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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.

Arthur:
Well, this is nice, isn't it?

Just the two of us.

Well, three of us.

Merlin? Merlin doesn't count.

Don't count?

Not here, not actually
speaking right now.

Aren't you impressed
that I remembered our anniversary?

But you didn't remember.
I reminded you over a month ago.

Yes, but I remembered
that it was today...

-Today.

- Actually, I did.
- Shut up, Merlin.

Gaius:
You're very fortunate, sire.

A fall like that,
you could've broken your neck.

What about the men who attacked us?
Have they been questioned?

I'm sorry, sire.
Their wounds were fatal.

We were unable to learn
anything from them.

We know one thing. It can't have been
a coincidence that they were there.

Leon: Sire.

We recovered your saddle
from the forest trail.

The girth has been
unpicked and restitched.

It was designed to break, sire.

Arthur: It appears, Merlin,
on this single, solitary occasion...

You may be right.

Afternoon, sir knights.

Horses are shod
and watered as requested.

- You are tyr seward?
- I am, sir Gwaine.

You know I am.

- Stable hand to the king?
- That is my honor, yes.

Is the king not pleased
with my work?

Have I done something wrong?

Are you gelda seward,
mother of tyr seward?

- Yes.
- Gwaine: And you live here with your son?

- Is he in some kind of trouble?
- He's been arrested on suspicion of treason.

No. No, that cannot be.
You've made a mistake.

- My tyr's as loyal to the king as you are.
- Here.

Leon: The thread that we found
at the boy's home...

Matches that used
to sabotage your saddle, sire.

Who put you up to this, tyr?

No one. No one's put me
up to anything, sire.

Arthur:
Are you saying you acted alone?

Had no help, no accomplice?

I don't know anything about
these things you're talking about.

I've done nothing, sire...

Save look after your horse
and tack like I always do.

The evidence is
staring you in the face.

You can't deny it.

Sire, I swear on my mother's life.

Just give me their name.
Why protect them?

They can't help you now.
Just give me their name.

I have no name.

There's no name to give.

Then you leave me no choice.

Though it saddens me
greatly to do so...

I must charge you with treason.

Is there anything further
you'd like to say?

Tyr: You're my king, sire.

I'd never do anything
to hurt you. Never.

Tyr seward,
by the power vested in me...

I hereby sentence you to death.

Merlin:
How long have you known tyr?

He's been in my service
since he was a boy.

Do you really think
him capable of this treason?

What I think is irrelevant.
The facts speak for themselves.

Arthur, to sentence him to death...

The law is the law, Merlin,
whether I like it or not.

Why would tyr want Arthur dead?
It makes no sense.

Perhaps he harbored some grudge...

Some festering resentment.

What grudge could he bear?
He loved his work.

He was deeply proud of it.
And Arthur respected him,

I know he did.
He always treated him fairly and well.

Merlin, it's not always possible
to know what's in the mind of another man.

Maybe so, but Arthur was
right about one thing.

Tyr could not have done this alone.
Someone else is involved.

And unless we find out
who they are...

What's to stop them
from trying it again?

Gwen: Arthur.

I know you were fond of tyr,
but you had no choice.

He was guilty.

Tyr seward is a simple man.

He can't have planned
this assassination himself.

Well, I know that's
what you'd like to think.

We all would.

But hard as it is to accept...

Even a great and honorable king
has enemies within his walls.

Very often the last person
that you would suspect.

Tyr is just such a person.

No, you're right.

I suppose experience should've
taught me that by now.

The important thing is
he didn't succeed.

I've already lost my brother.
I couldn't bear to lose you too.

I'm here, Guinevere.

Always will be.

I'll never leave you.
I promise you that.

Thought you might
like some food.

Eating is not Gaius's
strong point, as you know.

Heh-heh. Well, at least it's not
that turnip stew.

Thank you, Merlin.

I'd like to help you, tyr, if I can.

You heard the king.

No one can help me now.

