All language subtitles for The.Winter.King.S01E07

This ain't your quarrel, Arthur.

Excalibur's in Arthur's hand.

Excalibur?

Before the
eyes of the Gods,

I anoint you Dumnonia's
ruler and Britain's defender!

I will try to bring
peace to this isle,

but I will do it my way.

You told me once you
wanted to serve me.

- Yes.
- Then that settles it.

- You're to be my man.
- You won't regret it.

We can't submit to Dumnonia.

There will be no submission.

You have a daughter.

Let us be joined in marriage.

An alliance. Blood of
each other's blood.

An attack on any one of
us is an attack on us all.

Why is he doing this?

He believes it's
right for Britain.

Yeah, but is it right for him?

My daughter is
everything to me now.

I won't let her down.

- Who are you?
- This is Lady Guinevere

of Henis Wyren.

Ah, what is this?

- Oats and water.
- Oats and water?

That's disgusting.

How long are we
staying here for?

King Gorfydd's druid

says the moon will be
full in three days.

Then we can take

the beautiful Princess
Ceinwyn back to Caer Cadarn

and give us some proper food.

Arthur, we need to hurry.

King Gorfydd's waiting for us.

Derfel.

Go to the gardens here.

If they have any
hawberries, pick some.

Is one of the horses lame?

Make it into an ointment.

How many languages
do you speak, Arthur?

British tongue.

A bit of Gallic. That's all.

I suppose Uther
never educated you.

Greek and Latin writers
are great thinkers.

My son Cuneglas is
abroad at the moment.

He sent this to me.

A guide on how a man
should lead his life.

And these...

are the letters of St.
Patrick I spoke of, Bishop.

Ah.

What?

I didn't expect this of you.

What, an interest
in foreign cultures,

or toleration of Christianity?

Both.

I have many artefacts from
all over the world. Look.

Come.

This depicts animals that
hunt far from our shores. See?

And these I'm particularly
proud of, from Britain itself.

Gold, from Strathcloda.

Can you see the seams?

Mm.

Ah, this, from Corinium.

Our isle has many
gifts to offer us.

I'd like to know
more about Britain.

Merlin taught me a great
deal, of course, but...

There's always more
to learn.

I shall enjoy
teaching you, Arthur.

Uther was a fool not
to see your potential.

But that's enough
history for one day.

Now, Bishop, stay, read
to your heart's content.

We have wedding
matters to discuss.

Derfel, right?

What do you want?

The exchange of
the lovers' rings

will take place
at the great hall.

My druid will then pronounce
you married under the full moon.

After, you and Ceinwyn
will be brought here.

My wife Nesta and I consummated
our marriage in this chamber.

We were blessed with
conceiving Cuneglas

on the first night
of our loving.

Hmm.

If you wish, you may place
your fertility offerings here.

Whatever works for you both.

Princess Ceinwyn, how
are you this morning?

Well, my Lord.

And you?

I'm very well.

How bright you shone last night.

You certainly lived
up to your name.

The Star of Powys.

Why do they call you
the Star of Powys?

Suits you very well, of course.

My mother.

It was her name for me.

Sorry to hear of her passing.

I miss her always.

She took her last
breath in my arms.

I lost my mother, too.

Whatever age it happens...

it's hard.

You found them.

They were growing
down by the stream.

I almost fell in.

My King. Lord.

Lady Guinevere, always
a story to tell, eh?

I could hardly get
up this morning,

but Guinevere was awake at dawn.

I know, she's a
torrent of energy!

What will we do without her?

You're leaving?

She's coming with us.

To Caer Cadarn?

It's still to be discussed.

We shall leave
you to your tasks.

See you later tonight
for the feast.

I have some ointment
for your horse.

I'll bring it to the stables.

So, Guinevere's done it again.

No need to hide it.

When it comes to Guinevere,
a fair few of these men

have lost their heart to her.

And I don't know
what else besides.

Even I've been
victim to her charms.

'Course I knew she
didn't want me,

she wanted her lands back
and thought I could help her.

Why is she so close
to the princess

if you have a low
opinion of her?

Because she loves
Ceinwyn like a sister.

And she amuses me.

Wulfric!

Wulfric!

Wulfric!

