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Great dragon:
In a land of myth and a time of magic...

The destiny of a great kingdom
rests on the shoulders of a young man.

His name: Merlin.

Woman: Osgar...

You know what must be done.

I do.

Stand.

The fate of Arthur pendragon
is in your hands now.

See that you honor it.

You're getting good, mordred. Very good.

- My lord.
- I may have to start trying soon.

My lord.

Always remember...

Did you see how mordred used a contre quarte
to my high-line attack? It was skillfully done.

- Really?
- You understand what a contre quarte is, right?

I'd guess it's a type of parry
beginning in the quarter position...

Ending with a twist of the wrist.

You have been paying attention.

What do you think of young mordred?

He's, uh, making progress.

He has all the makings of a fine knight.
Don't you think?

There are many fine knights in Camelot.

Yes, but if I'm not mistaken,
he'll be one of the finest.

And I'm determined he will receive
nothing but encouragement from me.

You think he's not ready?

It's not that.
He's an excellent swordsman.

You think he's too young.
Too headstrong.

He's always been
thoughtful and modest.

Well, he sounds perfect, Merlin.

I can't ignore what I saw.

Mordred is destined
to play a part in Arthur's death.

Perhaps. Perhaps not. The future
has many paths. That is only one.

Have you ever seen him show anything
but kindness towards Arthur?

- No, but...
- If mordred wished Arthur ill...

He's had ample opportunity to do so.

He's a likable boy, Merlin.

I know. I like him myself.
But I can't ignore what I saw.

Seeing is not the same as knowing.

And we must know for certain...

Before we act.

What news from the east, sir Leon?

Serious news I'm afraid, sire.

As you know, a few days ago
our Garrison in the forest of breckfire...

Intercepted the man
who goes by the name of osgar.

The sorcerer. Leon: The same.

They were trying to apprehend him
when he used his powers to escape.

I'm sorry to report sir ranulf
was mortally wounded.

He was a loyal and true knight.

Place all the men in the
eastern territories on high alert.

Yes, sir.

I personally shall lead a patrol
to bring this osgar to justice.

Is it necessary for you to go in person?

A king must lead
or what's the point of him?

You led the men when you saved
mithian's father and I nearly lost you.

Sir ranulf's death cannot go unpunished.

You have many fine men to avenge him.

He wasn'tjust a knight, Guinevere.

He was a friend.
We knew each other as boys.

I must go.

Have no fear.

I'll be perfectly safe.
As you say, I have many fine knights.

- Yes?
- You wish to see me, sire?

Ah, mordred. Come in. Come in.

The time has come for you
to accompany your king.

- My lord?
- I want you to join me on a patrol...

To white mountain.

- To breckfire?
- Congratulations.

- This is a great honor. I...
- Arthur: You've earned your place.

- Be ready to ride at dawn.
- I shall be, my lord.

You won't regret this.

I promise.

He has all the makings
of an excellent knight.

I do believe you've grown fond of him.

It's one of those things I do.

Gwaine: You sure you haven't
forgotten anything, mordred?

- Do you think so?
- Isn't he missing a dagger?

I can't see a water bottle.

His boot. He's missing a boot, I think.

You sure this is a good idea?

He's a good fighter, a brave knight.

He's very young.

Where would any of us be, Merlin,
if no one had given us a chance?

Gentlemen.

Merlin?

You will take care of him?

- Doesn't always make it easy.
- I know.

Arthur: Merlin?

Leon: It is a tradition.

- Elyan: Goes back years.
- We all had to do it on our first patrol.

Mordred, what on earth are you doing?

Melding the saddle, my lord.

As in the ancient tradition of melding.

Ah, of course.
I trust your breeches are on inside-out.

My lord?

It's osgar. He's close.

He's getting careless.

Sire.

Who are you? What's your purpose?

I was beginning to fear
you had taken the wrong path.

- Who are you?
- Osgar: My name is osgar.

And I have an important message
for your king.

- Take me to him.
- It'll be our pleasure.

Do you not know who I am?

You are a sorcerer, a
heretic and a murderer.

No. Just a man who values his freedom.

Take me to your king.

Would you challenge me?

Stop!

Sire.

- My name is osgar.
- I know who you are.

I am sent from the sacred disir
to pass judgment on Arthur pendragon...

The once and future king.

What right have you to pass judgment?

No man is above the disir, however royal.

It is my duty to pass
theirjudgment onto you, dread king.

My sacred duty.

Your hand, Arthur pendragon.

It is done.