I know you, tyr.
Whatever you did,

I don't believe
you meant any harm.

I didn't do anything.
On my honor, I didn't.

But something happened, didn't it?

- No.
- Tyr, please.

I know you're not to blame.
Just tell me what happened.

- No, they'll...
- Who?

This was a few days back.

One of the horses
came down with colic,

so I had to sleep in the stable
to watch over him.

Go on, it's all right.

That night I was woke up by a sound.

There was someone there,
going over the king's saddle.

I knew it wasn't right.

I tried to get away
and warn someone...

But they saw me.

They told me if I so much as whispered
a word of what I'd seen...

They'd take my mother.

They'd take her
and they'd cut her throat.

Who was it?

- I can't.
- Tyr, please tell me.

This is the only chance you have.

You'll be hanged if you don't.

- And they'll kill my mother if I do.
- Tyr.

I can help you.

No. If it means me dying
instead of her...

Then so be it. I'd rather die.

Arthur: You went to the cells to see tyr.
Merlin: Yes.

We've been over this before.
We know what he said.

- The evidence doesn't lie.
- I don't deny the crime, sire...

But the only part that tyr played
is to see it done.

- He told you this?
- Five minutes ago.

- And who was it?
- He wouldn't say.

He was too frightened.
They threatened him.

I must speak with him at once.

Arthur, surely it can wait.

Gaius told you to rest,
let your injuries heal.

Arthur: I'll be fine. I want
to hear what he has to say.

And you shall, but tyr's said
all he's willing to say for now.

He's clearly frightened
and unsure what to do. Don't push him.

Let him think it over
and maybe after a night in the cells...

He'll be prepared to say more.

As always, Guinevere,
you're right.

Merlin: Have you noticed anything
about Gwen of late?

Nothing unusual. Why?

I'm not sure, exactly.

Something she's said?
Something she's done?

It's nothing in particular.

It just seems to me
that ever since she returned...

From the dark tower,
she hasn't been quite herself.

Well, is that so surprising?
She lost her only brother.

Elyan was all the family she had.

And grief changes people, Merlin.

I know they do, but...

Besides, we can only guess at what
morgana put her through.

That's what worries me.

- Tyr.
- What are you doing here?

Nothing to worry about.
I just want to talk.

- I've said nothing.
- Shh. Come closer.

We don't want to be heard,
do we?

I've told no names.

I've not mentioned you to anyone.

I believe you.

My mother's safe?
You've not harmed her?

Your mother is alive and well.
She's not the problem.

You see, tyr, it's not
what you haven't said...

It's what you may yet say.

The blade punctured his heart.

He suffered very little,
I'm glad to say.

- You've spoken to the night patrols?
- They saw nothing unusual, sire.

Arthur: What about the guards?
Why didn't they raise the alarm?

Sire, I found this
in the grate in the guard room.

Clary wort.
A powerful soporific, sire.

I've been a fool.

I should've spoken to him
when I had the chance.

What?

Whoever did this was no stranger
to Camelot.

They knew this citadel inside out.

- Guinevere.
- The plan failed.

Does he suspect you?

Not yet,
but the stable hand saw me.

- He was going to tell them everything.
- Was?

You have some good news then?

With tyr gone, you have to find
someone else to take the fall.

When Arthur dies,
you have to be beyond all suspicion.

You must have the support
of the knights.

Only with their allegiance will your path
to the throne be clear.

But what good is all this?

- Arthur's still alive.
- For now.

But tonight you'll have
everything you need to finish the job.

Arthur's doubled the guard.
There are patrols night and day.

- I can't risk it.
- Gwen, Gwen.

It is I that will come to you.

Gwen!

I've been looking for you everywhere.
Arthur's been beside himself with worry.

Well, there was no need to worry.
I was just walking in the Meadow.

Since elyan died,
sometimes I just need time to myself.

Well, I understand,
but you should be careful.

A patrol was attacked
in the woods only an hour ago.

Oh, I had no idea.
Thank you, Merlin.

