All language subtitles for TheWinterKingS01E10WEB28SDH29[Waploaded_13835]

You truly are...

my bastard.

Only you can save the isle.

Before the eyes
of the Gods,

I anoint you
Dumnonia's ruler

-and Britain's defender!
-[cheering]

[Arthur] We caught a Saxon spy
who spoke of a new leader.

-[screams]
-[Derfel] He said,

"Aelle, Aelle.
He will kill you all."

I thought you said
that our ranks are swelling.

They are,
but pitted against

the Saxons,
we can't win a fair fight.

We've lost our druidess,

and the Gods alone know
where Merlin is.

[Nimue] You're searching
for the treasures

because you think
you need to appease the Gods.

We'll need their power.

Aelle is a man open
to new ways of doing things.

He's also a man
in need of tin.

Isn't that right, Tristan?

-They're running low?
-They're running out.

This is why
the woodsmen alone fell ill.

I had no choice
but to do what I did.

I had to banish her
to the Isle of the Dead.

[panting]

[Guinevere] Derfel was seen
on the southern road
last night.

He's gone for Nimue.

If you need anything
at all, just ask.

Thank you.

You set?

[clicking tongue]

Lanval, Sag.

[Lanval] So few of us.
Are you sure, Arthur?

[Arthur] We are going
to talk, not fight.

Let's hope
the Saxons see it the same way.

[chattering indistinctly]

[neighing]

[Guinevere] Arthur!
I'm coming with you.

[horse nickering]

[distant gulls cawing]

[man] Get off!
Get off! No! No!

[man] Get off!

[screams]

[sizzling]

[distant scattered applause]

[water running]

[splashing]

[gasping]

Do you reject Satan

in all his works,
in all his empty promises?

-[woman] I do.
-Then I baptize you

in the name
of the Father...

[applauding]

[Morgan] Get out!

Get out! All of you!

Stop this.

You disapprove
of our baptisms, Morgan?

The growing number
of Christian converts,

it upsets you?

You're worried
about our Lord?

No.

He'll come back to us.

It's in God's hands, Morgan.

Your all-knowing...

invisible God.

Mmm.

What does he look like?

You've no idea,
because you've never seen him.

No one has.

Unlike our Gods.

Then when Merlin can
talk to them...

they come to us
in our dreams,

they're beside us
every day.

And why don't they comfort you?

I don't need comforting.

Let us go forth...

into the fields...

and lodge in the village

and let us go out
early in the vineyards

and see whether the vines
have budded, Morgan.

Whether the grape blossoms
have opened

and the pomegranates
are in bloom.

There I will
give you my love.

That's...

It's the Song of Songs.

It describes
God's great love

for each
and every one of us.

-It sounds...
-Wonderful.

Yes.

You should read this.

-No.
-I want you to have it.

Please.

Please.

[horses neighing]

[horses neighing]

The Saxons.

Durobrovis.

They light beacons
to show the land they've taken.

[Tristan] I've heard
the Saxons never let

their victory fires go out.

[Arthur]
We'll make camp here!

Cross the border
in the morning!

[Lanval]
Out here in the open?

They're going to see us
from miles off.

That's the point.

We're not here to fight,
but to talk.

Except we don't have
a translator.

"We comath en frithe."

Gorfydd took
Saxon prisoners.

I enjoyed speaking
with them.

[Tristan]
Well, what are you saying?

"We come in peace."

-I think.
-Ah, yes. It's the "frithe."

You should
never have come.

Why?

Because you're going
to get yourself killed?

Admit it,
you're happy I'm here.

You are impossible
to reason with.

I told you I would be.

[panting]

[screaming]

Nimue!

Argh...

Nimue...

[branch snaps in distance]

Shh! You hear that?

[Guinevere] Arthur.

[Tristan] Behind us!

No swords.

[eerie music playing]

[Saxon leader speaking Saxon]

[Guinevere speaking Saxon]

-[shouting in Saxon]
-[Arthur] Wait!

I want to speak with Aelle.

We've brought tin.

Our leader wants
to see your tin.

Let your leader
show us his face.

Use his real name.

Aelle.

Do better than that,
Wealhas.

