All language subtitles for The.Winter.King.S01E03.WEB

The Kingdom of Kingdoms
has a new heir.

For the honour of becoming
Mordred's protector,

I give you my oath.

Uther's letting
his enemies get
too close, Arthur.

I am not coming back.

Look for me

when you cross the water
to the other world.

Welcome to Avalon,
King Gundleus.

Would you honour us
and eat with us?

A baby cannot rule Britain.

- Kill them all!
- Run!

Druidess...

Lord!

This is not
the Edling King.

They've changed the child.

You were
the mother of a king. Now...

...you're nothing.

Come! Come!
We must move!

Attack.

Form a circle
around the king!

You are a traitor
and a murderer!

Kill him.

Arthur has come.

Your sword.

Drop it.

May I see
the goodness of the Lord

in the land of the living.

May I be strong and take heart

and wait for the Lord.

Bishop Bedwin,
riders are approaching.

Come quickly.

It can't be.

Open the gates!

Bedwin.

Arthur!

- The Edling King.
- Praise be.

The Lord has
shown us a miracle, Bedwin.

This was no miracle.

My sister,
and all these brave souls,

they saved him.

And Gundleus?

- We kill him!
- Yes!

Traitor! You murdered
our queen!

And raped our Druidess.

But the gods are still
with her...

...and they demand punishment!

You must die!

"I desire mercy,
not sacrifice."
This is barbaric beyond--

It's a fitting revenge.

Gundleus Ap Meir,

King of Siluria,

the gods rejoice in your death.

-No!
-Ladwys!

Unhand me!

I am Merlin's Druidess,
and I demand my sacrifice!

No one is questioning
your status, Nimue,

or your suffering.

There will be
no more blood spilt today.

On his feet.
Remove their armour.

-Brother, are you mad?
-Why are you doing this?

Killing Gundleus will not
bring peace to Britain.

It'll bring peace to me.

Where can we keep
the prisoners secure?

Well, there is nowhere.
Uther kept no prisoners.

I prefer sacrifice
to imprisonment.

Arthur,
don't break the way of things.

King's chamber has a lock.

You'd put this traitor
in our father's chamber?

Trust me, sister.

Arthur.

You have denied me my peace

and Sulevia,
the Goddess of governance,

her sacrifice.

You will know pain
like my pain.

And you will be punished.

Is this where Uther's soul
crossed over to
the other world?

It is.

I can't stay here.
I can't stay here!

Let her go.
She's not harmed you.

Oh, she killed
her share of the people
of Avalon.

She remains here.

Clear the chamber.

Make sure there's
no means for escape.

King Gundleus,
we'll bring you
food and water.

So, while we rot,
you steal the kingdom?

Your father smelled you
for a bastard traitor, Arthur.

You stay away
until the old man dies,

and then you seize your chance.

The crippled king's
no safer with him than me.

Once...

in front of my father,

I swore that I would guard
any child that he bore.

And I swear it again.

If any man should harm me
the Edling King,

I will revenge that harm.

I will protect his life
with my own.

Merlin told me...

the gods are like mist,

drifting, fading.

If we hear them
and please them,

then they'll thicken,

and they'll join
to cover all the land.

They'll protect us.

But if we deny them,
we're lost.

I thought Arthur
would understand,

but he doesn't.
He doesn't understand anything.

Do you love me?

Hold out your palm.

Come Sulis, Belisima,

Nehallenia.

Ollodius,

Nodens, Manawdyn, fab Lyr.

As long as you carry the scar,
your life is mine.

So long as I carry the scar

my life is yours.

We're as one, Derfel.

I'm...

I'm sure we can find room
for you inside Caer Cadarn.

- We're used to
sleeping like this.

That's God's miracle you came.
Kingdoms need kings.

Without them, they're...

They're empty land,
inviting a conqueror's spears.

Wash time!

Arthur. Arthur...

at the end,
your father talked of you.

I believe
he regretted his actions.

How long
will you stay?

For as long
as you need us.

I've counted 15 men defending
the whole of Caer Cadarn.

Lord Owain took most of
our warriors on a war party.

Uther increasingly
relied on him.

He's fighting the Saxons
at Calleva.

The Saxons are in Calleva?

Every spring, more boats come

and more Saxons press west
towards us.

We'll all be Saxons soon,

unless the kingdoms
destroy each other first.

-So, nothing's changed, then?
-Arthur...

If anything, it's got worse.

Truly, Britain bleeds.

Think about staying, please.

