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All this for him.

Why doesn't my uncle see
his ambition?

Arthur is good for us.

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.

No. We're betraying Ceinwyn.

- I don't care.
- Gorfydd will.

My father's clever
and cunning.

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

Arthur's man Derfel
survived a death pit.

Your death pit.

Your life is in danger.
We have to go.

Arthur has
run away with Guinevere.

There's work to be done.

You must enter
Dumnonia as my wife.

Marry us. Here. Now.

To the family
of the Holy Church.

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

I'm used to waking up
on grass, not soft fur.

And it's usually
Sag's grouchy face

that wakes me up
in the morning.

I hope
I'm a worthy substitute.

Mm.

One moment!

Are my wife and I
to have no privacy?

Forgive the intrusion.

You are needed
in the Great Hall.

Right this second?
Can't it wait?

I dealt with what I could
while you were in Powys,

but you have been back
for a week.

Half of Dumnonia is waiting
for you in the courtyard

to have their
petitions heard.

People need their leader.

Cadwys is also here.

What does he want?

Perhaps he's here
to congratulate you

on your marriage.

Then I should be there
to welcome him too.

We should probably
get dressed first.

Hm.

What kind of a man is Cadwys?

Uther allowed him
to rule Isca.

That land belongs
to Dumnonia.

So, Cadwys is a king
without a kingdom.

To lose your lands is to lose

a piece of yourself.

It's heartbreaking.

Humiliating.

Cadwys wants respect.

Hm.

Huh.

Good of you to join us.

It is my fault
we were detained, my Lord.

My sincere apologies.

Allow me
to introduce my wife,

Lady Guinevere,
of Henis Wyren.

I'm honored, King Cadwys.

Tales of your people's
skill and bravery

are heard far and wide.

Let me get you a drink.

Rejecting Gorfydd's
pretty daughter, eh?

You've got more balls
than I thought.

Though I am beginning
to understand why you did it.

What can I do
for you, Cadwys?

Owain is dead.

Which means
King Mordred has lost

one of his three protectors.

I want to serve
in Owain's place.

Consider it
a sign of friendship

between Isca and Dumnonia.

A very generous offer.

But surely we need
no such formalities.

Knowing you look after Isca
on Dumnonia's behalf

is service enough.

King Cadwys.

Nice to be home.

Hey, look at this.

A warrior come to visit us.

Ah!

Oh! Look at you!

What have they done to you?

Do they not feed
their guests in Powys?

You have to be fast to beat
Lanval to the good stuff.

Hey, come here.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

So, is it true?

Arthur's returned
with the wrong bride.

Arthur said
that a good leader

must follow his heart

and what he knows
to be the truth.

I've found
that men tell themselves

all sorts of things
to justify their actions.

Particularly
when it comes to women.

Arthur isn't like that.

I'm teasing.

If marrying Guinevere is
what Arthur wants,

then it must be the will
of the Gods.

But I am surprised
Bedwin agreed to him

breaking his oath
to marry the princess.

He didn't. It was Sansum
who performed the ceremony.

Sansum is a zealot.

He'd see every pagan banished,

or killed.

Do not underestimate him, Derfel.

I'm not afraid of Sansum.

Good day.

My Lord, my Ladies.

I hope you and your wife are
well this morning.

God bless this happy union.

To think I...
I'll be able to boast

that I was the one
who joined you together

- in matrimony.
- We're very grateful.

And I am humbled, my Lord,

and if you ever need
my services...

Most generous.

Ahh.

There is, um...

one other matter
to discuss, my Lord.

Certain... assurances

were made by your good self

towards the Christian
community I serve.

I believe we discussed
the building of a church.

We did.

We'll look
into suitable sites.

My Lord, if I may, I...

I have proposed a site already.

It's that of
the Sacred Thorn Bush.

- In Avalon?
- It's near Avalon,

not in the village itself,
my Lord.

- No, Arthur...
- The land is flat,

it's easy to work,

protected from
the harshest of elements.

There's a well nearby.
Fresh water.

