He's gone!
Take shelter. In the mill.
Run!
Run for the mill!
Go!
- Come on, Man Blood! - The horses!
- No time! - We can't outrun them on foot!
Do as I say, and stop bleeding!
Ya! Ya!
- Come on, Bergerum! - I'm bloody busy!
Hurry!
Bergerum!
No.
Is he breathing?
- I don't know. - How many are there?
A dozen in the field. Probably twice that in the wood.
- What's downstairs? - Food storage. A hatch to outside.
Put a sword by that hatch and get the wounded downstairs.
- We can't stay here. - Well, we can't reach the bloody horses,
so I suggest you grab a bow and take out as many as you can.
Come on, quickly. Careful.
Kaze should've been back by now.
What is this place?
Brother's Blood,
the Roman battleground cursed by the Cailleach.
Nimue?
How was it cursed? What did she do?
Didn't you tell ghost stories as a child?
No. Mine were real.
She conjured a fog that enveloped the Roman army.
And in that fog, the soldiers went mad
and slaughtered one another.
Brother's Blood.
Twenty thousand men fell here.
Thank the gods you're safe. What did you see?
We have less than an hour before Pendragon's soldiers reach us.
We can't lose them.
We can't circle back.
The Celts built tunnels in these cliffs to escape the Romans.
Some of them reach Gramaire.
Arthur and I used to play in them when we were kids.
You want me to go in that mountain?
No.
This place reeks of death magic.
In my land, the Bexare would burn this place
and cover it in salt.
We are fools to stay here.
We're fools to turn around.
I'd rather die battling the king's men
than die battling evil we cannot see or touch.
Whoa. Whoa.
Let's try here.
Well, not like we have a choice. We'll send the horses off, and hopefully,
Pendragon's soldiers will follow them instead.
No one listens.
Ya!
- Help me! - Fisherman!
Please, help me! Help! Help!
I have a message from our master, Rugen the Leper King.
I've been told to say your abilities are needed elsewhere.
I've been told to say the moment has come to claim the fish you have long sought.
Help!
Merlin the Magician.
I've been told to say
if you wish to seek vengeance on that fallen Shadow Lord,
then my lord will fill ten trunks with gems for you.
That is all I've been told to say.
Please! I can't breathe.
Please, help me! Help me! Don't!
Oh!
The Celts that defied Caesar.
They fought to the last man, woman, and child.
The Cailleach offers the people her help.
Then turns the Roman blades upon themselves.
The Cailleach protected the innocent.
But she demanded payment.
Payment?
Their children.
To be consumed by the Cailleach, the spider god.
This is the price of a people undefended.
They find themselves at the mercy of demons.
Not all demons know they are demons.
When the Cailleach first met the Celts, maybe she didn't yet know her true nature.
Oh...
Every second you hold that sword, the danger to your life increases.
Revenge took ownership of me.
It will do the same to you. Because you're my kin!
You worry about your nature?
Don't. The Devil's Tooth chose you for a reason.
It bent Merlin.
Every day I feel it trying to bend me.
Your character is stronger than his.
What do you know about me?
You hardly know me.
And all this sword wants is death.
- If you love it so much, take it. - That is the sword of your people.
It is your honor to wield it.
I'm sick of honor bought with blood!
Oh, stop whining!
Hold that sword and lead.
Lead them where?
To more slaughter?
There is no hope for the Fey.
This wretched thing belongs
- at the bottom of a well! - Nimue!
What have you done?
I don't know. I was just seized with the impulse to...
Gods, why did I do that?
Well, now we can't leave the bloody sword.
- I'll retrieve it. - No. We have to stay together.
Wait, you two retrace our steps. Meet me back in that chamber.
Here.
Nimue, everything is going to be all right.
I've been caught by a villager's ax.
Stitch me up.
Okay. Yep.
Uh...
Right there.
Beggar's Coast, it seems, is so named
because none of them have any bloody money!
Prepare the crew for a long sail to Black Chain.
Uh...
Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!
It's just, um... I'd quite like to find my friend,
and I think she may still be by Beggar's Coast.
You mistake me for someone who gives a flying shit!
Why are you still here?
Black Chain!
So,
have you always been a raider?
A raider?
Don't you mean a thief? Is that what you think I am?
No. No, no, no. Not... Not...
This is no raider ship.
This is the blade
that cuts out the heart of Eydis the Snake!
Eydis the Fair!
The lying whore daughter to Cumber the Ice King!
You try me, healer.
And that isn't hard to do when I can't find any bloody gold!
Maybe you should try raiding the Red Paladins.
You speak again?
Well, you've been stealing from the twice robbed.
I mean, these towns, they've already been sacked.
By the Red Paladins.
If it's gold you're after,
strike their camps,
got wagons full.
You're a shit healer.
Belay that order. Stay on Beggar's Coast!
Ya!
- How is she? - Yeah, she'll live.
Away. Both of you.
Are you healers?
Well, I am.
Boy, why am I looking at your face?
Because I'm here to rescue you.
I ordered you to stay back at camp.
Today I shall kill paladins, my lord.