What is the meaning of this?

It is both judgment and fate.

You have waged war
on the people of the old religion.

Now the ancient gods answer you.

The disir have spoken.

The circle of fate begins to close.

For even as Camelot flowers...

The seeds of her destruction
are being sown.

What nonsense is this?

It is not too late, Arthur.

Not too late to find the true path.

Redeem yourself.

No further chance shall be given.

What would the king say?

Sorcerers are not permitted
marked graves.

It's all right, Merlin.

I'd have done the same.

He was one of us, after all.

It won't always be like this.

One day we'll live in freedom again.

- You really believe that?
- I do.

Until then...

We go unmarked in death as in life.

- Swelling should go down by morning.
- Let's hope so.

How is he?

I've applied poultices.
They'll make a full recovery.

You're a skilled physician, Merlin.

Watched Gaius, that's all.

He also makes a very fine breakfast
as you'll soon discover, eh, Merlin?

- Now I've offended him.
- Heh.

Arthur:
Come, Merlin. Warm yourself. Have a drink.

To young mordred
on his first successful mission.

- It was nothing.
- It was timely and vigilant.

- Merlin?
- Congratulations.

If he died and was granted eternal happiness,
I do believe he'd find reason to be miserable.

Come, Merlin. We've triumphed.

Osgar could have easily killed you.

- He didn't, did he?
- But he was a sorcerer.

It was quite within his power.

He was deranged.

The rune Mark.

A trinket. Nothing more. Here.

I'll have the jeweler mount it
as a memento of our success.

- Are you feeling all right, Merlin?
- Quite, my lord.

I think more and more I find your face
resembles the back end of a cat.

See, you don't even laugh
at my jokes anymore. Seriously.

I haven't seen you smile
these past three days.

I'm not sure there's
a great deal to smile about.

Sire, thank you for coming.

Please.

Don't tell me Merlin's got you
believing his nonsense too, Gaius.

This is a rune Mark, my lord.

That's what everyone keeps telling me.

In times past,
this Mark aroused great fear.

It was given to those found wanting
by the court of the disir.

The disir?

The highest court of the old religion.

Three women were chosen at birth
to be trained as seers and soothsayers.

Their only task was to interpret
the word of the triple goddess.

When they sat in judgment,
their word was final.

All this worn-out superstition
has no relevance now.

I don't see what bearing
it has on me or Camelot.

Because, sire...

The disir have seen
fit to give you this.

This is the judgment
of the gods against you.

This is nonsense, surely.

The old religion held that the rune Mark
not only contained the man's guilt...

But the path that the gods
have chosen for him.

That is why it is both a judgment and fate.

I make my own path.

Do you?

It is said that only the gods
can alter a man's fate.

And even then, only when he repents
and appeases them.

You don't believe any of this?

I'm an old man, sire.

Old enough to be wary of dismissing
other people's beliefs.

Have I not made Camelot
a fairer and more just kingdom?

You have, my lord.

Have I not rid it of the cruelties
and injustices of the past?

- You have.
- I am not my father.

- Then why do they judge me so?
- I'm not sure I'm the person to ask.

I am asking you, Merlin.

Man to man.

Well, perhaps I feel you're worthy enough
to be judged.

What do you mean by that?

Judgment is wasted on a man
who won't listen.

You think I should take them seriously?

I think you already have.

If there's nothing else...

No, thank you.

You were right to summon me, Merlin.

The disir are the mouthpiece
of the triple goddess.

It is she who has decreed Arthur's fate.

What is it to be?

The rune Mark predicts Arthur's death.

When?

When will Arthur die?

The future is never clear, Merlin.
You should know that by now.

There are many paths.

Not all lead to Camelot's ruin.

- Do they lead to mordred?
- The druid boy?

His fate and Arthur's are bound together
like Ivy around a tree.

I fear he is dangerous.

There is good cause to doubt him.

Is there nothing I can do?

Sometimes to save the tree...

The Ivy must be cut.

You had a chance to kill
the druid boy once before.

If you have another...

You must not fail.

Gwen: Arthur?

I thought you might be hungry.
You ate nothing at supper.

Thank you.

He was a deranged, desperate man.
You said so yourself.

Merlin was right.
He could have killed me...

But instead he thought it was
more important to give me this.

And he gave his life doing so.

- Who can fathom the mind of a fanatic?
- It wasn't what was in his eyes, Guinevere.

There was no hatred there.
It was something else.

Pity almost.

Why would a sorcerer pity a king?

Come. Eat something.