He seems so alert.

Is that normal for his age?

You're asking me?

I have something for you.

Bear's tooth...

for my fearless sister.

I thought we were dead.

Sorry, I should
have come sooner.

There's nothing
to be sorry for.

You saved us.

I should have done more.

-That day when our father--
-Let's not talk of him.

I'll just say one thing.

If he was alive now,
he'd be so grateful to you.

He was so desperate
to keep Mordred on the throne

that he took
a huge risk with Gundleus,

which didn't pay off.

Why are you
keeping him alive, Arthur?

It's both madness
and dangerous. You know
what he's capable of.

I've learned that powerful
men are more useful alive
than dead.

What?

Where are we going
to sleep tonight?

Don't worry about that.
Our lord has found
rooms for you.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

However bad a day has been,
the sun rises on the next.

Bo, are you sure
about that, Sag?

Seems to me Britain's a land
of mist and rain.

And Gaul is not?

Well, I suppose...
I suppose you know better.

Hey. Alors...

who of you knew my lord
when he was a boy?

Huh?

Arthur was often at Avalon.

We all knew him.

My... My father, Hywel,
taught him how to fight.

With a sword's edge
against bales of hay.

Arthur's talked about
my father?

Of course.

He likes to tell stories
of growing up in Britain

and of the friends
he left behind.

He never forgets
those he loves.

-Has he talked of me?
-What is your name?

Derfel.

Derfel? I don't remember.

Oh.

-Oh!
-The death pit boy!

- Oh, it's you!
- Is that what he calls me?

Hey, we've heard
your story so many times.

Yeah? The one, two...

Oh, God!
I've got a stake in my heart,

and I'm going to die!

Oh! God, I'm dying!
Now I'm not dead!

Lanval, go north to Powys.

I want to know what
Gorfydd is up to.

In Dumnonia,
this will keep you safe.

It's my father's seal.

Once you get to Powys,
you're in enemy territory.

Hey, be careful.

I mean it. If they find you,
they will kill you.

Oh, they've tried, huh,
but they haven't managed yet.

Mmm.

I'll be back
before you know it.
I mean it, huh?

You blink, like that,
I'll be back.

-Lanval.
-Huh?

It's that way.

It is that way. Okay.

Get some rest, Sag.

Tomorrow I want to
show you Dumnonia.

It's okay.

Let me help you, Lord.

Hyah!

It's you.

Death pit boy.

Yes, Lord.

One, two...

When I said it wouldn't hurt,
I lied.

Here you are,
growing taller than me.

You suit your name.
Sagamore told me. It's Derfel.

It is.

My sister said that you
killed a man... Shh, shh, shh.

...in defence
of the Edling King.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

That without you, the whole
group may not have lived.

It was Nimue

who gave me the courage
to fight back.

Gods spoke to her.

I'm glad the gods
have not deserted her,

like she must think I have.

Great gods, see me.

Save me.

Sirona...

bless me.

Heal me.

I hear your friends.

When you brought me to Avalon,
she made me better.

And now you've helped her
escape the Silurian.

It's good to repay debts.

What do you wish for?

To be your man.

You know how to use a sword?

I've been learning,
and I'm a good horseman.

Maybe I could ride
into battle with you.

Would you want to kill men?

If there was a good reason
for it.

There often isn't,
and you have to
sacrifice much,

-friends, family.
-I have no family.

You have to put
your warrior brothers

before everything,
and everyone.

Could you do that, Derfel?

Fighting is the one thing
that I'm good at.

I know it is.

Come on, then.

I'll show you.

We're entirely self-sufficient.

We have no slaves.
We look after ourselves
when we travel.

I don't encourage marriage.

No place for regrets
about wives and children
on the battlefield.

Those that do have family
barely see them.

-I'll never have a family.
-You say that now.

No. My path is to be
a warrior.

I have my own sword, Lord.

Salurian?

Breaks easily.

Our weapons are made of steel.

My mother was a blacksmith.
I learned from her.

If you were to join us, Derfel,
you'd have to forget everything

you've come to understand
about warfare.

We train the mind
as well as the body.

Focus is everything.

A strength of purpose.

Well?

It's more beautiful than Gaul.
Admit it.

I don't notice where I am,
just the people I'm killing.

Is it to be Saxons here?

Maybe.

So, then we're staying?

I don't know.

You don't know?
You can't not know.

You always know.
You just don't know
that you know.

You work on instincts.
That's how you make
your decisions.