I'll be more careful next time.

No broken bones, I'm glad to say.

- Anything else you remember?
- Nothing.

One minute
I was pursuing them through the trees...

The next I was flat on the ground.

- You're sure it's sorcery?
- Gwaine: Without a doubt.

- Powerful, too.
- Morgana?

- It's possible, but why was she there?
- Merlin: Maybe she was meeting someone.

Why would she come
so close to the citadel?

Maybe she had to. Maybe whoever
she was meeting was here in Camelot.

Arthur: Until we have more to go on,
this is idle speculation.

Gaius, Merlin, see what
you can find in the woods.

Perhaps there's something
we overlooked.

-I'll go with them
-you'll do no such thing.

You rest, Gwaine.
Physician's orders.

I don't think this is over.

What do you mean?

Whoever's responsible
for the attack on Arthur's life...

What's to stop them
from trying again?

Gwaine: They haven't a chance.
The citadel's on full alert.

Every entrance,
every exit's being watched.

Trust me. Arthur's safe as long
as he remains in Camelot.

That's just it.
What if he's not safe here?

What if Camelot's the most
dangerous place that he could be?

Who could have access
to the stables?

Who could've known
the way out to the cells?

Who knew that tyr
would do anything to protect his mother?

You need to stay close to Arthur
and do whatever you can to protect him.

You have my word on it, Merlin.

Who are you?

It matters not who I am.

What I want and whether
you can give it to me.

And what is it that you want?

Tincture, the power to kill.

Not just to kill, but to do so slowly
and with the utmost pain.

Very particular, what you seek.

It has a very particular purpose.

Well?

Do you possess such a thing?

- Here.
- What are they?

Valerian. Two drops will render
the victim unconscious.

And henbane.

A single drop administered
through the ear...

Their death will be as prolonged...

And as unpleasant
as could be wished for.

Ah. These are uncommon things.

Hard to come by, hard to prepare.

Very generous, my lady.

More than enough to buy my wares...

Not my silence.

Arthur, are you all right?

What if Merlin's right?

What if morgana did attack the patrol?

- Morgana?
- She wants me dead.

What better way of achieving that than
conspiring with an ally within Camelot?

An ally who she couldn't risk
meeting within these walls?

- Who?
- Whoever killed tyr.

But that doesn't make sense.
If you were the target, why kill tyr?

To protect their identity.

Perhaps.

Tyr's killer had an intimate knowledge
of the palace.

Whoever they were,
they must be known to me...

And they must be here
as we speak.

If what you say is true,
they must be found, quickly.

And if they're not,
they'll strike again.

I will not let that happen.

I would lay down my life
to protect you.

You'll find them, Arthur,
you and I together.

Gaius.

Yes, it's certainly not natural.

It's morgana. I'm sure of it.

Gaius:
You sure we're in the right place?

Merlin: Gwaine said he spotted them
somewhere around here.

There, on that branch.

It's not much to go on, is it?

Raw imported silk.

Traders ask a small fortune for it.

Whoever that belongs to
is extremely wealthy.

What is that,
some kind of embroidery?

Indeed. Woven threads
of silver and gold.

Only those of the highest rank
can afford such a thing.

Merlin?

Where are you going now?

Arthur: Merlin.

Would you care to explain
exactly what it is that you're doing?

I was just checking for holes.

Holes.

- Yes, that's...
- Where the hand goes.

Granted, but look.

Mm. That I believe is
where the other hand goes.

Right. The arms are the same.

You can't be too careful.
A lady's modesty is at stake, after all.

Is it now?

Merlin, I would strongly recommend
that you start showing...

A little less interest
in Guinevere's clothing...

And a little more interest in mine.

I think I prefer Gwen's.

I'm going to do
everything in my power...

To try and forget that
you everjust said that.

I suggest you do the same.

Just a few drops will ease
your troubles, my dear.

Do you understand?

Come.

Are you prepared?

Have you found someone
to take the fall?