Stay down here and out of trouble.
Watch him and plug that damn hole.
He's alive.
Bow. Give me a bow.
Surrender the Green Knight...
we'll let the rest of you live.
He's lying.
Come, now, Green Knight,
how many more will you make suffer for your crimes?
You see, I'm a patient man,
and I'm willing to wait for you.
But I will need to occupy my time.
Let me go.
You said before, had you gone down there, there'd be two dead Fey instead of one.
I don't care.
Let me explain how this works, Green Knight,
though I'm sure you can recall.
To give you enough time,
I'll slowly cut this fellow to pieces.
I can at least take a few of them with me!
Who would that save? Not Bergerum. Not those poor souls downstairs.
- I don't care! - Then you're a fool!
If you try to stop me again,
I will kill you.
So, what now, Green Knight?
Shall we untwist his stomach?
Yes?
Is that a yes?
Take him.
What have you done?
What had to be done.
Honor Bergerum by saving lives,
not wasting them.
Ehh!
Phillip.
Can I have a look?
No. Phillip!
No more food.
You little rascal!
Milady, you have a visitor.
Leave me.
Your family seems well.
They are.
Yours and their every need has been tended to?
Every one a peasant girl could have thought to ask for.
You acknowledge, then, that I have kept my promises to you?
The time has come for you to keep your promise to me.
Can I host you for the night?
Wine and pheasant?
If I could just...
spend one last evening with them?
The fates of two kings and thousands of lives
hinge on our actions in the next few hours.
The hounds are at my heels.
It must be now.
Say your goodbyes.
Ooh-oh! Very good.
No. Let them play.
Should've heard the tonsured weasels!
"The Pope will hear of this!"
As your captain, I declare open season on Red Paladins!
- Look at that! - Thank you, clerics.
Yeah!
For our captain!
Yeah!
Morgana!
Kaze?
Where is she?
Morgana! Morgana!
She will return here.
She's my friend.
She's one of many that warned me against Merlin's treachery.
Yeva...
Gawain...
Everyone I trust.
I had the sword. I could have set all the terms.
I could have forced him to a place of my choosing,
but instead, I went to him, trusting, like a fool.
Like a child.
Merlin has made fools of kings, popes, and Shadow Lords alike.
None of them were his daughter.
You are the daughter of Merlin?
I wish it were not so.
You must carry that secret to your grave.
The Fey do not trust Merlin.
Their faith in you cannot afford to be shaken.
What if that faith is misplaced?
It is not.
I still believe that.
I'm not only Merlin's daughter, I'm my mother's daughter.
Unquestioning.
Obedient.
My mother thought Merlin should have the sword,
and so I ignored my eyes and guts and just rode off to hand it to him.
But instead,
you gave it to the gray bats at the bottom of this cursed cavern.
I've counseled many leaders from my own tribe and others.
Those who do not doubt are only pretending to lead.
But I'm no king.
Neither were they.
My people are not led by kings.
They are led by queens.
Did these queens make mistakes?
Not this bad.
But you will learn.
Maybe you will help teach me.
We will see.
Who's there?
- Who is that? - Stay back.
Celia?
Oh!
It can't... It can't be.
Don't press too roughly.
Oh...
Oh!
- How can you be here? - I...
I barely escaped the fire.
A few of us thought to hide down here.
We remembered the place from playing when we were young.
I had given up, my love.
Maybe the gods are merciful.
You've got to come out!
Burn it down!
Watch out!
Go!
How many more of those arrows do you think they have?
As many as oil and cloth make.
We'll burn before the sun sets.
This place.
I feel it studying me.
Searching for weakness.
Whatever is here,
it senses your power.
It fears you.
What about Morgana?
No, you stay in this chamber.
No, I'm not staying here.
If you want to learn from me, then listen first.
This is the web of the Cailleach. And she waits for us in the spiral.
You're safer here.
I will find Morgana and your sword.
Do you remember Nimue?
The Fey girl.
They call her the Wolf-Blood Witch.
She's rallying the tribes.
I've made a vow to support and protect her.
You've always given yourself too fully to the people you admire.
Remember Sister Dawn?
You stole jewels from the rectory
because Sister Dawn said God had sent her a dream
that gems in her hand would protect us all from the snowstorms.
Do you know who helped us find each other again?
It was the Cailleach.
Oh, I... I was afraid too.
I thought the Cailleach was a monster, but she saved me, Morgana.
She brought me here to talk to you.
I don't understand.
She has a message for you.
Your destiny is much greater than you believe.
See, you follow this one and that one because you fear your own power.
The Cailleach told me who would be the greatest sorceress in Britannia.
And it is not the Wolf-Blood Witch.
It's you, Morgana.
- You. - I know nothing of magic.
The Cailleach sees clearly all that is to come.
And soon, Morgana,
you will decide who holds the Sword of Power.
How do you know this?
How did you come to know the Cailleach?
I have kept one secret from you.
Promise not to be angry?
Never, my love.
I'm no longer among the living.
Celia, you're scaring me.
I speak to you only through the power of the Cailleach.