We simply wish to worship
in peace, Lady Morgan...

and in a place
hallowed in our faith

as much as it is your own.

Mm.

Perhaps my Lord and Lady

would do us
the great honor of attending

- our very first mass.
- Good day to you, Sansum.

And good day to you.

Peace be with you.
God be present.

Do you smell that?

It's the stench
of naked ambition.

I gave him my word
he could build his church.

My word must count
for something.

You have something
to say to me, sister?

I have to go see Mordred.

Perhaps I could
come with you.

I'd like to meet
the Edling King.

I'm glad to have you
as my guide.

It'll take me an age to learn
which passageway leads to which.

It's not that difficult.

Arthur says you're a woman
of great intelligence.

Is intelligence
a virtue or a curse

in the body of a woman?

He bites.

You're good with him.

He was hard to soothe
after his mother died.

But he's grown used to me.

He can be
an angry little fellow.

And with plenty of reason.

He's a poor motherless
little mite.

He is a king.

Fetch a lotion of ivy bark
and honeysuckle

to soothe his gums.

I know what you think of me.

I have no land, no title,
nothing to my name.

Perhaps I only married Arthur
to give myself a better life.

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

I love your brother.

It's true,
I am an outcast,

just like he is.

That is why
we understand each other.

You think
you understand my brother?

We have much to learn
about one another.

But I know this.

You and I,
we can be enemies or friends.

But Arthur will need us both.

Morgan is protective of me.

Always has been.

It's one of the many things
I admire about her.

You may admire my sister...

but can we enjoy
some time alone...

without her
bursting in on us?

What are you thinking about?

What our future might look like.

In 15 years,

Mordred will come of age,

and you and I can get
a nice place

somewhere...

far away
from everyone.

Where we can raise sheep,

cattle, chickens,

our children.

And how many of each
are you planning?

As many as
you will allow me.

You see yourself
as a farmer?

Do you think that foolish?

I think it unlikely.

It's beautiful though,
isn't it?

Dumnonia?

One's homeland always is.

You're thinking
of Henis Wyren.

I'd always thought
my destiny

would be to return
there someday.

Perhaps it is.

And perhaps your destiny is
sheep, cattle, and chickens.

We'll make the most of whatever
the Gods have planned for us.

As long as
our fates lie together.

Sansum.

This isn't your land.
You shouldn't be here.

Do not the pagans believe
the land belongs

to everyone, Nimue?

With some exceptions.

Of course.
With exception.

Lord Arthur gave us
permission to build a church.

He sees
our Christian community

is thriving.

He agrees we deserve
a place to worship, Nimue.

And they say
he serves no god,

but perhaps they were wrong.

Hear us our Lord, have mercy
because we sin against thee.

Hear us
our Lord, have mercy

because we sin against thee.

God bless you, Nimue.

Hear us
our Lord, have mercy...

One! Two!

Three! Four!

You have a blind spot
on your right side.

I'll work on it, my Lord.

You did very well, Derfel.

My husband likes
to show off.

I see your wife has
the measure of you.

You did well to find
so many recruits so quickly.

How are they coming along?

We've a long way to go.

I'm sure you'll whip them
into shape.

Like I did you.

Rider approaching!

I heard there was
a messenger from Kernow.

Cadwys has taken the mine
on the moors by force

and enslaved
the Kernow miners.

He has also declared Isca

an independent state.

We'll ride to the mine
and take it back?

We won't get that far.
Cadwys knows

I can't ignore this.
He expects me to respond.

- He'll be waiting for us.
- You anticipate an ambush?

No, he wants me
to see him as a king.

He won't hide out of sight;
he'll be in open land.

Proud.
Get the men ready.

I know this territory,
my Lord.

I could lead the men in.

I need a man here
who I can trust.

You'll stay to guard
Lady Guinevere and Lady Morgan.

What if we hear from Bedwin?

He's negotiating in Powys.

What happens if we receive
Gorfydd's demands?