Your head, it just
needs time to catch up.

Where are you
coming from?

Caleeva. Saxons ambushed us,
scores of them.

It was a massacre.

Let's get some blankets!

We need more rushes
and blankets!

More rushes and blankets!

Let's go!

Arthur.

At least I think it is.

Look at you.
Where's all that hair gone?

I mourn your father
every day, Arthur.

At least
he didn't live to see this.

We came at 'em
in the early morning.

Suddenly, the bastards
were behind us.

Didn't even have time
to form a shield wall.

Come on. There's more.

Thank God you're alive.

Many are not.

Do you think they were warned
we were coming?

No one else knew.
Just Uther, myself.

Did Gundleus know?

That's possible, I suppose.

Has he returned
from Gorfydd yet?

You don't know?

Don't know what?

-Let me at the bastard!
-He's my prisoner, Owain.

I swore an oath.

And I swore an oath
to protect Queen Norwenna

and the Edling King,
if you remember. Where is he?

I won't stop you
from killing Gundleus.

-Is he in there?
-I couldn't even
if I wanted to.

My father placed his faith
in you.

It's not me
that rules this country.

What are you talkin' about?
I don't rule Dumnonia.

While Mordred
is a child,

you and Bedwin rule
in all but name.

All I can do
is tell you what I believe.

If you kill Gundleus,
you cleave this country
wide open.

Vengeance is the way of things.

Maybe the way of things
has to change.

Think, Owain.

Gorfydd could use Gundleus'
death as an excuse
to attack us.

We aren't prepared.

All right.

All right.
We'll save his skin for now.

But there is
no earthly reason why

he should be allowed
to stay in there,

in the King's chamber,
with his woman.

Why don't we imprison
Ladwys elsewhere?

Give me the key.

Here they come.

They've come to kill us.

I'm not
going to take your life,

not this time,

although I really
would quite like to,

seeing as how you're a killer
of women and children.

Oh, Lord Owain,
always such an entrance.

But I am going to take
something even more precious.

-Yeah.
-Don't touch her.

Don't touch her!

Keep your filthy hands
off of her!

I'll bite your throat out.

Is that right?

Do you have healing skills?

Of course.

She can help
with your wounded men.

Morgan will keep her close.

Tell me about the Saxons.

How far have they
pushed forward?

Right. Well...

Well, since you've been gone

pushed on beyond the Thames

to Durobrivis,

Strong Gore in Gwent,

and now Calleva.

These towns are outposts
for them, but still.

It's everything
you predicted, Arthur,

and they are getting closer
to Caer Cadarn and Avalon.

What of the tribe kings?

Right? Well, we're still
at peace with Mark in Kernow.

Cadwys governs Isca for us.

Tewdric of Gwent
remains our closest ally,

and there's peace, just about,
with Eachern in Elmet.

Gorfydd of Powys

is hostile, obviously.

His men raid our borders,
steal our sheep,

and burn our villages.

Gundleus is his war dog,

which is why Uther tried
to break up their alliance.

I sent my man Lanval north

to seek information
about Gorfydd.

I am so glad
you're here, Arthur.

While Arthur's here,
he should become a protector

to the Edling King,
don't you think?

We need him and his men.

Would you?

If you'll have me.

Only if you'll forgive me,

for leaving you
to be banished alone.

Nothing to forgive.

Nimue, I've been
looking for you.

What do you want?

I need your help. Come.

Many of these men are dead.

Speed their souls
across the ocean.

You, out of all of us,
can do it.

May the Lord who frees
you from your sins

save you and raise you...

Peace be with you.

Peace be with you.

God be praised.

I feel your anguish.

Nimue.

The Lord says
"We repay evil with blessing."

He tells us to find
forgiveness within us.

Nimue.

Let me help you find
a path to acceptance.

You must leave.

Nimue! Nimue!
What are you doing?

Taking what's mine.

Gundleus made me wear it.

I'm coming for both of you.

Still living, he'll watch

as I sacrifice
his beating heart
to the gods.

When you close your eyes,
see me.

Nimue, wait.

What happened to you,

it happens to many women.

I know.
It doesn't make it any easier.

He's severed me from who I am.

I need my revenge.

No. Arthur's orders are clear.

Nobody must hurt King Gundleus.

You choose
Arthur over me?

I'd prefer to have a spear

pierce my heart
than live like this.

No, no, no.

If you do anything rash,
I can't...

I won't defend you.

Shh, shh.

Father!

