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Dragon: In a land ofmyth
and a time of magic,

the destiny of a great kingdom
rests on the shoulders of a young boy.

His name, Merlin.

(Chanting)

(Chanting) Uther pendragon!

(Crackung)

Uther: Do you solemnly swear,
to govern the people of this kingdom

and its dominions,
according to the statutes,

customs and laws,
laid down by your forebears?

- I do, sire.
- Do you promise to exercise mercy

and justice
in your deeds and judgments?

- I do, sire.
- Do you swear allegiance to Camelot,

now, and for as long
as you shall live?

I, Arthur pendragon,

do pledge life and limb
to your service

and to the protection of the
kingdom and its peoples.

Now, being of age
and heir apparent,

from henceforth,
you shall be crown prince of Camelot.

(Applauding)

So how does it feel to be
servant to the crown prince of Camelot?

Washing his royal socks
will be even more of a privilege.

You're proud of him, even though you
complain about him constantly.

- I am not.
- You are. I can see it in your face.

Those socks are very clean.
Of course I'm proud of them.

(Chuckung)

(People screaming)

What in the devil's name?

Lskowmm acceptyourchahenge.

Single combat. Noon tomorrow.
Till the death.

Have you ever seen
this black knight before?

- I don't believe so.
- You didn't recognize his crest?

- Crest?
- Which house is it?

I'm not sure.
I didn't see it that clearly.

He's not someone
you'd forget in a hurry, is he?

So you don't think
he's from around here?

- That would seem likely.
- Then what's he doing here?

Your faith in my
all-seeing knowledge

is both touching
and wholly misplaced.

Maybe if you've
finished your work, you could go to bed

and leave me to finish mine.

Okay, I'm going.

- Gaius?
- Merlin.

Do you think owain can beat him?

We will find out soon enough.

He shouldn't have picked up
the gauntlet!

So put an end to it.

The challenge has been taken up,
the fight cannot be stopped.

- Then fight in his place.
- I can't!

- Why not?
- Owain picked up the gauntlet,

owain is the one who must fight.
That's the knight's code.

- He knew that.
- But it's a fight to the death.

I know.

(Door closing)

- Gaius. Thank god.
- You know why I'm here?

- The black knight.
- So it is he?

- You saw his crest?
- Have you confirmed it?

It is the crest
of Tristan de bois.

And he's the only knight
ever to have carried such a crest?

Yes, according to the records.

(Door opening)

- Yes?
- I'm sorry to disturb you, sire.

- What is it?
- The knight, the stranger,

he bears the crest
of Tristan de bois.

Yes.

But he's been dead for 20 years.

I know. I killed him.

- But how do you explain...
- Dead men do not return.

You've never fought in
mortal combat before, it's different.

It's not like the training
I've been giving you.

- Yeah, I know.
- Listen to me.

The problem is,
we've never seen him fight.

You have to quickly get
the measure of him.

But I have the same advantage.
He's never seen me fight.

- True.
- You've watched me.

- Yes.
- And?

And I know no one braver.

Remember, all it takes to kill a
man is one well-aimed blow.

(Door opening)

The lady morgana asked me
to give you this token.

She wishes you to
wear it for luck.

You can thank her and tell her
I shall wear it with pride,

but I won't need luck.

Now remember,
find the flow of the fight

and try to control it.

The fight shall be
to the knights' rules

and to the death.

Let battle commence.

Come on, owain!

One well-aimed blow!

Yes!

(Crowd gasping)

(All exclaiming)

Who will take up my challenge?

I, sir pellinor,
take up the challenge.

So be it.

Should we tend to his wounds?

- He took a hit.
- Owain didn't land a blow.

No, I saw it.
The sword definitely pierced him.

- Are you sure?
- My eyes are quicker than yours.

He should be dead.

Perhaps he already is.

Arthur: (Angrily) Why'd you stop me?

We have to give our knights a
chance to prove themselves.

Have you seen
how this stranger fights?

And sir pellinor is more
than a match for him.

He's not recovered from the
wounds he suffered at othanden.

- I can't help that.
- So you send him to his death?

It was his choice
to take up the gauntlet.

I am not to blame.

Merlin: You sure
we should be doing this?

Gauis: You're not
scared, are you?

