Sulevia, the
Goddess of governance,

her sacrifice.

You will know pain like my pain.

And you will be punished.

Is this where Uther's soul
crossed over to the other world?

It is.

I can't stay here.
I can't stay here!

Let her go.
She's not harmed you.

Oh, she killed her
share of the people of Avalon.

She remains here.

Clear the chamber.

Make sure there's
no means for escape.

King Gundleus, we'll
bring you food and water.

So, while we rot, you
steal the kingdom?

Your father smelled you for
a bastard traitor, Arthur.

You stay away until
the old man dies,

and then you seize your chance.

The crippled king's no
safer with him than me.

Once...

in front of my father,

I swore that I would guard
any child that he bore.

And I swear it again.

If any man should harm
me the Edling King,

I will revenge that harm.

I will protect his
life with my own.

Merlin told me...

the gods are like mist,

drifting, fading.

If we hear them and please them,

then they'll thicken,

and they'll join to
cover all the land.

They'll protect us.

But if we deny them, we're lost.

I thought Arthur
would understand,

but he doesn't. He doesn't
understand anything.

Do you love me?

Hold out your palm.

Come Sulis, Belisima,

Nehallenia.

Ollodius,

Nodens, Manawdyn, fab Lyr.

Ahh.

As long as you carry the
scar, your life is mine.

So long as I carry the scar...

my life is yours.

We're as one, Derfel.

I'm...

I'm sure we can find room
for you inside Caer Cadarn.

We're used to
sleeping like this.

That's God's miracle you
came. Kingdoms need kings.

Without them, they're...

they're empty land, inviting
a conqueror's spears.

Wash time!

Arthur. Arthur...

at the end, your
father talked of you.

I believe he
regretted his actions.

How long will you stay?

For as
long as you need us.

I've counted 15 men defending
the whole of Caer Cadarn.

Lord Owain took most of our
warriors on a war party.

Uther increasingly
relied on him.

He's fighting the
Saxons at Calleva.

The Saxons are in Calleva?

Every spring, more boats come

and more Saxons press
west towards us.

We'll all be Saxons soon,

unless the kingdoms
destroy each other first.

- So, nothing's changed, then?
- Arthur...

If anything, it's got worse.

Truly, Britain bleeds.

Think about staying, please.

He seems so alert.

Is that normal for his age?

You're asking me?

I have something for you.

Bear's tooth...

for my fearless sister.

I thought we were dead.

Sorry, I should
have come sooner.

There's nothing to be sorry for.

You saved us.

I should have done more.

- That day when our father...
- Let's not talk of him.

I'll just say one thing.

If he was alive now, he'd
be so grateful to you.

He was so desperate to
keep Mordred on the throne

that he took a huge
risk with Gundleus...

which didn't pay off.

Why are you keeping
him alive, Arthur?

It's both madness and dangerous.
You know what he's capable of.

I've learned that powerful men
are more useful alive than dead.

What?

Where are we going
to sleep tonight?

Don't worry about that. Our
lord has found rooms for you.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

However bad a day has been,
the sun rises on the next.

Bo, are you sure
about that, Sag?

Seems to me Britain's a
land of mist and rain.

And Gaul is not?

Well, I suppose...
I suppose you know better.

Hey. Alors...

who of you knew my
lord when he was a boy?

Huh?

Arthur was often at Avalon.

We all knew him.

My... My father, Hywel,
taught him how to fight.

With a sword's edge
against bales of hay.

Arthur's talked about my father?

Of course.

He likes to tell stories
of growing up in Britain

and of the friends
he left behind.

He never forgets those he loves.

- Has he talked of me?
- What is your name?

Derfel.

Derfel? I don't remember.

Oh.

- Oh!
- The death pit boy!

- Oh, it's you!
- Is that what he calls me?

Hey, we've heard
your story so many times.

Yeah? The one, two...

Oh, God! I've got a
stake in my heart,

and I'm going to die!

Oh! God, I'm dying!
Now I'm not dead!

Lanval, go north to Powys.