"Bretwald" Aelle.

Bretwalda...

Aelle.

Whose fame brings nightmares
to our children.

[speaking Saxon]

[Arthur] Whom our men fear
beyond all else.

[Bowen translating to Saxon]

About whom...

our women weave spells.

I like it when women
weave spells about me.

To keep them
and their family safe.

And you think you're
keeping your family safe

by bringing your wife
here with you?

Ah, Guinevere
of Henis Wyren.

Yes, I've heard about you.

They said Gorfydd roared
like a wounded bull

when you ran away.

You speak our tongue well,
Bretwalda Aelle.

Well, if I'm
to conquer you, my Lady,

I must understand you.

You know so much of me,

but what do you know
of my Lord?

Merlin's chosen one.

Uther's banished bastard.

Gorfydd's son-in-law.

Oh, no, I got that wrong.

And you are
King Cerdic's whipping boy.

The warrior that does
all the King's fighting

but receives nothing
in return.

King Cerdic resents you
and he resists your ideas.

But it was you
who pushed forward

into Durobrovis and Calleva.

You who won this vale
that we stand in.

And lit this victory flame.

[grunting]

Nimue?

[distant wailing]

Hello?

I hope I was woken
from my sleep

for a good reason,
Arthur Ap Neb.

Gorfydd of Powys is
on his way to meet with you.

Laden with gold.
I'm aware.

Do not forge
an alliance with him.

You journey all this way
to tell me that?

I journeyed all this way
to tell you

that he will
double cross you.

It's in his nature.

But he promised me
his sweet daughter.

He promised me
his sweet daughter.

All the while,
he intended to use her

to murder the Edling King.

While you are fighting us,
he plans to attack you

with the Black-shield Irish
and the Silurians.

He is drawing you

out of the safety
of your lands

to destroy you.

You cannot know this.

He wouldn't trust you
with his war plan.

It was my war plan.

I suggested
we lure you into Dumnonia,

then we attack you.

He liked the idea,
but we couldn't agree

on the bait.

It seems
he's decided it's me.

Let me see the tin.

[Arthur] You need tin
more than gold.

There are no tin mines
in your territory.

You'd have to make inroads
deep into Britain

to find tin of this quality.

Kernow is rich with it.

This is Prince Tristan
of Kernow.

Every new moon,
he will bring

three cartloads of tin
to the border for you.

[Tristan] You can mix
our tin with copper.

Mend all your old tools,

-piping...
-Weapons.

We can restore our swords

and then fight you.

-Have you thought of that?
-Of course.

I know the time will come
when we meet in battle.

I look forward to it.

So, in exchange...

for this tin...

all I need to do
is turn Gorfydd away?

And agree
to a full peace...

for the next 12 moons.

What do my warriors do
in peace?

I promise my people blood!

-[shouts in Saxon]
-[Saxons repeat]

Thousands more
have just arrived

by boat from my country,

and they need to feed
their folk through winter.

They cannot eat tin.

We need land and grain,

or we'll starve.

So tell me,
what good is peace?

I hoped you'd be
a better man than King Cerdic.

Oh, you want peace,
Arthur Ab Neb.

Oh, I'll give you peace.

But it'll be
across your bones.

-Take the woman!
-No!

Let her go! Let her go.

Take me, do whatever you want
with me, but let her go.

Wait!

We can give you land!

Ratae.

Cerdic has tried
and failed...

many times to take Ratae.

The planes beneath are awash
with Saxon blood.

That's because he doesn't know
how to get inside the fortress.

And I do.

[person coughing in distance]

Here.

Didn't mean to scare you.

Can my boy have your food
at the next sun?

Why are they here?

I gave birth
to my twins down here.

They sent you
to the Isle of the Dead

when you were pregnant?

They sent me
because I was pregnant.

My Lord wanted me dead.

Wenhaver's too.

We won't die.

A God is coming to save us.

To take us up to the light.

Wenhaver's a seeing one.

I will take you and
your children up to the light.

It's not you.

I will try.

Can you help me?

I'm looking for my friend.

A druidess.
She came this moon.

The sorceress?

Yes, yes, that's her.

