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- What did he say?
- "Aelle, Aelle.

He will kill you all."

His men raid our borderlands,

steal our sheep, and burn our villages.

I believe we discussed the building of a church.

- In Avalon?
- We simply wish to worship in peace.

This isn't your land. You shouldn't be here.

We have a heathen witch, brothers.

Your charms, Nimue,

they hold no power over us.

Nimue did this.

Did you poison those men?

It was the will

of the Gods.

Bishop Bedwin's negotiations

with Gorfydd's abbot at Ratae have concluded.

Not many would be brave enough to stay behind

to fix your brother's messes.

Arthur very much regrets

any hurt that may have been caused.

Time for the entertainment, don't you think?

Your bishop, Lady Morgan.

Don't touch her!

Come on.

Princess Ceinwyn.

I'm so sorry.

I must be quick, or Father will know I'm gone.

- What is it?
- I heard him tell Gundleus

I am to be betrothed.

To a Saxon.

He's in an alliance with them.

When? When did he forge this alliance?

I don't know.

Thank you.

I will not be a throw-piece

in a pact that destroys Britain.

Take this news to Arthur.

My lady.

Gorfydd will pay for this.

He will pay.

It won't bring him back.

Why did he return to Caer Dolforwyn?

He pacified Gorfydd in the past, perhaps...

Why do you think he went back?

To clean up your mess.

Thank you for bringing him back home.

For your courage and for your forbearance.

I humiliated Gorfydd publicly.

It was naive to think a bit of gold

could buy his forgiveness.

I'm sorry that the true price was so high.

My Lord, we've heard that King Gorfydd

has entered into a pact...

with the Saxons.

Heard from whom?

Princess Ceinwyn.

King Gorfydd has sealed the bond...

by betrothing her to a Saxon.

- Who? Which one?
- I don't know.

I don't know, My Lady.

You are sure this is real?

It's real, Arthur.

Derfel.

I think that Ceinwyn was sincere,

and I think that this threat is genuine.

Then we must prepare for war.

Gorfydd played a part,

and he played it well.

The wounded patriot

who puts the isle first...

and wants nothing but peace

and union.

If only we'd show him some respect.

You're saying that man never existed?

Not for a long time.

He hardened his heart years ago. He just hid it well.

Patriot for Powys, and Powys alone.

And it is that Gorfydd

that we need to understand.

The strategist,

the cold heart.

What he will demand from the Saxons,

and what he will offer them in return.

In his arrogance, he misjudges the Saxons.

Thinks he can use them.

All he will do is let them in,

and the isle will be lost.

And Powys with it.

Send word to King Tewdric.

He has the best-placed spies in Powys.

How real is this alliance? When was it hatched?

Who wooed who and with what bait?

If Tewdric has an inkling of this,

I will be very curious to know why he hasn't shared.

- I'll leave now.
- No, I need you here, Sag.

Lanval, you go, please.

How many bands do we have like this?

Men who are ready to fight, Sag.

Perhaps a hundred.

- No more?
- Maybe less.

A hundred bands from Dumnonia alone?

A hundred bands from Dumnonia

and the loyal tribe kings.

- What about Abona?
- Or Corinium?

- Aquae Sulis?
- All counted in the hundred.

Isca, Lindinnis, Glevum?

The same, and a hundred is being optimistic, Arthur.

I thought you said that our ranks were swelling,

- surpassing expectations.
- They are, but pitted against

the Saxons and Powys,

they would perish in a day, and Dumnonia with them.

- A day.
- Training, numbers, weaponry.

We're wanting in all.

We can't win a fair fight.

Or any other kind,

as we've lost our druidess,

and the Gods alone know where Merlin is.

- Thank you, Sag.
- Okay.

You think I made a mistake with Nimue?

I hear her powers are formidable.

A true protégé of Merlin.

It's too late.

Send for Nimue. We need her.

You know that I can't do that.

Even if I wanted to.

I need to speak with him, alone.

Avalon?

If Nimue hears I'm back and haven't gone to see her...

She's not there.

While you were gone, something happened.

What?

Nimue thought wrongly...

that I favored Sansum.

Then when her curses failed,

she resorted to violence.

She poisoned Sansum's followers,

and three of them died.

No.

None of us saw how angry she was,

how... vengeful.

Where is she?

I had to banish her, Derfel.

Banished her?

Nimue must walk her own path,

as I did mine.

Could you not have seen this coming?

Could you not have stopped this?

Our focus must be on the kingdom.

Gorfydd and the Saxons. Is that understood?

Yes, it's understood.

I can count the people I trust

on the fingers of a mitten, Derfel.

I'm afraid you're one of them.