Don't worry.
I have someone in mind.

Guinevere. I began
to wonder where you were.

Sorry, I had some business
to attend to in town.

I hope you have an appetite.

Mm. And a thirst.

Arthur: What took you into town?

Just delivering supplies
to those most in need.

Your kindness
never ceases to amaze me.

Keep your grubby hands
off my dumplings.

You know, now that I think of it...

We never got to have
our little celebration, did we?

Yes, why was that?

To us.

Gaius: All the evidence suggests
that the king has been poisoned.

Gwen: Certain, Gaius?

Gaius: Quite certain.

The sweating,
the corruption of the skin...

The traces of tincture
around the ear.

They all point
to the use of henbane.

Is there no hope?

The poison is a deadly one, milady.

There may be a way
to arrest its course...

But I cannot guarantee it.

One thing I know for certain.
Whoever did this lives among us.

Whoever did this
has betrayed us all.

Someone who is free to roam
the citadel as they please.

Someone who has access
to the king's stables...

The king's prison...

Even the king's food.

There is only one I know of.

Merlin.

How is Arthur?

Gaius: There is no change.

I know how you must feel
about Merlin.

You must believe me
when I say how sorry I am...

But the evidence
against him is overwhelming.

You did what you had to do, Guinevere.

You had no choice.

- I understand that.
- Thank you.

Is there no hope, Gaius?
None at all?

I will not lie to you.

Arthur's time is
nearly upon him.

But until the king draws
his last breath...

There is always hope.

You were right, Merlin.
Whatever morgana did in the dark tower...

She's taken control over Gwen
and used her to get to Arthur.

- Can you save him?
- The poison's too strong, too virulent.

Your magic is his only hope.

You need to get me
out of here, somehow.

You promised you'd never leave me, Arthur.

You promised.

He's our strength, our heart.

How can I live without him?

How can any of us live without him?

Because we must.

My lady, if Arthur is to die,
we will lose more than that.

The kingdom will lose its king.

While Arthur lives,
there is still a king of Camelot.

But when the time comes, and it...

- It will surely come soon.
- -We need to be prepared.

If we do not have a leader
and a guide...

Camelot and all the kingdom
will be vulnerable.

Everything Arthur worked
so hard to achieve will be threatened.

But who could wear his crown?

He's no family to succeed him.

And who among us is
worthy of such a thing?

You are, my lady.

- Me?
- You are as close to family as Arthur has.

No one can deny your wisdom,
your compassion and your loyalty.

I am certain were Arthur
able to make this decision...

He would chose you.

I don't know what to say.

I realize that this is
a great responsibility...

But you will not be alone.

I guarantee you myself
and all the knights will stand by you...

Now and forever.

Thank you, Leon.

I am lucky indeed
to have such friends.

- Who are you?
- What kind of a damn fool question is that?

I am who I am
and I am who I was...

And I am who I will always be.

- That's no answer.
- What other answer is there?

It's the only answer worth giving.

- What are you doing here?
- Incredible.

You follow one idiot question
with another!

I'm visiting the cells...

As you perfectly well know.

No, you're not.
Not unless we say so, you're not.

But you already said so.

Only 10 minutes ago you said so.

You said so and I did so!

- No, we didn't.
- What on earth is wrong with you?

Something interesting
in your tea, is there?

It's hardly any wonder
your prisoners are being murdered...

If you can't even remember
who you're letting in...

And who you're letting out!
You let me in!

And I thank you for that.

And now, apparently,
I have to let myself out!

Ah!

Good bye!

You! What are you doing
in my kitchen?

- Nothing.
- "Nothing" means "mischief" in my book.

Well, you've been reading
the wrong book.

- And "mischief" means "theft."
- No, it doesn't.

And theft means my pies.

Your pies?

Why on earth
would anyone want to steal...

Your godforsaken pies?

My pies are the talk of Camelot.

Oh. Yes, indeed they are.

A crust like rusted iron,
a filling like last year's horse dung.