She was searching
for a way out.

We told her
there isn't one.

All the entrances are
blocked up.

She didn't believe us.

She left the safety
of these caves.

What do you mean?

There are dangerous
folk down here.

They live in the black tunnels
at the other end of the island.

They hunt...

and devour
anyone they find.

If they have
your sorceress...

Thank you.

...none of her spells
will save her.

Don't go there.

I have to find her.

[Guinevere] Ratae's commander
is a Christian.

Monks have built a monastery
near the fortress walls.

They've worn a secret passage
through the ramparts.

The passage is away
from the monastery,

but there are landmarks
that can lead you there.

I can show you exactly where
the passage is on this map.

On the condition that
you agree to Arthur's terms.

No pact with Gorfydd...

and peace with Dumnonia
for 12 moons.

[Aelle] I can see
how much this troubles you.

You have my word.

The deal will be honored.

[Arthur]
As it will be by us.

Show me.

Get the horses ready.
It's time to leave.

[whispers] Nimue!

Nimue!

[sighs]

[whispers] Where are you?

I've never been so happy
to see Dumnonian hills.

I disobeyed you.

But I couldn't
see him kill you.

I couldn't see him
kill you either.

There was no right option.

But I swear this will not be
the end for Ratae.

It's hard to rule.

It won't get any easier.

I was wrong about Nimue.

It's not too late, Arthur.

Don't come back alone,
but come back.

I must leave you here.

I'll see you all
back at Caer Cadarn.

-Take care of them, Guinevere.
-Where's he going?

Where do you think?

The coast is only
a short distance from here.

Will you go on?

Go and save the death pit boy.
You know you want to.

I'll escort Guinevere back.

Aller! Run, Sagramor!

Here, give him to me. Move!

Come.

[whispers] Nimue?

Nimue?

Nimue.

[Nimue screams]

[Derfel] Stop! Please!

-Look at me! No!
-[screaming]

Stop!

Look! Look! Look!

It's me!
I've come for you!

You are mine,
and I am yours!

Look.

It's me.

Those are the vows we said
to each other at Caer Cadarn.

Is it really you?

It's me. It's me.

I found you.

[panting]

[chuckles softly]

[sighing]

I found you.

I willed you to.

I think
I felt you calling.

I shouted your name.

I shouted your name

inside my head,

conjured you up.

But then I stopped thinking.

Even dreaming.

[gasping]

Maybe I'm mad,
and you're not here...

No, no, no, no, no.
It's me, it's me,

it's me, it's me, it's me.
Look at me.

You're just half-starved.

When did you last eat?

I don't remember.

I had to hide.

There are people here,
Derfel, you can't imagine.

We have to get out.

We will get out. We will.

I don't know if I can.

My dear Derfel.

I love you so much.

So much.

I'm happy now you're here.

No, no, no, no, no.
Stay with me.

I love you too.
I love you.

But we are not
going to die here.

I will not let you die.

[dramatic music playing]

Where's the prison?

There are caves
on the island.

Hewn by the Romans.

It used to be a mine.

Uther converted it
into a prison.

That looks like
the guards' hut.

I can't see a thing.

The Gods will be my eyes.

Rouse yourself.

Don't even think about it.

This is Arthur,

protector and defender
of Dumnonia.

Who's in charge here?

My Lord.

It's...

an honor
to have you amongst us.

To what do we owe
this happy visitation?

I wanted to see
the isle for myself.

To meet those who guard it.

I am Malldyn.

I've been in charge of
this little patch of wilderness

for more years
than I can remember.

You are welcome.
I am at your service.

You do not serve
King Mordred

by drinking yourself
into a stupor...

and sleeping
throughout the day.

True enough.
But, well,

we were sent
another malefactor

to join the others
on the island.

We felt a little drink
was in order.

We like new blood.

We are looking for someone.

He is a good man.

He will have gone
to the island.

Well, there's no point
in looking for him.

He is a dead man already.

Take me there. Now.

[whispering]
Here, here, here...

You're right.
Seawater.

[whispering]
Let's follow it.

-Come on!
-No!

The People of Utter Darkness.

When I first came,

a child went missing.