I won't be gone long.
If Powys send word,

- wait for my return.
- No, Gorfydd won't

- be kept waiting, Arthur--
- You have my instructions.

Be careful.

Please tell me
why you've allowed

that Christian fool
to build his church at Avalon.

They are entitled
to a place to worship, Nimue.

He offends
the Gods, Arthur.

If Britain is to have peace,

we must all learn
to live together.

Pagans and Christians.

- Yes...
- Nimue.

You must try
to get along with Sansum.

Did Lady Morgan say
why she wanted to see me?

No, my Lady.

I'm quite safe
within the walls

of Caer Cadarn, Derfel.

I swore to Arthur
that I would protect you.

I protected myself
for a long time

before I met Arthur.

- Sometimes I wish I was a man.
- You do?

Then I'd be out there
doing something,

not left behind
waiting for news.

You don't have to be a woman
to be left behind.

Arthur clearly
cares for you a great deal.

Perhaps he wants
to protect us both.

What is this?

Word has come from Powys.
Bishop Bedwin's negotiations

with Gorfydd's abbot at Ratae
have concluded.

Powys has named its price.

Have the guards load the gold.

I'll convey it
to Gorfydd immediately.

Arthur said we should wait
for him to return.

We have no idea
when that might be,

and Gorfydd is not
a patient man.

Nor is he a man to be trusted.

Well, the request was
confirmed by Bishop Bedwin.

- He sent this with it.
- Still, I--

I governed successfully
when Arthur was in Powys,

and without your counsel.

Do you think to question
my decisions now, my Lady?

Hm? I am going to Powys
to give Gorfydd his gold,

and I will bring Bedwin home.

Friendship with Gorfydd is
a necessary evil in our battle

with the Saxons, but it is
an evil nonetheless.

I have dealt
with Gorfydd before.

Then you know he reserves
a special manipulation

and cruelty for women.

However strong
that woman may be,

it's her very strength
that riles him.

I could lead
your guard, my Lady.

I'm-I'm going
in peace, Derfel.

A large guard will send
the wrong message.

Perhaps, but take Derfel.

A large guard
in just one man.

Prepare the horses.
We leave at first light.

I need your help.

Please.

Tell me what to do.

Please.

Please!

Almighty God...

with you always.

I have heard you...

and I will act.

Close your eyes,
brothers, quick.

Oh God, we beseech thee,

that we be made fit,

be clean of heart
and innocent of works,

worthy to receive
the most sacred body...

Ah. Here.

We welcome you, Nimue.

And dare we hope you've come
to worship our dear Lord?

If you make
one more mark

upon this sacred ground,
you will suffer.

You will rot
from the inside out,

just as you attempt
to rot the faith of our Gods,

and you will know
their wrath.

Nimue, I am here.

We have a heathen witch, brothers.

And your charms
and your stones, Nimue,

they hold no power over us.

So, I implore thee,
Lord Almighty,

let this holy communion be
the armor of my faith,

and may it be my sure defense
against my enemies.

Your powerless God offers you
no defense against me and mine.

Nimue, I think
you should leave.

May... May it...
May it make me

ever cleave to thee
who art the one true God.

And-And may I owe it

the happy ending
of my life.

Amen, brothers.

- Amen.
- Amen.

One more mark.

They're ready for us.

And we are ready for them.

You've just
crossed the border

into the independent
Kingdom of Isca.

Isn't she lovely?

This land is
part of Dumnonia,

covered by
the long-standing agreement

between you and my father.

Uther is dead,
and lately I've been struggling

to see the benefits
of that old agreement.

Then you are to be arrested
for breaking the terms

of the treaty.

On whose authority?

- Yours?
- Yes.

Let's not make
this difficult, Cadwys.

None of our men need
to die here today.

Just me or you then.

You swore an oath
to the Edling King.

He still claims
to act for Mordred.

Is that what this is about?

Because I wouldn't name you
his protector?

Ahh... you forget...

I was there
when you asked your father

to be named the same.
I saw him deny you.