Wulfric!

There you are.

I am not sure how bad
Llamrei's leg really is.

Although...

now you've made the
ointment, I suppose...

it's worth going to the
stables and checking.

There you are, my Lord.

Is everything well?

Derfel?

It's Gundleus.

I know how difficult it must be

being in his presence.

- What he did to Nimue...
- There's more.

It was him.

That night.

Gundleus took my mother.

He threw you in that death pit?

I'll never forget his face.

He was the last
person that I saw.

Before you found me.

How long have you known?

Since the bastard
came to Caer Cadarn.

And you stayed away
from him all this time.

Derfel, I'm very proud of you.

When you took Gundleus prisoner,

you stopped me from killing him.

I saw that things
could be done...

in a different way.

Restraint.

What we all strive for.

Sometimes it's hard though.

Believe me, I know.

Take that to the stables for me.

There's a white horse there.

If his mistress is there...

Just take it, please.

You're Arthur's man.

An ointment for your
horse, from my lord.

Kind of him.

But tell your lord neither I
nor my horse need his charity.

Do you like him?

Who?

Arthur.

I barely know him.

Well, I like him.

He's better than Gundleus,

or all those other men that
Father was considering for me.

Let's not think of them.
Especially Gundleus.

I feel a kindness in him.

This marriage might just work.

Guinevere?

Yes?

Will it... hurt?

He'll be kind to you.

St. Patrick's letters
are extraordinary.

And the fact that King
Gorfydd has them...

You... you think God is
calling the King, Bedwin?

I've heard an abbot's
running a monastery

outside Ratae, converting
by the hundreds.

'The kingdom of
God has come near.

Repent and believe the
good news.' I told you.

Ratae is on their
eastern border.

They're staring Saxon
invasion in the face.

Could be that Gorfydd's
allowing Christianity

to keep up the
courage of the people.

- But still...
- But still.

God is calling Powys.
He's calling Powys.

- Tread lightly.
- Of course.

Of course.

Our kitchen has
been busy preparing

all the delicacies of Powys.

You look very beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

Which of your men is
without a wife, Arthur?

Most of them. Why?

Lady Guinevere needs a husband
if she's to travel south.

Father, don't tease Guinevere.

I haven't said I'll go yet.

I'm not sure I can wrench myself

away from you, King Gorfydd.

She has no dowry.

But as you see, her
wits are on offer,

amongst other assets.

Any man would be proud

to make you his
wife, Lady Guinevere.

What's your name, Lord?

Hear that? She
called me a lord.

Lanval.

And I am no lord.
I am just a man.

Just a man is fine by me.

I hope the bastard chokes.

All this for him.

Why doesn't my uncle
see his ambition?

Calm yourself.

This is good for us.

Arthur is good for us.

He locked us up.

Then he let us go.

Now look at him.

Sitting next to Gorfydd as
if he's his firstborn son.

This way you no longer
have to marry Ceinwyn;

you can marry me.

We'll be King and
Queen of Siluria,

protected by Arthur's new peace

and included in his alliance.

There's a new order brewing...

and we must be a part of it.

It's wonderful to see
the hall full again.

So many strangers
becoming friends.

Mm.

What about us?

Are we leading by example?

Well, the deal's
done on us, my Lord.

How very business-minded of you.

And
talking of business,

Guinevere does need a husband.

Is your man suitable?

Perhaps.

What is Lady
Guinevere looking for?

She doesn't think she
wants to be married.

She doesn't really have to be.

But if she found
the right person...

independent-minded...

generous-spirited...

her equal.

Not so easy to find.

Let's go and talk to them.

I know what I'm going to do.

I'm going to ask Arthur,
because he will know.

- It's true.
- No, I don't believe you.

My Lord, Lady
Guinevere tells me that

this is made of seaweed.

Laverbread.
Of course it is.

- Shall I eat it?
- Ask your lord.

I for one think it's
important not to

shy away from new experiences.

It depends what the
repercussions are.

Indecision is so unattractive.

Could be seen as self-control.

Or cowardice.

Well, a coward I am not.

So, even though it looks like

a horse made a in my hand,

here goes, eh?

Oh.

All right. Not bad.

You see? In my opinion,

you rarely regret
the actions you take.