You're dreaming, Lunete.
You're dreaming.

Go back to sleep. Shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Where've you been?
I haven't seen you all day.

You have to help me.

You promised you would.

You know I would do
anything for you.

What is it?

Gundleus must die.

Cadwys has
paid no tax for years.

I can't believe it.

He's a cunning bastard,
that one.

Uther just completely
lost interest

in harrying
the chieftains and farmers.

Easy.

Hey.

Hey.

Ah.

I was beginning
to worry about you.

You? How about me?
No, no, you don't do that.

-You blink and I'm back.
That's what I said.
-Lanval.

So Gorfydd is
fortifying his border towns

between Powys and Dumnonia.

He's doubling
his efforts in his mind.

Now making weapons.

That means a full
scale invasion.

So that's it, huh?

Uther dies
and Gorfydd makes his move!

All right.

All right, look,
he won't mobilise his men

until after the harvest is in.

Then the weather
will be against him.

If he's going to invade, then
surely it'll be in the spring.

Right. I'll demand
fealty of Tewdrick,
Eachern and Cadwys.

We'll have to get
their support.

But subtly.

I beg your pardon?

Why don't you talk
to them, rather than
give them an ultimatum?

If they think it's their idea,
might be likely
to fight harder.

We'll call them
to the Edling King's
naming ceremony.

They love a feast.

Tell the tribe kings the call
to the Naming Ceremony

comes from myself
and Bishop Bedwin.

And Arthur Pendragon.

They'll come from curiosity,
if nothing else.

Yes, my Lords.

I don't know.

I don't know
all this intrigue.

I'd have just made them fight.

Do you think Uther sees us
from the Otherworld,

or whatever
you Christians call it?

We call it heaven.
What are you asking?

Would Uther really
want Arthur to be

the Edling King's protector?

I mean, he never did call him
back in from banishment.

Arthur is
Mordred's half brother
and a great warrior.

-We need him.
-Aye, but does he need us?

What do you mean?

Arthur's ambitious.

Always has been.

Because Merlin
bred it into him.

The two of you
can't be divided.

We can't afford it.

Bishop Bedwin!

-What?
-He's like our Lord,

in the corn on the day
of the Sabbath.

What are you talking about?

Arthur is in the fields.

A warrior in the fields
of the people,

collecting the harvest
to protect us in time of war.

What's all this?
What's all this?

What's all this?

Is that it?

It's a bit pathetic.

I could bale double
this amount in half the time.

Just ignore him.

Is this what you
imagined you'd be doing

when you came to Caer Cadarn?

No, Lord.

No. Me neither.

He says working with his hands
allows him to think.

It just gives me calluses.

He makes
the work look easy.

Uh... Not so sure about that.

I want to become
one of his warriors.

Has he offered it?

Well, he said
He'd reward me if I...

Well, it's out of the question.
All right?

Who knows how long Arthur
will stay?

And we need you here.
We need all our good men.

No. Absolutely not. No.

All right, listen.
We'll train you up.

I'll train you up myself,
all right?

But no more talk about leaving.
Do you understand me?

Yes, Lord.

Derfel.

Had enough for one day?

Give me some more of that,
will you Bishop?

I need it after
this day's work. Come on.

No, no, no.

Oh, you can have one more.

The amount of time you
Christians spend on your knees.

Doing only the devil
knows what mind...

I'm sure your god won't
disapprove of another, will he?

Yeah, just a slurp.

Oh, a little bit more!
Come on.

You must eat.

Gundleus is in Uther's chamber.

There's only one warrior
who guards the door.

But it's locked.
Arthur must have the key.

Yeah. He wears it
around his neck.

How do you know?

I saw it in the fields today.

So we steal it from him.

I have herbs to make him sleep
and you can give them to him.

Me? Why me?

I can't get close
to him, can I?
It has to be you.

We've never brought
the harvest in so fast.

The people are inspired
by your example, Arthur.

All these men.

Fodder for war against Powys.

We shouldn't be fighting
each other.

Nah.

Come to take your pleasure?

Or kill me
like the Druidess threatened?

Don't let her murder my Lord.

I won't let anybody murder
either of you.

Are you married
to King Gundleus?

Even though you're not
of the blood--

Who cares about blood?

Not me.

I'd be a fine hypocrite
if I did.

We are betrothed.

And where did you
speak your vows?

He took me to Lleu's Mound
and had his Druid bind us.

But his Uncle Gorfydd
doesn't recognise the bond.