Ralla.

Derfel.

- You're okay.
- Look at you.

You're getting bigger.

Back for good, then?

Caer Cadarn never suited us.

Plus, Mordred has a new nurse.

You don't look too sad about that.

I was proud to serve our prince.

I've just heard about Nimue and the Christians.

Do you think it's true?

I don't know.

With you and Merlin gone,

I think she felt alone, cornered.

- I don't believe this.
- Derfel,

I tried to talk to her whenever I saw her.

I'm sorry, Derfel. I should've tried harder.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm sure you did your best.

Where would she go, Ralla? Where can I find her?

- We can't, not here, later.
- A name, a place,

- something that she might've mentioned.
- Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,

but supper won't cook itself.

Glad you're back safe, Derfel.

Culwyn.

What happened to your eye?

Just a...

workhorse didn't wanna work.

Wait, wait.

Please. Help me.

Do you have any idea where Nimue would go, Culwyn?

I'm sorry.

Derfel.

We're tired. In our bones.

We-we buried our dead,

we rebuilt Avalon, but we can't rest.

We can't sleep, we can't... we can't breathe.

The Saxons are coming.

Gorfydd's coming.

The tribes are massing in the east,

warring in the west.

All we want to do is to live in peace.

Don't judge us for that.

Sister, I hope one day you can forgive me.

When could I ever deny you anything?

But I can't speak for Bedwin.

No.

Be thankful his god pays no attention

to the body after death, only his spirit.

His god is also more forgiving.

Perhaps that will stand in my favor.

I believe forgiveness is only granted

to the truly penitent and sincere of heart.

Did you really think you could betray

and belittle a man like Gorfydd...

break his daughter's heart,

and just... just walk away?

Gorfydd is responsible for the evil visited on Bedwin.

And I will make sure that he pays.

That he pays.

That he suffers.

Is that all you can offer?

Revenge?

When did that solve anything, Arthur?

Desire has blinded you.

It has blinded your conscience

and any shred of culpability with it.

You... have crushed...

all hope of uniting the tribes,

and the Gods know we can't fend off.

Gorfydd and the Saxons alone.

Make this right.

Make this right.

Or Dumnonia's ruin will be your legacy.

Nimue!

- Derfel.
- Ralla.

Nimue.

Hello, Derfel.

My Lady.

May I ask what you're doing here?

Paying my first visit to Avalon.

It's always been my dream to set foot in here.

Your absence is noted at Caer Cadarn.

Not sulking, are you?

Don't blame you if you were.

What you endured in Powys...

It was my decision to go, my Lady.

On top of Arthur's treatment of Nimue.

But she left him no choice.

Can't have people going around poisoning each other.

That's Arthur's view, anyway.

Not yours?

I don't know Nimue. Never even met her.

But they say she's powerful.

Close to the Gods.

A druidess without equal.

That she is.

To squander her for some miserable Christian

seems foolish at best and an insult to all...

strange that she'd leave that behind.

Perhaps...

Arthur didn't give her a chance...

to gather her things.

Perhaps.

Where is Nimue?

I don't believe that Arthur has no inkling.

If he does, he hasn't told me.

What are you doing here?

- What is this?
- Let me ask you a question.

Do you think she killed those men?

Believe she cursed them, yes.

And if those curses failed,

might the great druidess

resort to common murder?

What about Queen Echen in Elmet?

Arthur, I've already told you, we only have 20.

Well, that's not enough.

We need twice,

three times that many men.

Lanval.

Tewdric's spies confirm it.

Gorfydd plans to come south to cement his bond

with the new Saxon leader, Aelle.

- When?
- We don't know.

How did this bond come about?

Who made the first move?

Aelle.

He heard about you breaking off your wedding to Ceinwyn,

and he sent a message of condolence to Gorfydd.

A message and an invitation.

Aelle has an eye for an opportunity.

We must remember that.

Why did Tewdric sit on this?

He swears he didn't.

He says this all happened very recently.

Suggested that mining him for information

while doubting his loyalty was strategically...

short-sighted.

Tewdric's man sits at the heart of Gorfydd's court.

When he knows... we'll know.

Do we trust him? Tewdric?

I don't think we have much of a choice.

Come.

When Arthur left, he placed Nimue

under guard in the tower.

Two days later, men came in the night

and took her from her chamber.

- Who? Sansum's people?
- I don't know.

Strangers. Bad folk.

- Was Arthur there?
- No,

but Culwyn tried to stop them.

You asked me if I thought Nimue poisoned them.

They say Arthur asked her over and over,

and she refused to deny it.

You know Nimue. Stubborn as a mule.

Well, that's one explanation.