Just the ones you don't.

What is your quarrel with me?

No quarrel.

My lord is here
in peace. So am I.

Avalon's
forgotten then?

No. Not forgotten,

just not for now.

I have to ask you something.

Where did you get
that knife from?

King Gundleus gave it to me.

It was my mother's.

It can't be.

Gundleus pillaged a
Dumnonian settlement

eight summers ago.

He took a Saxon
slave, my mother,

and that is the knife
that she fed me with.

It is mine by right.

I don't believe you.

How would you have survived?

Gundleus threw me
into a death pit,

but I lived.

That's not possible.

Take it...

if it is yours.

I hope it works. It
does on my horse.

I thought I might as well
put it on, as you made it.

I didn't make it.

My man Derfel did.

Sorry I never came.

Why didn't you?

Normally I make a decision,
I follow it through.

But this...

One moment I want to be
with you, the next I don't.

Then when I see you...

I can't stop looking at you.

I hear you're coming
to Caer Cadarn

and I am exploding with joy...

Then I think of Ceinwyn.

Do you want to come
to Caer Cadarn?

I can't think of anything worse.

Why?

Tell me.

I love Ceinwyn.

But she always, always
gets what I want.

No!

We're betraying Ceinwyn.

I don't care.

Gorfydd will.

That's not just a truth,
Arthur, it's a warning.

What do you mean?

We mustn't meet again.

It's tradition,
isn't it, in Powys...

to keep a lock of
your lover's hair?

You wanted to see me, Father.

The moon will shine bright
and strong tomorrow night.

A good omen for
resources and status.

Now, what about your cycle?
When was your last bleed?

Twelve days ago.

You could leave Powys with
a child in your belly.

A girl would be nice.
Granddaughter for you.

Pray for a boy.

Why does it matter?

Any children Arthur and I
have won't be direct heirs.

Mordred's already
king of Dumnonia.

The High King is
unlikely to live long.

He's a cripple, weak.

It's just his foot.
Arthur says...

Oh, Arthur says?

It's like that, is it?
Can't stop saying his name?

You will make Arthur
a happy man too,

if you give him a son.

Now, go.

What about Arthur
making me happy?

Every wife deserves that.

Where is it you get these ideas?

I watched my mother and you.

My little kitten
bearing her claws.

I wish you much joy
in your marriage.

I wanna speak to
you, Uncle. Lady.

Disappointed she won't be yours?

She was promised to me, by you.

Oh, hardly promised.

You were just one of
many possible husbands.

It's certainly out of the
question now, isn't it?

Haven't you heard
your whispered name?

"Queen Killer."

I raided Avalon, for us,
on your instructions.

There's a difference between
a raid and a massacre!

You said kill the baby!

I said take the baby!

And as for murdering Norwenna,

and raping the druidess...

I think we should see
less of each other.

Now, why don't you marry
that woman of yours

and return to Siluria?

Oh, I will. I will,
Uncle. I intend to.

But I want to marry Ladwys
under the same full moon

as my cousin Ceinwyn
and Arthur Ap Neb,

here, in Caer Dolforwyn.

Yes.

This is what I've
always liked about you,

is your sense of humor!

It's my right, and hers!

Ladwys was kept prisoner
by that bastard Arthur,

and she suffered.
She suffered.

That's what mistresses do,

they suffer for their masters!

And I killed for you.
I butchered for you.

For what?!

Why don't you go now?

Go back to Siluria, go
on. Indulge yourself.

Go on. Rut, maim,
kill whoever you want!

But do it within
your own borders!

Don't feel the need
to bother me with it!

Nothing.

It was all for nothing.

Your uncle won't
see us married here?

He doesn't see me at all!

I've shed an ocean
of blood for him.

Him and his promises.

So, we go back to Siluria.
Get married there.

The omens aren't
good here anyway.

What do you mean? What omens?

Arthur's man Derfel
survived a death pit.

Your death pit.

He told me.

He tried to show me his scar.

The Saxon cur, I
should've killed him.

He holds your life in his hands.

Not if I kill him first.

Gundleus!

You know what the Gods say.

If you approach him,
or even look at him,

he could kill you in a glance.

I remember...

when your mother
died, I was there.