I want to know what
Gorfydd is up to.

In Dumnonia, this
will keep you safe.

It's my father's seal.

Once you get to Powys,
you're in enemy territory.

Hey, be careful.

I mean it. If they find
you, they will kill you.

Oh, they've tried, huh, but
they haven't managed yet.

Mm.

I'll be back before you
know it. I mean it, huh?

You blink, like
that, I'll be back.

- Lanval.
- Huh?

It's that way.

It is that way. Okay.

Get some rest, Sag.

Tomorrow I want to
show you Dumnonia.

It's okay.

Let me help you, Lord.

Hyah!

It's you.

Death pit boy.

Yes, Lord.

One... two.

When I said it
wouldn't hurt, I lied.

Here you are, growing
taller than me.

You suit your name. Sagamore
told me. It's Derfel.

It is.

My sister said that you
killed a man... Shh, shh, shh.

In defense of the Edling King.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

That without you, the whole
group may not have lived.

It was Nimue

who gave me the
courage to fight back.

Gods spoke to her.

I'm glad the gods
have not deserted her,

like she must think I have.

Great gods, see me.

Save me.

Sirona...

bless me.

Heal me.

I hear your friends.

When you brought me to
Avalon, she made me better.

And now you've helped
her escape the Silurian.

It's good to repay debts.

What do you wish for?

To be your man.

You know how to use a sword?

I've been learning, and
I'm a good horseman.

Maybe I could ride
into battle with you.

Would you want to kill men?

If there was a
good reason for it.

There often isn't, and you
have to sacrifice much...

friends, family.
- I have no family.

You have to put your
warrior brothers

before everything...
and everyone.

Could you do that, Derfel?

Fighting is... the one
thing that I'm good at.

I know it is.

Come on, then.

I'll show you.

We're entirely self-sufficient.

We have no slaves. We look
after ourselves when we travel.

I don't encourage marriage.

No place for regrets about wives
and children on the battlefield.

Those that do have
family barely see them.

- I'll never have a family.
- You say that now.

No. My path is to be a warrior.

I have my own sword, Lord.

Salurian?

Breaks easily.

Our weapons are made of steel.

My mother was a blacksmith.
I learned from her.

If you were to join us, Derfel,
you'd have to forget everything

you've come to
understand about warfare.

We train the mind
as well as the body.

Focus is everything.

A strength of purpose.

Well?

It's more beautiful
than Gaul. Admit it.

I don't notice where I am,
just the people I'm killing.

Is it to be Saxons here?

Maybe.

So, then we're staying?

I don't know.

You don't know?
You can't not know.

You always know. You just
don't know that you know.

You work on instincts. That's
how you make your decisions.

Your head, it just
needs time to catch up.

Where are
you coming from?

Caleeva. Saxons ambushed
us, scores of them.

It was a massacre.

Let's get some blankets!

We need more rushes
and blankets!

More rushes and blankets!

Let's go!

Arthur.

At least I think it is.

Look at you. Where's
all that hair gone?

I mourn your father
every day, Arthur.

At least he didn't
live to see this.

We came at 'em in
the early morning.

Suddenly, the bastards
were behind us.

Didn't even have time
to form a shield wall.

Come on. There's more.

Thank God you're alive.

Many are not.

Do you think they were
warned we were coming?

No one else knew.
Just Uther, myself.

Did Gundleus know?

That's possible, I suppose.

Has he returned
from Gorfydd yet?

You don't know?

Don't know what?

- Let me at the bastard!
- He's my prisoner, Owain.

I swore an oath.

And I swore an oath to
protect Queen Norwenna

and the Edling King, if
you remember. Where is he?!

I won't stop you from
killing Gundleus.

- Is he in there?
- I couldn't even if I wanted to.

My father placed
his faith in you.

It's not me that
rules this country.

What are you talkin about?
I don't rule Dumnonia.

While Mordred is a child,

you and Bedwin rule
in all but name.

All I can do is tell
you what I believe.

If you kill Gundleus, you
cleave this country wide open.