Merlin: No, I love old crypts.

I wouldn't be seen dead
anywhere else.

(Door slamming shut)

Must've been a gust of wind.
We should've brought a torch.

(Chanting)

- Handy!
- Yes. What are we looking for?

Bring your torch over here.

We're breaking into
someone's grave.

We're too late.

I think someone's
already broken out.

Tristan de bois was the
brother of ygraine, uther's wife.

- Arthur's mother?
- Ygraine died in childbirth,

he blamed uther
and came to the gates of Camelot

- and challenged him.
- To single combat?

Uther won. But in his dying
breath, Tristan cursed Camelot

to one day suffer his return.

I thought it was the ramblings
of a dying man.

Men don't rise from the dead
though, no matter how angry they are.

It's my guess,
we're dealing with a wraith.

A wraith?

The spirit of a dead man
conjured from the grave.

This is the work of a sorcerer?

Powerful magic can harness
the grief and rage of a demented soul

- and make it live again.
- How do we stop it?

We can't. Because it's not
alive, no mortal weapon can kill it.

Surely there must be something.

Nothing can stop it,

until it has achieved
what it came for.

- And what's that?
- Revenge.

On Camelot?

What does it mean
for sir pellinor?

I'm afraid it doesn't look good.

- Maybe you were wrong.
- I hope so.

(Crowd gasping)

- The sword went in, I'm sure of it.
- I saw it, too.

(Crowd gasping)

I, Arthur pendragon,
challenge you.

So be it.

Single combat. Noon tomorrow.

How could you be so stupid?
I'll revoke the challenge.

No, the knights' code must be
upheld, that's what you told me.

- This is different.
- Once a challenge has been laid down,

- it cannot be rescinded.
- You are crown prince.

There cannot be one rule for
me and one for all the rest.

I forbid you to fight.

You want me to prove
that I am worthy of the throne.

I cannot do that
by being a coward.

No, Arthur,
this will be your death!

I'm sorry you have
so little faith in me, father.

Arthur!

- You were right.
- I wish iwasn't.

If Arthur fights that
thing he will die.

He is Camelot's
strongest warrior.

If anyone can defeat it, he can.

You said yourself,
no mortal weapon can kill it.

Which means we have to find a way to
defeat the wraith ourselves.

How do you propose to do that?

If no mortal
sword will kill it...

Then I will. With mortal magic.

- Merlin, it's too dangerous.
- We don't have a choice.

- Good evening, sire.
- Gaius.

There is a matter of great
urgency which I must discuss with you.

Then spit it out.

Tristan's tomb is empty.

I believe he has been
conjured from the dead.

How is this possible?

- I believe he's a wraith.
- A spirit?

He has come to take vengeance
for ygraine's death.

It was magic that killed her.
Not I.

Nevertheless,
it was you he blamed.

You cannot allow
Arthur to fight.

No weapon forged by man
can kill a wraith.

It will stop at nothing till it
has accomplished what it came for.

Arthur cannot win.

- He will die.
- He will not listen to me.

Then you must tell him
who the knight is.

- No.
- You cannot hide the truth forever.

I am the king!

You will not
tell me what I can and cannot do!

That is your choice, sire.

You tell him,
or let him go to his death.

No one but you or I, will ever
know the secret of Arthur's birth.

- The boy is of age, he should know.
- Never!

And you made an oath,

I warn you not to break it.

Very well, sire.

Leave me.

(Chanting)

Merlin, you know that
conversation we had about knocking.

- You have to pull out.
- And why's that?

- Because he'll kill you.
- Why does everybody think that?

Because they're right.

Just pull out.
You're the crown prince.

No one wants to see you die
over some stupid challenge.

- I'm not a coward.
- I know that.

I've stood there and watched you
overcome every fear you've ever faced.

- It's what's required of me.
- But you are more than that.

You're not merely a warrior,
you're a prince, a future king.

You've proved your courage
but you must prove your wisdom.

- I'm not backing down.
- Please Arthur, listen to me.

This is no ordinary knight.
Look at him.

He doesn't eat,
he doesn't sleep.

He just stands there
in complete silence.

Doesn't that tell you something?

No one is unbeatable.

- If you fight him, you will die.
- I am not listening to this.