The old king had barely crossed
into the other world

before you were back,
claiming it anyway,

coveting, begging,

conniving,

getting rid of those
your father did honor.

Bedwin off fixing
your messes in Powys.

Owain, ahh.

I saw that too.

Is there nothing
you won't do for power?

Surrender, Cadwys.

Oh...

There he is!

There was a lot
Uther was wrong about...

but he was right about you.

He saw you
for what you really are.

A treacherous bastard!

You will come
to Caer Cadarn,

and you will answer
for what you have done.

You say you won't wanna rule--
that you're just a caretaker

for your crippled brother...

but I see you
for what you really are too.

Enough!

You will surrender, Cadwys.

Surrender.

The bastard
who would be king.

They fell to a fever.

The pox.

They bear no marks.

The disease is... within.

What?

No.

No, the witch's curse
has no power.

She has no power here.
Right?

Here you are.

How much further?

We rested here on the way north
with Lord Arthur.

Caer Dolforwyn was
a further day's ride.

That's a long way to go
to make a mistake.

If anyone is allowed
to criticize Arthur, it's me.

Do you think
that he was wrong...

to marry Lady Guinevere?

Arthur always does
what he thinks is right.

Even if that means
choosing the hardest path.

And with him, it often does.

He makes thinks so hard
for himself, Derfel.

But is he right?

Well, he has been so far.

That's why he's so annoying.

Over and over, I have
watched my brother succeed

when everyone thought
he would fail.

So...

if he believes
that marrying Guinevere

is the right course, then...

I must, too.

I mean, we all must.

Let the light shine
perpetually upon them,

and, through the mercy of God,
may their souls rest in peace.

Amen.

Amen, brother.

Amen.

Is there something
you want to say?

Hm?

The witch has cursed us.

We are all going to die.

This is not a curse.

Now, she poisoned them,

she murdered them,

and I will make sure
she is punished for it.

Do you trust me?

I will make sure.

Forgive us
our Lord, have mercy,

because we've sinned
against thee.

Forgive us
our Lord, have mercy.

There she is, brothers!

Nimue! You see?

The will of God is with us.

Come out, Nimue,
and face justice.

What are you doing here?
Get away from there!

You are harboring a murderer.

She poisoned my men,

and three of them are dead,

and I will take her
to Caer Cadarn,

where she will
confess her sins

and she will be punished.

You lay a finger on Nimue,

- you'll regret it.
- Brothers...

I'm going to fetch Arthur.

You bring him.
You bring him here

so he can see
what the druidess has done.

You go!

Oh, dear God.

Sweet Christ.

She's completely mad, brothers.

We cast fire from heaven.
We cast it now!

Please!

You will face justice, Nimue.

You will face justice
for this!

Open the gates!

My Lady. Derfel.

Oh.

Strange circumstances.

It's a blessing
to see your face.

I thought you were in Ratae.

I-I was.

And then the abbot
and I came here

to speak directly
with Gorfydd.

Negotiations have
been... protracted.

But I've been treated well.

- Good.
- How was your journey?

Long.

But Derfel was
an excellent guide.

I always knew
this boy was a good one.

I am told we have visitors!

We were expecting
your brother, my Lady.

Arthur has been
detained in the west,

but he sends his apologies.

I'm here on his behalf.

Your bishop here is
a very impressive negotiator.

Not many would be
brave enough to stay behind

to fix your brother's messes.

Derfel, go get the gold.

He's wasted in the church.

I offered him
a place on my council,

and he turned me down.

Sadly, my services
belong to another.

Oh, belong to another.

Sense of humor
too, eh? Eh?

Perhaps I'll keep him anyway.

My Lord.

Now, you go
count the gold,

make sure
everything is in order.

Of course.

And meanwhile, I'm sure
you'd like to freshen up.

Tonight, there will be
a feast in your honor.

That's very generous,
but, really,

- it won't be necessary.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Powys prides herself
for her hospitality

to friends.

And we are friends...
are we not?

Of course.

I heard you were back.

What happened?

Cadwys is dead.

I killed him.