Vengeance is the way of things.

Maybe the way of
things has to change.

Think, Owain.

Gorfydd could use Gundleus'
death as an excuse to attack us.

We aren't prepared.

All right.

All right. We'll save
his skin for now.

But there is no
earthly reason why

he should be allowed
to stay in there,

in the King's chamber,
with his woman.

Why don't we imprison
Ladwys elsewhere?

Give me the key.

Here they come.

They've come to kill us.

I'm not
going to take your life,

not this time,

although I really
would quite like to,

seeing as how you're a
killer of women and children.

Oh, Lord Owain, always
such an entrance.

But I am going to take
something even more precious.

- Yeah.
- Don't touch her.

Don't touch her!

Keep your filthy
hands off of her!

I'll bite your throat out.

Is that right?

Do you have healing skills?

Of course.

She can help with
your wounded men.

Morgan will keep her close.

Tell me about the Saxons.

How far have they
pushed forward?

Right. Well...

Well, since you've been gone

pushed on beyond the Thames

to Durobrivis,

Strong Gore in Gwent,

and now Calleva.

These towns are outposts
for them, but still.

It's everything you
predicted, Arthur,

and they are getting closer
to Caer Cadarn and Avalon.

What of the tribe kings?

Right? Well, we're still at
peace with Mark in Kernow.

Cadwys governs Isca for us.

Tewdric of Gwent remains
our closest ally,

and there's peace, just
about, with Eachern in Elmet.

Gorfydd of Powys

is hostile, obviously.

His men raid our
borders, steal our sheep,

and burn our villages.

Gundleus is his war dog,

which is why Uther tried
to break up their alliance.

I sent my man Lanval north

to seek information
about Gorfydd.

I am so glad you're
here, Arthur.

While Arthur's here, he
should become a Protector

to the Edling King,
don't you think?

We need him and his men.

Would you?

If you'll have me.

Only if you'll forgive me,

for leaving you to
be banished alone.

Nothing to forgive.

Nimue, I've been
looking for you.

What do you want?

I need your help. Come.

Many of these men are dead.

Speed their souls
across the ocean.

You, out of all
of us, can do it.

May the Lord who
frees you from your sins

save you and raise you...

Peace be with you.

Peace be with you.

God be praised.

I feel your anguish.

Nimue.

The Lord says: "We repay
evil with blessing."

He tells us to find
forgiveness within us.

Nimue.

Let me help you find
a path to acceptance.

You must leave.

Nimue! Nimue! What
are you doing?

Taking what's mine.

Gundleus made me wear it.

I'm coming for both of you.

Still living, he'll watch

as I sacrifice his
beating heart to the gods.

When you close
your eyes, see me.

Nimue, wait.

What happened to you,

it happens to many women.

I know. It doesn't
make it any easier.

He's severed me from who I am.

I need my revenge.

No. Arthur's orders are clear.

Nobody must hurt King Gundleus.

You choose
Arthur over me?

I'd prefer to have a spear

pierce my heart
than live like this.

No, no, no.

If you do anything
rash, I can't...

I won't defend you.

Shh, shh.

Father!

You're dreaming,
Lunete. You're dreaming.

Go back to sleep. Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Where've you been? I
haven't seen you all day.

You have to help me.

You promised you would.

You know I would do
anything for you.

What is it?

Gundleus must die.

Cadwys has paid
no tax for years.

I can't believe it.

He's a cunning
bastard, that one.

Uther just completely
lost interest

in harrying the
chieftains and farmers.

Easy.

Hey.

Hey.

Ah.

I was beginning to
worry about you.

You? How about me? No,
no, you don't do that.

You blink and I'm back.
That's what I said.

Lanval.

So Gorfydd is fortifying
his border towns

between Powys and Dumnonia.

He's doubling his
efforts in his mind.

Now making weapons.

That means a full
scale invasion.

So that's it, huh?

Uther dies and Gorfydd
makes his move!

All right.

All right, look, he
won't mobilize his men

until after the harvest is in.