And the smell. Oh yes,
just like the guard house's latrine!

No one insults my pies
and gets away with it!

Oh, I'm sorry. Should I speak instead
of your poisonous flans...

Like vomit, curdling
in the noonday sun?

Or your dumplings?
The king himself...

Likened them to freshly lain
frog spawn wrapped in pig snot!

What would you know about
the king and my dumplings?

Oh, good grief.

Should've done that years ago.

You there!

There! This way!

He's gone. We've lost him.

Inform the men we have an intruder.
Put the citadel on high alert.

That was no wind.
It was sorcery.

Light the braziers!
Search the courtyard!

Are you all right? Gwen: Yes.

You haven't seen anything,
heard anything?

Gwen: Nothing, why? Gwaine:
There's an intruder within our walls.

- Here in the citadel?
- Yes, milady.

We last saw them in the main square
before we lost sight of them.

My lady, you may be in danger.

Gwaine will take you to the guest chambers.
He'll insure no harm comes to you there.

Gwen: Why would anyone wish me harm?
Gaius: You are to be our leader, Gwen.

You are Camelot's future.

Do you imagine our enemies
don't want you dead?

I can't leave Arthur, not now.

Gaius: Gwen, I promise if there's
any change, I'll fetch you at once.

Gwaine:
Gaius is right. Come, milady.

You're not safe here.

- How on earth did you get in here?
- Don't even ask.

How is he?

His heart is nearly stopped.

I fear he's close to death.

The sickness is so deep in him.

I don't know if I have the power
to bring him back.

You can do this, Merlin.

Gaius.

- Merlin.
- Ha-ha-ha!

Well done, Merlin. Well done!

You'd better get back to the cells
before you're missed.

But there are guards on every floor.
How am I gonna get back down there?

Well, the same way
as you came up, obviously.

Obviously.

Morning, Merlin.

If you've got a moment,
the king would like a word.

Arthur: Merlin.

This is one of the two,
possibly three...

Moments in my life where I've actually
been glad to see you.

That's my thoughts exactly, sire.

How are you feeling?

- Like death.
- Mm.

Well, death warmed up, at least.

- I can imagine.
- Mm.

Well, it seems like we've both been through
something of an ordeal.

Well, it wasn't so bad, really...

Once you get used
to the eternal night, the rats...

The moldy pillars and living
with a bucket of your own...

- Merlin.
- Heh-heh.

I'm sorry about
what happened to you, truly.

As soon as I heard, I told them it couldn't
have been you who poisoned me.

Had the cook confirm your alibi.

Thank you.

I told them you weren't bright enough
to organize an assassination attempt.

- That's very thoughtful.
- You're welcome.

There is something that
I need to talk to you about.

Sorry, Merlin, another time. They're
waiting for me in the council chambers.

Thanks to Guinevere,
some new evidence has come to light.

The queen found
these vials in my chambers.

They bear, as you can see,
a distinctive Mark.

Thanks to her tireless efforts
she's been able to trace them.

This is your Mark, is it not?
It is my Mark, yes.

What does this vial contain?

- Valerian, sire.
- What does it do?

It renders the subject unconscious.

- This one?
- Henbane.

It's poison, my lord.

A lethal poison.

And it is only thanks
to the great skill of my physician...

That I am still alive.
Apothecary: I am sorry, my lord.

I supplied it, I confess...

But I did not know that
it was intended for you. In truth, I was...

I was too afraid to ask.

To afraid to ask who?

She who procured it.

And did you recognize this woman?

Well, I cannot say for certain...

But I believed it
to be morgana pendragon.

Because of the queen's diligence,
the truth has been uncovered.

Each and every one of us
owes her a great debt.

Long live the queen.

Crowd:
Long live the queen! Long live the queen!

Long live the queen!
Long live the queen!

Long live the queen!
Long live the queen!

Long live the queen!

Long live the queen!

Man:
You're not happy with your husband?

I'd be happy if he died tomorrow.