The men who came for Nimue, what does Culwyn say about them?

- He won't talk to you, but...
- Why won't he talk to me?

Because they scared him witless.

What, with a few punches?

He said they were other.

More and less than men.

I have to go. I'm sorry.

Bye, Derfel.

Sorry about your friends.

I must say, strange that you should fall ill,

but... none of these men did.

You share food, you share water.

Do you believe in the one true God?

No.

- Then leave us in peace.
- Bishop Bedwin,

rest his soul, used to speak

of the common ground, and I believe in that.

And what is the common ground between us?

I want to understand how you fell ill.

The witch.

She poisoned us.

Are you tree fellers?

- Are you woodsmen?
- Yes.

What about those three?

Thank you.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of the righteousness

for his name's sake.

Beneath the tenderness of thy heart,

we take refuge.

O Mother of God...

disdain not our supplications,

but deliver us from perils.

O pure blessed one.

This is why they took so long to recover.

This is why the woodsmen

and the woodsmen alone fell ill and died.

Only they drank from the well.

Nimue is innocent.

Why would you take Sansum's word over hers?

- Careful, Derfel.
- Why couldn't you trust her?

It wasn't about trust.

I made a judgement based on what I knew at the time.

- What judgement?
- I had no choice but to do what I did.

I sent her to the Isle of the Dead.

It was that or a sentence of death.

You were sparing her?

Three men were dead.

- Fathers all.
- Saving her, almost.

People were frightened.

- I had to act for the greater good.
- No. No.

Not before you found out the truth.

But your debt to Sansum

was too great to waste time doing that.

You've had your say, Derfel.

You get her back, Arthur.

You un-banish her, and you bring her home.

I can't.

She's already reached the isle.

They say that no one ever comes back.

There's a first time for everything.

Derfel, we will bring her back together,

but first I need you here.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe you...

because you say one thing,

and then you do another.

Where was the greater good, when you dropped Ceinwyn...

Enough!

The Arthur who saved me from the death pit,

whose return I longed for...

I prayed for,

would look upon you as a stranger.

You will be by my side when we face the Saxons,

if not for loyalty and respect,

then because I saved you from the death pit,

and you will honor that.

You are my man and you will play your part,

help with Saxon translations and customs, so on.

And when we have dealt with Aelle,

then we will bring Nimue back to Avalon.

Do you understand?

Derfel?

I will see you tomorrow, my Lord.

Something tells me I have you to thank

for Derfel's rotten lamb.

You absent yourself for the guts of the day,

and Derfel turns up demanding to know what happened to Nimue.

You underestimated him.

No. You told him to keep digging.

Didn't you?

He loves her, Arthur.

Every time he utters her name, it's plain.

So, you did seek him out?

- He deserves the truth.
- Perhaps.

But from my lips, not yours.

And don't pretend you'd care for Nimue

if she was just a peasant girl.

But she's not just some peasant girl!

She's a uniquely powerful asset

we can scarcely afford to lose.

Sending her to the Isle was hasty and ill-judged.

The only question is, can it be rectified?

Hasty and ill-judged?

You condemned her for a crime she didn't commit.

What would you call it?

And even if she did kill them, so what?

She was defending Avalon.

No reason to let Sansum force your hand.

He didn't.

We should never have put ourselves in that man's debt.

Uther grew wary... in his old age.

Wary and suspicious,

not least of me.

- You're not your father.
- Give it time...

my love.

You sound like you relish the prospect.

Everyone's so supportive.

So courteous, so keen to offer counsel.

What they really mean is...

they could do it better.

But when push comes to shove...

none of these wise heads...

will show you a shred... of loyalty.

Is that something Uther said?

It's something I'm discovering.

I can't talk to you.

Did you or did you not seek out Derfel in Avalon?

Yes.

All Derfel did was show you the truth.

You should be thanking him, and me.

There you are.

That wise counsel.

But I suppose I only have myself to blame.

Why is that?

Gorfydd warned me about you.

Hey.

Hey, Culwyn.

Culwyn, wait.

Wait, wait.

The men who came for Nimue,

you said they were other.

- Ralla!
- You were right.

They came from the Isle of the Dead.

- You're mistaken.
- Arthur sent her there,

in accordance with Sansum's wishes.

You fought emissaries of the dead, Culwyn.

That makes you brave.

I apologize.

I've been thoughtless. Stupid.

Guinevere, stop.

I can't imagine the wounds

he inflicted on you that night,

physical and mental.

How long they must've taken to heal.

And then you had to survive banishment...

remake and rebuild yourself...

become a man who trusted no one.

Relied on no one.

Who saw need as weakness,

kindness as dependence,

love as poison.

A man who was truly alone.