I'm trying to warn you, Arthur.

And I'm trying
to warn you, Merlin.

(Door closes)

I should've known.

It is more than I
had hoped for, uther.

Soon Arthur will be slain.
You will have sent him to his death.

- Haven't you tired of revenge?
- Haven't you?

You began this war when you
threw me from the court

and slaughtered all of my kind.

You brought it on yourselves,
you practiced evil.

I was your friend, uther!
You welcomed me here.

- You betrayed that friendship!
- I did as you asked!

Iused the magic you so despise

to give your barren wife
the son you craved.

Don't ever speak
of her in that way!

She was my heart, my soul.

And you took her from me.

She died giving
birth to your son!

It was not my choice.

That is the law of magic.

To create a life
there had to be a death,

the balance of the world
had to be repaid.

- You knew it would kill her!
- No, you're wrong.

If I had foreseen her death and the
terrible retribution you would seek,

I would never have
granted your wish.

I wish you hadn't.

You wish you didn't have a son?

Well, your wish
will come true tomorrow.

I will not let you take him.

I have watched so many people I love die
at your hands, uther pendragon.

Now it is your turn.

- How did you get in here?
- The door was open.

- No, I locked it.
- Well, someone else must've opened it.

And you thought you'd come in
and help yourself?

I was looking for a book.
For Gaius.

He thinks the black knight
is a wraith.

- Then Arthur's in grave peril.
- Which is why I'm here.

I need to find
a weapon that will kill something

that's already dead.

I've read of such
things in the ancient chronicles.

Really. What did they say?

Well, several fables
speak of ancient swords.

That can kill the dead?

Swords the fables speak of
could destroy anything, alive or dead.

- Can you show me one of these fables?
- Well...

Let me think. Yes.

- I'm, sort of, in a hurry.
- Yes, you young people always are.

This is
the chronicle of beltane.

Now then... ah! Here we are.

Sir marhaus looked
upon the great sword,

begotten in the dragon's
breath and found it passing good.

- What did you say?
- Sir marhaus looked...

No, no, no. Not about him.
The dragon.

The great sword
begotten in the dragon's breath

and found it passing good.

- Merlin, what are you doing here?
- I've come to ask a favor.

- Yes?
- I'm not sure how to ask it.

Ask, Merlin, you know
I would Grant you anything.

I mean, not anything.

Obviously, not anything.

- What is it you want?
- I've come to ask for a sword,

the strongest sword
your father's ever made.

What for?

To save Arthur.

I don't want you
to fight tomorrow.

(Scoffs)

You're worried about me?

I don't know what it is.

Please, I'm begging you.

I have to do this.

It's my duty.

I understand.

I'm sorry.

You knew that one day, this business
will come back to haunt me.

- Not quite so literally.
- I should've listened to you.

You said that no good would come of
using witchcraft at Arthur's birth.

You wanted an heir.
You thought it was the only way.

Nimueh told me
there would be a price to pay.

You weren't to know that,
that price would be ygraine's life.

- I cannot let Arthur die.
- Then you must stop the fight.

No, I will take his place.

Do you know what you're saying?

Ygraine gave up
her life for him, so must I.

- Uther...
- I have no other choice.

There must be another way.

My death will stop the wraith
and Arthur will live.

But it means
that you're the only person left

who knows the truth
about Arthur's birth.

I want you to swear to me
that you will keep your oath.

I would take it to my grave.

You have always
been a good friend, despite my temper.

I always thought
that would be the death of you.

I have one other favor to ask.

My father's been saving this.

He's always said
it was the best sword he's ever made.

It's perfect.

He'll kill me if he finds
I've taken it.

He'll understand.

You did it for Arthur.

I knew you were
proud of him really.

- Merlin!
- Do you know why I'm here?

It may surprise you, Merlin,

but my knowledge of your life
is not universal.

It's to do with Arthur.

His life's in danger.
He will die, unless,

I can make a weapon
that will kill the dead.

So what do you
come to ask of me?

Will you burnish
it to save Arthur?

The dead do not return
without reason.

- Who has he come for?
- Uther.

Then let him take his vengeance

and the wraith will die
without my aid.

But it's Arthur's who's going to fight
him. You have to save him.

That is your destiny,
young warlock, not mine.