Your father cried as he took
that ring from her finger.

Even though he abandoned her...

he did care for her.

Very much.

But he never married her.

It doesn't matter.

You're the man of the church

and you're saying
it doesn't matter?

Kings have mistresses.
It's the way of things.

I'm so tired of
hearing those words.

A man should be able to marry
the person that he wants,

whether he a king or a beggar,

she a queen or a slave.

What's troubling you, Arthur?

Will you talk to me?

I think we should
halt the wedding.

Ceinwyn is too young.

She is a sweet girl, but...

I don't love her.

Well...

this isn't about love.

This is about the alliance,
which was your idea.

I was arrogant and naive

to think I could bring
the countries together.

You were inspired!

Powys holds sway over
Siluria and Elmet,

you over Kernow and Gwent.

Ceinwyn wants a man who
gives himself to her.

Body and soul.

Has she said that to you?

I can see it in her eyes...

the way she looks at me.

You will treat her with
respect and kindness,

which is more than she
could ever have hoped for.

It is not enough.

For her,

or for me.

With Powys by your side,

you can harry the
Saxons from this land!

You can prove your
doubters wrong.

Stand proud as Arthur Ap Neb...

and achieve more than
your father ever did.

I can defeat the Saxons
without this wedding.

Gorfydd wants peace, too.

He wants this alliance
because he loves Britain.

Perhaps.

But no man likes his
daughter to be humiliated.

Don't do this,
Arthur. I beg of you.

We offer this dance as
tribute to Belisima.

And may her rays
shine clear tomorrow,

and light up Arthur and Ceinwyn

as they exchange
their lovers rings!

Choose your partner.

Lady Guinevere.

My king's displeased.

Why?

Because of Ceinwyn.

She's growing a backbone,

at the wrong moment,

talking back at me,

challenging me.

Is this your doing?

She's just happy.

None of this nonsense
about you staying.

You will go with
her to Caer Cadarn.

I don't want to leave you.

You'll be more use there.

We'll find a way for you to
get news to me discreetly.

And get close to
the Edling King.

I'm not good with babies.

Learn.

Princess Ceinwyn, Arthur.

Aren't you going to dance?

I'm really not a
very good dancer.

Doesn't matter.

I'll guide you.

Take wine with me, Bishop.

Lady Guinevere, would
you like to dance?

Oui?

Princes Ceinwyn.

Would you like to dance?

You're a beautiful
dancer, Princess Ceinwyn.

Come, dance with me.

You said you were no dancer.

You seemed to be enjoying
yourself very much.

Where are you going?

I need some fresh air.

Has she upset you?

Arthur doesn't
know how to dance.

I asked Guinevere to show him.

What did she say to you?

She knows.

I'll go after her.

Let me deal with this.

Once Arthur and I are married...

and only once...

I will share him with you.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and
Fridays, he shall lay with me.

- Ceinwyn, I...
- Please.

Please, will you
just listen to me?

On Saturdays,
Sundays, and Mondays,

you can have him.

You see?

I've worked it all out.

And you agree, don't you?

It will never happen again.

Don't lie.

Whatever you do,
don't lie to me!

Be Arthur's mistress.

Please.

Please.

Be true to me.

I can't be his mistress.

I don't understand.

I will never be
anyone's mistress.

And nor should you ever
accept this compromise,

this half existence.

Second place, Ceinwyn...

is a living death.

The full moon will
shine soon enough.

For Arthur and I?

For you.

Ceinwyn didn't come
back to the dance?

I don't believe so.

Mm.

Preparing herself.
Tomorrow is a big day.

Mm.

Arthur.

May I speak with you?

Derfel, you'll guard me tonight.

Where are we going?

Merlin's always told me the
Gods have a plan for us.

I've never believed
him. Have you?

Don't know.

This Guinevere...

It's as if...

we fit.

Don't let anybody past you.

You're right.

She knows.

Then we can't go through
with this wedding.

I told her she must.

I love you.

You love me, don't you?

- Even if I did, I...
- Do you?

It doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

So, what? I go to Caer
Cadarn, become your mistress?

I never asked you to be that.

That's the inevitable result.

Do your duty and marry Ceinwyn.

Good.