She bids you seek the dead man who stands outside the Bell Tower.
- I don't understand. - Seek him, and you shall find him.
Do this, Morgana,
and she will lift you in power above Nimue, above Merlin,
above even the Shadow Lords themselves.
My darling.
It's all right.
Morgana!
- When will I see you again? - Do what is asked,
and I swear on my allegiance to the Cailleach, you'll see me again soon.
Arthur?
Nimue.
Milady, we have recovered your sword.
It's time to go home.
No. We're not going home.
Not yet.
Arthur!
They have both entrances covered.
If we go out as a group, they'll kill us like cows.
It's better to die fighting out there than to roast to death in here.
Indeed.
Prepare to guide them from the mill.
Where are you going?
I'm the prize that they seek.
The prize distracts them long enough, gives you a minute's jump on them.
No, sir, that is not the plan.
No, sir.
My one regret in leaving this life
is that I shall not be able to beat your hide
for disobedience as you deserve.
Please, Green Knight.
Bergerum's gone.
I need a second.
Someone brave and fast.
Can you lead these Fey back to the camp?
Aye, Green Knight.
Good boy.
- I'm going with you. - Could you do anything I ask you to?
You're a damn good swordsman, but you have a back too.
Go out there unprotected, they'll kill you
or capture you too quickly, and all here will die.
So when you go out there, I'm coming with you.
Wait!
Before we do this, I must know:
Do you love her?
- What? - Nimue! Do you?
We'll be dead in six minutes.
What do you care?
I want to know if I'm fighting with a rival or a brother.
After all that we...
- If I did, you would not block my path. - Answer the question.
When I left, she was a small girl.
She is a little sister to me.
- If we survive... - We won't.
I know that, but if we do...
Well, then I'll be alive, you can marry her twice for all I care.
Then we die as brothers.
Aye.
There they are.
Those two!
Ah!
Aah!
Ya!
Ah! Ya!
Ah!
It's the witch, she's come for us.
Quiet!
Are you okay? Behind you.
No!
Uh... What?
No. Excuse me.
The sea is full of fish.
We spied three paladin campfires.
We'll need a healer on site. You'll go with Dof and his team.
I'm not... I...
Gods, this is heavy. Dof.
Relax, Minnow.
This isn't funny, Dof.
I don't fight.
I'm very uncoordinated.
Here.
Sigurd will protect you.
But who will protect you?
My Minnow will sew me up after.
Gods.
Merlin the Magician?
Unless I've been the victim of a persistent hoax.
I must be advancing in the world to gain audience with the Great Druid.
Do you have one with bronze knobs?
How can I smash a skull through a helmet without bronze?
You'll need stronger weapons than that to oust Pendragon.
An army of Uther's squires would crush those hungry fools
I just saw in the fields. You don't have the numbers or the steel.
- May I cut out his tongue, father? - Eydis.
Perhaps your bitch king likes that kind of talk, Merlin,
but I have no ear for it.
It was a bold stroke seizing those ports.
But now you seem content to squat in this foul forest
like a hen afraid to drop her eggs.
You fear to advance because militias loyal to Uther Pendragon
will resist you in every village.
I am the rightful heir by blood
and thereby their master!
They will...
yield to me.
But for Cumber to rise, Uther must fall.
You come to these shores
to question the legitimacy of Uther's claim to the throne.
I offer the proof.
The eyewitness to the lie of Uther Pendragon's royal birth.
Are you saying this is the midwife?
None other.
She saw the dead child with her own eyes.
This is the blood of my cousin?
It is, my lord.
You are a late convert to our cause.
Coins found in pockets can still be spent.
But nothing in life is free. I do have a small favor to ask in return.
Of course you do.
Feed them.
Minnow.
The paladin camp is right ahead.
Stay quiet, Minnow.
This will be quick.
It's Nimue. She's back.
Quickly!
Is anyone injured?
I did not bring back your flour.
You're safe.
That's enough.
Bergerum?
Arthur.
I don't like being saved by you.
I want to do the saving.
Maybe you're doing that.
Nimue.
They are losing hope.
And I...
I have nothing to offer them.
All we have now...
is you.
She summoned the smoke and fire and wielded it like a sword.
May Arawn pluck out my eyes if it isn't true.
Her. Her!
This one.
She saved us.
She saved us all.
Her.
This one.
Like you, the Red Paladins took everything from me.
My mother.
Friends.
My home.
Everything.
Everything but this.
This is the sword of our people,
forged in the Fey Fires when the world was young.
The kings of men have fought wars to possess it,
and the Church sought to destroy it,
because within its blade
lies the collective power of our ancestors.
- Ancestors! - Power.
Power!
This...
is our courage,
our light in all of this darkness,
our hope in all of this despair.
I will be your shield.
And by the gods, I will be your sword.
And I vow on this day that the Fey will live free again!
Some call this the Sword of the First Kings.
But I claim it...
as the sword of the First Queen.
The Fey Queen!
Fey Queen!
The Fey Queen!
- Fey Queen! - The Fey Queen!
The Fey Queen!
Fey Queen!
The Fey Queen.