But you're not alone,

and once you accept that,

I mean truly accept it, embrace it...

everything will work.

Gorfydd is leaving tomorrow, day after at the latest.

To meet with Aelle and the Saxons?

On the sacred ground at Nodens' Vale.

The Saxons' closest stronghold to our border.

And he's sailing down the coast,

rather than risking crossing Dumnonia.

- Wise man.
- Maybe not.

King Tewdric...

if we pivot east...

to Venta, then we head south,

cleaving to the river all the way...

We can steal a march on Gorfydd

and reach the Saxons first.

And offer them what, exactly? Lanval?

Aelle is the key, not Gorfydd.

Aelle's plans and ambitions.

Truer than you know.

Aelle was supposed to fight under Cerdic,

supreme Saxon leader on the isle.

But Aelle had other ideas?

A fracture's opened up

between the two Saxons,

one you could exploit, Arthur,

by allying with Cerdic.

Cerdic is the old guard.

He's still powerful.

I will make my approach to Aelle,

and he will listen.

Thank you, Tewdric.

Arthur. You can thank me...

by granting me an audience.

Your man Lanval as good as accused me of betraying you.

Of knowing about Gorfydd and the Saxons

and keeping you in the dark.

Blame me, not him.

I do.

What have I done for you to mistrust me?

Insult me?

Even after you provoked Gorfydd,

without a thought for the consequences,

the certainty we'd be caught in the middle.

Suspicion runs deep in me...

but I wish that it didn't.

If Gorfydd's pact with the Saxons

was forged months ago, you're off the hook.

- Absolved.
- Of what?

Ruining our best chance in years

for a lasting peace,

a united isle.

Your marriage to Ceinwyn's neither here nor there

if Gorfydd was stringing you along,

waiting for his moment, waiting for Aelle.

I hadn't thought of it like that.

Liar.

What do you want from me, Tewdric?

Your trust.

Fellowship.

Respect.

You have my trust.

And you have my apology.

I met your father not long before he died.

He said a curious thing, he said...

"I always thought it was unfair to judge a man

by his worst decision,

by a moment of stupidity or cowardice.

But now I know different.

Now, I know it is

our worst decisions that define us.

They're the ones we have to live with."

Not sure, but I had the sense

he was speaking of you.

And the harsh treatment he showed you.

Sag...

send word to King Mark,

tell him to send Tristan and plenty of tin.

- Tin?
- As much as he can carry.

- He'll understand.
- As long as someone does.

Lanval, ready the horses

plus three days' sustenance.

And find Derfel. We need someone

who speaks the bloody language.

- Welcome, Tristan.
- Thank you.

When I was small,

eight or nine, my father taught me

how to build a post fence.

He learned me to thatch and board a roof, too.

He'd say, "That's real wisdom. No man's above it."

Uther was a wall and borders man to his boots.

The higher the wall, the better.

To him, security meant hostility,

peace was a lie,

and the only good Saxon was a dead one.

- Not a bad philosophy.
- No.

And it's served Dumnonia well.

You want to try something different.

I do.

Aelle is a man open to new ways of doing things.

He's also a man in need of tin.

- Isn't that right, Tristan?
- We know the Saxon land

boasts few tin mines.

It's not their land.

It's our land.

That's how we know.

Across the isle, their weaponry is blunted and broken...

and they need tin to repair it.

They're running low?

They're running out.

But if they want ours,

then they must come to the table.

So, we give them our tin,

they patch up their weapons,

- and slay us with them?
- Good plan.

Why don't we just give them our weapons?

Even better plan.

We're not giving them our tin. We're trading it.

For what? Gold? Land?

Time.

You have something to say to me?

I do.

I'll be careful. Promise.

That wasn't it.

I mean, I do hope you come back in one piece.

That's a relief.

Go on, then. I'm curious.

You talk a lot about your father.

Your differences, similarities.

If you ask me, his legacy is poison.

For you personally, I mean.

But the one part that might help you,

you've ignored.

Which is?

His grasp of the Saxon heart,

and their obsession with land.

You think tin is insufficient?

If it is,

you'll be in the middle of a Saxon encampment

when you find out.

It would be prudent to have something up your sleeve.

- Where did you get this?
- I drew it.

Ratae?

Gift Ratae to Aelle,

and you kill this alliance at birth.

Without his fortified stronghold,

Gorfydd's finished.

You're right.

My father did understand the Saxon.

But you have misunderstood him.

"Give them coin, give them gold,

horses, livestock, your fairest daughters.

But no land, ever.

Not a stony pasture or a blade of grass."

Arthur.

Derfel was seen on the southern road last night.

He's gone for Nimue.

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