What if the disir are right?
What if I have transgressed in some way?

What if I've put Camelot in danger?

Arthur, you are a good and just king.

The disir don't seem to think so.

That is because
they don't know you like I do.

If they did, they would
feel nothing but love.

- Is it late? Have I overslept?
- Gaius: Not yet dawn.

- My lord?
- Where can I find the disir?

Sire, I...

Gaius, if anyone knows
where to find them, it's you.

Until yesterday,
I didn't know they still existed.

They do as we know.

So again...

Where can I find them?

Sire, I do not think it is wise for...

Gaius. Do I look like a man to trifle with?

It is said that the disir divine
using an ancient pool.

In turn, the pool is fed...

By the sacred spring at calandry.

The source of the spring is a grove
of yew trees in the white mountains.

The grove at breneved.

Thank you.

We leave within the hour.

Be careful, Merlin.
I don't know what you'll encounter.

But the old ways will be
at their strongest there.

The calandry is at the very center
of their powers.

Mordred: My lord. You are going
to the white mountains?

Arthur: I am.

Then I humbly petition to come with you.

This is not for novices, mordred.

Did I not serve you well?

Then I will do again.

There's no mere sorcerer
this time, mordred.

Our mission is dangerous...

In ways we cannot perhaps imagine.

Then you will need good men by your side.

Let me serve. Let me do my duty.

Arthur: Merlin?

See to it he has everything he needs.

Stay close. Know your positions.

- My lord.
- What is it, Merlin?

- This place is sacred.
- Arthur: It's a cave, Merlin.

Merlin: It's more than that.

Any one cave is the same as any other.

You can't go armed into a sacred place.

You want us to go in there unarmed?

Of all the ridiculous things
that you've ever said, Merlin...

There's been a few.

That's the most ridiculous. By far.

I am Arthur pendragon...

King of Camelot.

I've come to know the meaning of this.

Grove of breneved is
in the kingdom of Camelot...

Subject to its laws, its decrees.

Every man, however humble,
however noble...

Has the right to be
judged only by his peers.

Yet you judge me in my absence.

Explain yourselves.

- We do not judge.
- We do not condemn.

Disir 3: We are but the internuncio
of the one who presides over all.

- Who sees all.
- Who knows all.

All: The triple goddess.

And you, Arthur pendragon,
have angered her.

How so?

Have I not been an honorable king?

Have I not made Camelot a fair
and just kingdom?

Disir 1: So much is true.

But you have denied the old religion.

Disir 3: Dismissed its faith.

Persecuted its followers.

Even unto slaughter.

I fight against sorcery.

Superstition, that's all.

Disir 2: Embrace the ways
of the old religion, Arthur.

Or risk the ire of the goddess.

Disir 2: The destruction
of everything you most value.

- The end of your reign.
- The fall of Camelot itself.

I refuse to be judged
by those who do not know me.

Disir 3: You are known, Arthur.
You have always been known.

And now you come here
to the most sacred of the sacred.

To the very heart of the old religion.
With weapons drawn.

Trampling hallowed relics.

Treating our sacred space
like you do your kingdom.

- With arrogance.
- With conceit.

With insolence.

Enough! You speak of the king.

On me!

Merlin!

How is he?

It's not a simple wound.
Sorcery's involved.

Is there anything you can do?

This is beyond my skills, sire.

We need to get him back to Camelot.

That's a long and arduous journey.
What if he doesn't survive it?

Look, ifearthat Gaius
is the only one that can save him.

Mount up. We ride for Camelot.

He grows worse.

There has been little change.

I should have never let him come.

He wanted to prove himself.

Arthur: And he has.

He saved my life for the second time.

Merlin is right.

This is no ordinary wound.

There is magic at play.

Can you save him?

I'm but a physician.
There are limits to my knowledge.

- But there must be something that can be done.
- Perhaps.

I shall do everything in my power, sire.

Arthur:
Let me know the moment he improves.

Only your magic can save him, Merlin.

I cannot save the life of a man
destined to kill Arthur.

If mordred is destined
to take the king's life...

Why has he just saved it?

I cannot ignore what the dragon said.

What happened to the young boy
who came into my chambers...

Just a few years ago?

He grew up.

And he learned the meaning of duty.

It's not your fault.

He begged you to let him go.
It was a kindness to allow...

- It was foolishness.
- No.

You told me once...

That mordred had a strong sense of duty.

- That's true.
- You also told me that he was impetuous.

- I should have listened to you.
- No, you shouldn't.