Then the weather
will be against him.

If he's going to invade, then
surely it'll be in the spring.

Right. I'll demand fealty of
Tewdrick, Eachern and Cadwys.

We'll have to get their support.

But subtly.

I beg your pardon?

Why don't you talk to them,

rather than give
them an ultimatum?

If they think it's their idea,
might be likely to fight harder.

We'll call them to
the Edling King's

Naming Ceremony.

They love a feast.

Tell the tribe kings the
call to the Naming Ceremony

comes from myself
and Bishop Bedwin.

And Arthur Pendragon.

They'll come from
curiosity, if nothing else.

Yes, my Lords.

I don't know.

I don't know all this intrigue.

I'd have just made them fight.

Do you think Uther sees
us from the Otherworld,

or whatever you
Christians call it?

We call it heaven.
What are you asking?

Would Uther really
want Arthur to be

the Edling King's protector?

I mean, he never did call
him back in from banishment.

Arthur is Mordred's half
brother and a great warrior.

- We need him.
- Aye, but does he need us?

What do you mean?

Arthur's ambitious.

Always has been.

Because Merlin bred it into him.

The two of
you can't be divided.

We can't afford it.

Bishop Bedwin!

- What?
- He's like our Lord,

in the corn on the
day of the Sabbath.

What are you talking about?

Arthur is in the fields.

A warrior in the
fields of the people,

collecting the harvest to
protect us in time of war.

What's all
this? What's all this?

What's all this?

Is that it?

It's a bit pathetic.

I could bale double this
amount in half the time.

Just ignore him.

Is this what you
imagined you'd be doing

when you came to Caer Cadarn?

No, Lord.

No. Me neither.

He says working with his
hands allows him to think.

It just gives me calluses.

He makes
the work look easy.

Uh... Not so sure about that.

I want to become
one of his warriors.

Has he offered it?

Well, he said he'd
reward me if I...

Well, it's out of the
question. All right?

Who knows how long
Arthur will stay?

And we need you here. We
need all our good men.

No. Absolutely not. No.

All right, listen.
We'll train you up.

I'll train you up
myself, all right?

But no more talk about
leaving. Do you understand me?

Yes, Lord.

Derfel.

Had enough for one day?

Give me some more of
that, will you Bishop?

I need it after this
day's work. Come on.

No, no, no.

Oh, you can have one more.

The amount of time you
Christians spend on your knees.

Doing only the devil
knows what mind...

I'm sure your god won't
disapprove of another, will he?

Yeah, just a slurp.

Oh, a little bit
more! Come on.

You must eat.

Gundleus is in Uther's chamber.

There's only one warrior
who guards the door.

But it's locked. Arthur
must have the key.

Yeah. He wears it
around his neck.

How do you know?

I saw it in the fields today.

So we steal it from him.

I have herbs to make him sleep
and you can give them to him.

Me? Why me?

I can't get close to him,
can I? It has to be you.

We've never brought
the harvest in so fast.

The people are inspired
by your example, Arthur.

All these men.

Fodder for war against Powys.

We shouldn't be
fighting each other.

Nah.

Come to take your pleasure?

Or kill me like the
Druidess threatened?

Don't let her murder my Lord.

I won't let anybody
murder either of you.

Are you married
to King Gundleus?

Even though you're
not of the blood...

- Who cares about blood?
- Ha.

Not me.

I'd be a fine
hypocrite if I did.

We are betrothed.

And where did you
speak your vows?

He took me to Lleu's Mound
and had his Druid bind us.

But his Uncle Gorfydd
doesn't recognize the bond.

Gorfydd has a daughter, Ceinwyn.

He wants their marriage
to bind Siluria and Powys.

Is she beautiful?

She's young.

Gundleus doesn't
want the marriage

and he'd never let me go.

Now I have a question for you.

We burnt Avalon.

Don't you hate us?

Hate is an emotion
that weakens me.

I try to banish it.

Derfel. Derfel.

Put this in Arthur's wine.

Are you sure this
won't harm him?