Now you're mine, boy.

No, you are mine!

Enough!

You tried to kill Derfel once,
when he was just a child.

You've tried again,
and you've failed.

You choose a Saxon over me?

You'll regret this.

The both of you
will regret this.

May I come in?

When I proposed this marriage,

I didn't think of the
person at the center of it,

of you.

I thought only of the peace.

You deserve the
full heart of a man.

You are beautiful,
you are sweet.

You seem to think of me as
a pretty little princess...

- a plaything.
- No.

You may have been a
better looking prospect

than I'd envisioned,

but you haven't broken
my heart, Arthur.

I'll tell your father

that I cannot go through
with this marriage.

Don't.

You'll not leave
Powys alive if you do.

Surely...

he wouldn't want
you to be unhappy.

My mother tried to leave him.

Once.

She died soon after.

An illness took her suddenly.

But I've always believed...

he killed her.

Leave.

- As quickly as you can.
- I won't run away.

It is my duty to explain.

He may not kill you,

but he will kill Guinevere.

He's beginning to work
out what's happening.

My father's clever and cunning.

I'm not doing this for you.

I'm doing it for Guinevere.

What will you say to him?

Doesn't matter.

Go.

And take her with you.

He can't have murdered his wife.

He's talked about
her so lovingly,

and he's been civil
and welcoming to us.

I believe the princess.

We do not have time to argue.

What is this woman
Guinevere to you?

What's happening?
Rushed from my chamber

in the middle of the night.

You'd better have a good reason.

Your life is in danger.

I will explain, but
not now. We have to go.

We'll let the horses rest here!

Arthur.

I'm not coming with
you any further.

What do you mean?

I've been thinking it through.

I'm going to Ratae.

Abbot Ninian will welcome
me at the monastery.

From there, I can...

try and salvage some kind
of peace deal with Gorfydd.

You could do that
from Caer Cadarn.

I need some time
away from Dumnonia.

Pelleas. You'll travel
with the bishop.

May the Lord forgive you
both for what you've done.

Come on.

I should go too.

You insist that I come with you

and now everyone
assumes the worst.

What have we actually done
except kiss in a stable?

I could've managed Gorfydd.

Not according to Ceinwyn.

She's making a mountain
out of nothing.

Queen Eachern was a
friend of my mother's.

She'll take me in.

Marry me.

What?

Marry me.

You're right.

Gorfydd won't forgive
you, and as my wife,

you will have my protection.

I don't need your
protection, Arthur.

You will not be my mistress.

Although, to give
me some credit,

I never asked you to be.

We have no alternative
except to part,

and I won't lose you.

I've only just
found you. Marry me.

I have no dowry, no lands.

I have nothing to give.

You have yourself.

I won't be the reason why
the peace of Britain falters.

I will mend the peace.

I've fended for
myself for years.

I'm not sure I'll
be a good wife.

I don't want a good wife.

I want you.

Say yes.

By the stars, Guinevere...

Yes.

Then yes.

Marry us! Here, now.

Arthur, if Gorfydd has
chosen to follow us,

he won't be more
than an hour behind.

So, we must hurry then.

But a Christian service.

You must enter
Dumnonia as my wife.

Everyone will have
to accept you then.

And the Christians
believe in the power

and the sanctity of
marriage, don't they, Sansum?

"I have found the one whom
my soul loves," my Lord.

But I cannot marry you.

I'm not a Bishop.

I don't have a church, my Lord.

Well, we can fix that.

When we get to Dumnonia,
I will give you one.

My Lord, my Lady,
let God be praised.

Where are you going?

Siluria.

Ladwys is to be
my wife. Remember?

Oh, so we will have
a marriage after all.

You didn't permit us to
exchange our lovers' rings

at Caer Dolforwyn.

Were you with Gundleus
when he took Avalon?

I was.

So, you enjoy killing?

Oh, I do.

Will you be as obedient
a war dog as him?

I am no one's dog.

Arthur has run away
with Guinevere.

You will remain here.

There's work to be done.

My Lord.

Now from your sins you are free,

and in good conscience, my Lady,

received together into the
family of the Holy Church.

Amen.

I bear witness to this union.

And I bear witness.

I bear witness to this union.