If mordred hadn't gone,
it could be you in Gaius's chambers.

Mordred did his duty so you could do yours.

To be king.

Yes?

- Sire.
- Is there any news?

I thought that once we got him
back to Camelot, in your care...

Gaius: The staff that caused the wound
was forged using powerful sorcery.

- All the same...
- The poison that runs through his veins...

Is beyond remedy.

There must be...

Something you can do.

I'm afraid not.

Only the disir themselves have the power
to counteract their own sorcery.

I'm afraid we must prepare ourselves
for the worst.

I'll go to them.

- Sire, I do not think that...
- And beg for mercy.

Prepare the horses. We leave at once.

- Why do you risk so much for one man?
- I'd do the same for any knight.

Though obviously not me.

Actually, I would.

Servants are hard to come by,
even the bad ones.

I'm touched.

Mordred saved my life.
What greater debt can there be?

A debt to your people.

To your destiny.

You almost sound as if you care.

I do care.

About who you are, Arthur.

- Who you are destined to become.
- It's fated.

It doesn't matter what
I do. It'll still happen.

- There's a difference between fate and destiny.
- You think too much, Merlin.

The situation's quite simple.
A brother in arms saves my life.

When he in turn is threatened,
it's my duty to do all I can to save him.

I'm not totally insensitive, Merlin.

I can see that some people feel
that this is a sacred place.

I'm even prepared to admit
that you're right sometimes.

Obviously I'll deny ever saying that.

Obviously.

Disir 1: Arthur pendragon.

- King of Camelot.
- We have been expecting you.

My men and I behaved
with arrogance and stupidity.

We dishonored this place
and insulted your faith.

And I humbly beg your forgiveness.

One amongst us...

Sir mordred...

May yet pay the ultimate price.

I've come here to
petition you for his life.

Why should we help you?

Arthur: I ask not for myself
but for a young man...

Whose only crime was
to sacrifice himself for his king.

The future holds much pain and suffering
for you, Arthur pendragon.

Disir 1:
For you and your people.

Disir 2:
If you wish to save all you hold dear.

If you wish to save your kingdom.

Embrace the old religion.

- Learn her ways.
- Bow to the goddess.

You know I can't do that.

Disir 1: Consider carefully.

You have until dawn.

How did you know this place was sacred?

That's obvious.

Pretend it isn't.

Everything here...

So full of life.

Every tree. Every leaf.

Every insect.

It's as if the world is vibrating.

As if everything is much more than itself.

You feel all that?

Don't you?

What will you do?

I don't know.

My heart says do anything I can
to save mordred.

But I've seen what misery
unfettered sorcery brings.

Before my father outlawed magic...

Camelot was almost destroyed by sorcery.

In my own time, morgana's used it
for nothing but evil.

What would you do?

- In my place?
- Me?

I'm just a lackey, maker of beds.

Lackeys can be wise.

It's not like you to be silent.

The kingdom's future is at stake.

And a man's life.

You must protect Camelot.
You must protect the world...

You spent your life building.

A just and fair kingdom for all.

You'd have me sacrifice a friend?

I would have you become the king
you're destined to be.

If I do save mordred,
all my father's work will be for nothing.

Sorcery will reign once more in Camelot.
Is that what you'd want?

Perhaps my father was wrong.

Perhaps the old ways aren't as evil
as we thought.

So, what should we do?

Accept magic?

Or let mordred die?

There can be no place for magic in Camelot.

Disir 1: You have returned.

Is your decision made?

I cannot do as you ask.

Consider carefully, Arthur pendragon.

This is your last chance
to save all that is dear to you.

Disir 3: It will not come again.

I've seen too much...

To allow sorcery again within Camelot.

You have made your decision.

- Sealed your fate.
- And that of your kingdom.

All: Farewell. Arthur pendragon.

Merlin: You did the right thing.

I condemned a man to death.

For the sake of Camelot.

He saved my life, Merlin.

More than once.

I know.

Merlin:
How could I have been so stupid?

You did what you thought was best.

I assumed the best way to protect Arthur
was to kill mordred.

A perfectly natural assumption.

But all I did was make sure he lived.
That was the disir's judgment.

Mordred's life is Arthur's punishment
for rejecting magic.

You mustn't blame yourself.

But it is my fault.

Mordred is alive and well.

He's free to play his
part in Arthur's death...

And there's nothing
I can do to prevent it.

Merlin: Nothing.

Where is she?

I thought we could play a little game.

Whatever twisted game you're playing...

I want no part in it.