It'll make him
sleep, that's all.

You take the ring
with the key on it.

I'll do the rest.

Derfel, what? You tried
to kill Gundleus before.

And you stopped me.

If you've lost your courage...

No, I haven't, Nimue.

I just don't want
to betray Arthur.

It's for me.

Please, do this for me.

Do you know
where Arthur is?

He's over there.

Try it, maybe
you might win this time.

Lord?

May I talk with you?

Do. Morgan's beating me.

Derfel, why
don't you take over?

Don't let him win.

Thank you, sister.

Good night.

Good night.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

Lord Owain has said I
must train with him.

Well, I won't fight Owain,
even for you, Derfel.

I'd rather serve you.

He's a great warrior

and he loves war.

I do not.

I'm good at it, but
that's different.

Would you like some
more wine, Lord?

I'll have some water.

Last summer, King Ban sent me
to fight against a chieftain.

He was attacking Ban's
people in the hills,

so we went into the
chieftain's flat farmlands.

We burned haystacks and
we killed his people.

We did it not
because we wanted to,

but because it
needed to be done.

And we won.

And that was the
end of the killing.

Do you really want
me to drink that?

Lord, you... you
asked for water.

But should I drink it, Derfel?

No.

Lord, I'm sorry.

How did you know?

Nimue
wants Gundleus dead.

I knew she'd turn
to you for help.

I swore to her.

She's my best friend and
she can't think of anything

except him and
what he did to her.

You don't have to explain.

You'll need this.

Do you have it?

Give me the ring.

- Derfel.
- I couldn't do it to him.

What?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Why, why?

Stop! Stop!

What has he suffered?

You.

It's as easy to divide a country

as it is to cut up this apple.

The hard task

is putting it back together.

What if we traded
peacefully in Britain?

Dumnonia shares its harvest.

In exchange, we take furs
from you, tin from Kernow,

copper from Powys.

Every tribe has equal worth.

This country's never been equal.

Dumnonia demands fealty.

Dumnonia must change its ways.

But this wrangling between
tribe kings has to stop.

We can't just take what
we want when we want.

So, what do you suggest?

A Council of Kings.

Impossible.

It's essential.

Unless you want your
children to grow up slaves.

The Saxons watch while
we kill each other,

doing their work for them.

Persuade your uncle to come
to Mordred's Naming Ceremony.

He'll never come.

Tell him we'll pay
double what my father did

for his copper, and we'll
buy the weapons he's making

to fight the Saxons,
not each other.

He won't travel for days
to honor a puking baby.

The old ways are broken.

It's time for something new.

If he's not part of the Council,
he'll be completely isolated

and so will you.

Bring him here.

Where's my woman?

Ladwys stays.

And if you don't
return with Gorfydd,

I'll kill her.

Let him pass.

Do as I say.

Open the gates!

I misunderstood you.

You're more ambitious
than I thought. Ha!

You set him free?

You set Gundleus free?

Is it true?

Arthur?

He'll come back.

For what, Arthur? The
pleasure of our company?

It is a risk worth taking.

We cannot afford a
war with Gorfydd.

You didn't even consult us.

So, this is my responsibility.

If the plan fails, you can both
remain as Mordred's Protectors.

And what about you?

My men and I will leave.

I don't understand you anymore.

I don't understand any of this.

Just doing it your way,
huh? As you always have.

I need to think.

I'll be back in time for
Mordred's Naming Ceremony.

Where are you going?

To collect the tax
Cadwys owes us.

Dumnonia's gonna need it.

We're fighting
wars on two fronts.

He set Gundleus free?

He's broken his bond,
with the gods, with me.

I can't stay here.

Nimue, I'm sorry.

I've lost my path, Derfel.

Derfel!

Saddle your horse.

Where are we going?

Tax collection.
You're my man now.

All right. Let's move!

I wanna make Lindinnis
by nightfall.

I want to come with you.
I can't stay here alone.

Lord!

Can I?

Come on.

Let's go.

Your plan better work, brother,

or we're all lost.