But if Arthur fights the wraith and
dies, Camelot will have no heir.

I will have no destiny.

A weapon forged
with my assistance

will have great power.

- I know.
- You do not know.

You can only guess.
You have not seen what I have seen.

If you had,
perhaps you would not ask this of me.

What do you mean?

In the wrong hands
this sword could do great evil.

It must be wielded by Arthur
and him alone.

I understand.

You must do more
than understand.

You must promise.

I promise.

Heed my words.

The sword was forged for Arthur

and him alone.

(Knocking on door)

I've brought you something
that might help you sleep.

I'm fine. I don't need it.

Here.

To relax you,
take the edge off your nerves.

(Clears throat)

I wouldn't drink
it for pleasure.

Why don't you sit
down for a moment?

Mind you,
if you forget about the taste,

the after effect is
quite pleasurable.

Just lie back.

(Sighing heavily)

That's a fine blade.

It's for Arthur.

He won't be needing it today.

I will be taking Arthur's place.

- But, sire...
- Prepare me for battle.

Arthur should be the one
that fights today.

The grievance was with me,
the fight is mine.

I don't have your armor.

That will do.

It's likely to make
little difference.

- I'll get you your sword.
- This one will be fine.

No, sire, you don't understand.

That one was made
specifically for Arthur.

- Who made it?
- Tom, the blacksmith.

It's worthy of a king.

You would be better off
with a sword you trusted.

No.
It has almost perfect balance.

Tom's not the royal sword Smith.

I'm surprised
Arthur went to him.

That was me.

I felt he needed a better sword.

You show him
the most extraordinary loyalty.

That is my job, sire.

- But beyond the line of duty.
- Well...

You could say
there is a bond between us.

I'm glad.

Look after him.

(Exhaling)

You can have what you came for,

the father, not the son.

(Swords clashing)

(Roaring)

(All cheering)

I thought you said
a wraith couldn't be killed.

Yes, it was remarkable.

Is that a new sword, sire?

It's the best I've
ever fought with.

May I have a look?

I was intrigued
by those markings.

On one side it says,
"take me up,"

and on the other,
"cast me away."

What does that mean?

- May I ask who made it, sire?
- Merlin gave it me.

It was forged for Arthur.

That should heal pretty quickly.
I'll redress it tomorrow.

Thank you, Gaius.
Thank you for everything.

You had Gaius drug me.

- I was meant to fight him.
- No, you weren't.

- But the knight's code is very clear.
- Be damned!

I believed you would die
and that was a risk I couldn't take.

You are too precious to me.

You mean more to me
than anything I know.

More than this entire kingdom,
and certainly more than my own life.

I've always thought that...

What?

That I was
a big disappointment to you.

That is my fault and not yours.

You are my only son
and I wouldn't wish for another.

- I heard you fought pretty well.
- Thanks.

You should join us for training.

Sort out your footwork.

I'll show you footwork.

- You know why I'm looking at you.
- No.

Uther told me you provided him
with his sword today.

It must have been
a very powerful blade to slay the dead.

- Did you enchant it?
- No, I didn't.

- Who did then?
- Wasn't me.

Shame, it saved the king's life,

I'd have been very proud of you.

- Well...
- Never mind.

Dragon: Merlin!

Merlin!

Merlin!

So does Arthur live?

Yes, the sword worked.
It was incredible, amazing.

- As I promised.
- But_

Yes?

Things didn't quite go
according to plan.

I mean they did, except,

it wasn't Arthur
who wielded the sword,

it was uther.

(Roaring)

- I tried, but he just took it.
- No!

Uther's the king.
I couldn't stop him.

The sword was born
of the old magic.

You have no idea of its power.

In the hands of uther,
it will bring only evil.

- I'll get it back.
- You have betrayed me.

You are not ready to be trusted.

I'll bring it to you.
You can destroy it.

What is made cannot be unmade.

So what do you want me to do?

Take the sword far from here

and place it where no mortal man

can ever find it.

Merlin:
I'm going back to ealdor.

If you used your magic
then no one else would have to die.

There's too many of them.

Merlin: If it comes to a
choice between saving people's lives

and revealing who I really am,
then there is no choice.

You can't let Arthur
know about your gift.