[whispers]
I heard the screams.

If we stay here,

we'll die of hunger anyway.

We have to take
our chances.

We feed them
every three days.

Three days? Are you mad?

King Uther knew
of our methods and approved.

It was he who asked us
to stop up the last cave mouth.

[Arthur] You're lying.

No, no. We used
to release prisoners.

King Uther,
he told us to let them rot.

We were simply following
his instructions.

We blocked up a cave mouth
only last year.

Then we'll release them.

No, not possible.

I'll make sure that it is.

This might be a cave mouth!

Shh!

Come on! Come on!

[both grunting]

[both grunting]

[Arthur]
Let's keep looking!

[both grunting]

[Arthur] This looks like it.
The entrance they blocked up

only a year ago.
We might be able
to break through.

[Sagramor] Listen!

[rocks thudding]

[both grunting]

[grunting]

Wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

There's someone there!
Help! Help us!

-Derfel! Is that you, Derfel?
-Arthur! It's Arthur!

-Is Nimue with you?
-[Derfel] Yes, we're both here!

We need boulders.
Anything heavy.

We need to loosen
the mortar.

You keep working
from your side!

[Derfel]
Yes, okay!

[all grunting]

[gasps softly]

No! Let her go!

-[prisoners growling]
-No! No!

[Derfel] Arthur!

[panting]

Try it.

[exhaling]

[screaming]

[exhaling]

[exhaling]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[triumphant music playing]

[straining]

You came.

[Sagramor] Arthur.

[Derfel] Nimue?

I'm here.

[sighing]

Don't be afraid.
This is the man
you were waiting for.

I am Arthur Ap Neb.

Son of no one.

I ask for your forgiveness.

It was wrong of King Uther
to keep you here.

A leader should protect
all of their subjects.

Even those dangerous
lost souls must be cared for.

Follow me out of here.

The causeway will
soon be underwater.

I can survive on this island
one more day.

I have no doubt of it,
but please...

come with me now.

So you can say you saved me...

and those other poor souls
your father imprisoned?

Well, you didn't.

It was Derfel who believed
I was still alive...

Derfel who came
looking for me...

and now...

you just want
to assuage your guilt.

I should never have
sent you here

in the first place.

I'm sorry, Nimue.

Nimue, please.

I won't return
to Dumnonia, Derfel.

Where will you go?

Somewhere you can find me.

You always do.

You think loneliness
protects you,

but it doesn't.

It is not enough.

I have spent
my whole life alone.

I cannot do it anymore.

I need my friends.

I need you, Nimue.

We have a great fight
on our hands...

and you are our druidess,

chosen by the Gods.

Merlin has always said it.

And I see it now.

I cannot do this
without you.

Get up.

Not unless you come
back to Dumnonia with me.

[Sagramor]
Ah, are we happy?

Then let's get out
of this God-forsaken place.

[Morgan]
"For the winter is past...

the rain is over
and gone..."

the flowers appear
on the earth...

the time of the singing
of birds is come."

[Mordred crying]

[Mordred crying]

Did you persuade Aelle
not to join with Gorfydd?

We did.

But not without great cost.

[eerie music playing]

[Guinevere]
Do you regret what we did?

[Arthur] I had
an opportunity for peace,

and I gave it up for us.
Do you regret it?

Don't be greedy and take
all the guilt for yourself.

I wasn't alive
until I met you.

[Sagramor]
Guinevere was right

to give up Ratae
to save you.

We all would have
done the same.

You're no longer
just a warlord.

You rule Dumnonia.

Accept it.

This destiny to protect Britain

that Merlin spoke of...

if it is true,

I can't do it without you.

[eerie music playing]

[Guinevere] It's hard to rule.

It won't get any easier.

[Arthur] I swear, this will not
be the end for Ratae.

Carve Aelle's name
into that stone.

A hundred years ago,

this country had peace.

It had justice.

A man could clear land
knowing that his grandsons

would live to tend it,
but those grandsons are dead,

killed by the Saxons
or their own kind.

My oath is this,

I will avenge
the innocent souls
killed at Ratae...

destroy Aelle,

and kick every Saxon
back into the sea

from where they came.