Gorfydd has
a daughter, Ceinwyn.

He wants their marriage
to bind Siluria and Powys.

Is she beautiful?

She's young.

Gundleus doesn't want
the marriage

and he'd never let me go.

Now I have a question for you.

We burnt Avalon.

Don't you hate us?

Hate is an emotion
that weakens me.

I try to banish it.

Derfel. Derfel.

Put this in Arthur's wine.

Are you sure
this won't harm him?

It'll make him sleep,
that's all.

You take the ring
with the key on it.

I'll do the rest.

Derfel, what? You tried
to kill Gundleus before.

And you stopped me.

If you've lost your courage--

No, I haven't, Nimue.

I just don't want
to betray Arthur.

It's for me.

Please, do this for me.

Do you know
where Arthur is?

He's over there.

Try it,
maybe you might win this time.

Lord?

May I talk with you?

Do. Morgan's beating me.

Derfel,
why don't you take over?

Don't let him win.

Thank you, sister.

Good night.

Good night.

What did you want
to talk to me about?

Lord Owain has said
I must train with him.

Well, I won't fight Owain,
even for you, Derfel.

I'd rather serve you.

He's a great warrior

and he loves war.

I do not.

I'm good at it,
but that's different.

Would you like
some more wine, Lord?

I'll have some water.

Last summer, King Ban sent me
to fight against a chieftain.

He was attacking Ban's people
in the hills,

so we went into the chieftain's
flat farmlands.

We burned haystacks
and we killed his people.

We did it
not because we wanted to,

but because it needed
to be done.

And we won.

And that was the end
of the killing.

Do you really want me
to drink that?

Lord, you...
You asked for water.

But should I drink it, Derfel?

No.

Lord, I'm sorry.

How did you know?

Nimue wants
Gundleus dead.

I knew she'd turn
to you for help.

I swore to her.

She's my best friend
and she can't think of anything

except him
and what he did to her.

You don't have to explain.

You'll need this.

Do you have it?

Give me the ring.

-Derfel.
-I couldn't do it to him.

What?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Why, why?

Stop! Stop!

What has he suffered?

You.

It's as easy to divide
a country

as it is to cut up this apple.

The hard task

is putting it back together.

What if we traded
peacefully in Britain?

Dumnonia shares its harvest.

In exchange, we take furs
from you, tin from Kernow,

copper from Powys.

Every tribe has equal worth.

This country's
never been equal.

Dumnonia demands fealty.

Dumnonia must change its ways.

But this wrangling
between tribe kings
has to stop.

We can't just take
what we want when we want.

So, what do you suggest?

A Council of Kings.

Impossible.

It's essential.

Unless you want your children
to grow up slaves.

The Saxons watch
while we kill each other,

doing their work for them.

Persuade your uncle to come
to Mordred's Naming Ceremony.

He'll never come.

Tell him we'll pay double
what my father did

for his copper, and we'll buy
the weapons he's making

to fight the Saxons,
not each other.

He won't travel for days
to honour a puking baby.

The old ways are broken.

It's time for something new.

If he's not part
of the Council,
he'll be completely isolated

and so will you.

Bring him here.

Where's my woman?

Ladwys stays.

And if you don't return
with Gorfydd,

I'll kill her.

Let him pass.

Do as I say.

Open the gates!

I misunderstood you.

You're more ambitious
than I thought. Ha!

You set him free?

You set Gundleus free?

Is it true?

Arthur?

He'll come back.

For what, Arthur?
The pleasure of our company?

It is a risk worth taking.

We cannot afford
a war with Gorfydd.

You didn't even consult us.

So, this is my responsibility.

If the plan fails, you can both
remain as Mordred's Protectors.

And what about you?

My men and I will leave.

I don't understand you anymore.

I don't understand any of this.

Just doing it your way, huh?
As you always have.

I need to think.

I'll be back in time
for Mordred's naming ceremony.

Where are you going?

To collect the tax
Cadwys owes us.

Dumnonia's gonna need it.

We're fighting wars
on two fronts.

He set Gundleus free?

He's broken his bond,
with the gods, with me.

I can't stay here.

Nimue, I'm sorry.

I've lost my path, Derfel.

Derfel!

Saddle your horse.

Where are we going?

Tax collection.
You're my man now.

All right. Let's move!

I wanna make Lindinnis
by nightfall.

I want to come with you.
I can't stay here alone.

Lord!

Can I?

Come on.

Let's go.

Your plan better work, brother,

or we're all lost.