You did what you had to do.

I wanted to deal
with the situation peacefully.

I gave him chance...
after chance...

but he refused to surrender.

He said I only want
to take power for myself.

But it was him who sought power.

Cadwys made his choice.

He would've ripped
this country apart

and threatened the peace
that you've been working

so hard to achieve.

We received word
from Bishop Bedwin.

Gorfydd named
his price in gold.

I need to respond immediately.

Morgan insisted
on leaving for Powys

as soon as
we received the message.

I told you
to wait for me.

I'm not your sister's keeper.

Derfel went with her.

She's a strong woman, Arthur.

Come to bed, my love.

You must be exhausted.

Arthur.

There's trouble, at Avalon.

Come.
She's inside.

- Is she hurt?
- No.

- Where is Sansum?
- He's at his camp. But--

Thank you.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

How do you feel?

My Lord.

Nimue did this, my Lord.

You're injured.

She cast fire and serpents
upon us, my Lord.

Thank God
I am-- I am still alive.

Do you have any proof
that Nimue is responsible

- for the deaths?
- She cursed us.

Swore that if we continued
to build our church,

then... then we would rot
from the inside.

The next day,
my men succumbed,

first to fever,
then to death.

Surely you do not hold faith
in the power of a curse, bishop.

I do not, my Lord.

I believe she poisoned them,
and she must be stopped.

Punished, once and for all.

I will speak
with her, alone.

She wants this chaos,
my Lord.

And people only turn
to her false Gods

when they're afraid,
or when they're in the dark.

Christianity is light,

commitment.

You have a choice,
my Lord.

You-- You have a choice.

You can have
the well-ordered,

peaceful Britain
that you seek with my faith.

Or you can have blood
and disorder with hers.

I do not wish
to burden you, my Lord.

How was your wedding?

It's been the talk
of Avalon.

Really? Not the three
dead Christians?

Would you leave us, Ralla?

Do you know
what happened to those men?

I know they shouldn't
have been here.

Sansum accuses you of murder.

Sansum... wants me dead.

Then tell me
you had nothing to do with it,

and I can deal with him.

Like you dealt
with Gundleus?

Did you poison those men?

I cursed them.

If they fell sick
and then died,

then that is
the will of the Gods.

Don't play with words.
I cannot defend

your innocence
if you refuse to deny it.

Only the Gods can judge me.

There must be order, Nimue.

How can we defeat the Saxons
if cannot find peace

amongst ourselves?

Precisely.

Britain suffers
from two sicknesses though,

Arthur,
and you only see one.

Even if you do
defeat the Saxons,

it will not matter.
Not if you allow

the Christians to rise up
and drive the Gods

to desert us.

Your priest makes that
more likely every day.

He's not my priest.

Then why give him a church?

You've offended the Gods,

but they spoke to me, Arthur.

They gave me a sign.

If we make this land
theirs once again,

then they will come.

They will protect us.

What is this?

- Wild lettuce.
- Opium lettuce.

It's used to aid sleep.

And it can kill,
in large enough quantities.

You will answer me, Nimue.

Did you poison those men?

If they died...

it was the will of the Gods.

Ah, come, come.
Join us.

- Not him.
- Sit... down.

Lady Morgan's guard
will eat here.

My Lady.

Will Bishop Bedwin
be joining us?

Oh, he will.

Now, you must taste our wine.

Made from the fruits
of our land,

the water of our streams,

and you will not
taste better.

- Mm?
- Mm-hmm.

d

Thank you again
for receiving me.

I know Arthur values

the continued peace
between our lands.

I find kings love peace

only when war becomes inconvenient.

But your brother's
not a king, is he?

Eat! Hm!

How is Lord Arthur, Derfel?

He is well, my Lady.

And Lady Guinevere?

I know it might seem strange
for me to ask...

after what happened.

But I miss her very much.

My mother died
when I was young.

I also lost my mother.

Then you can understand.

Guinevere was
the one who took care of me.

She was like
a sister to me.

Yes.

Her happiness is
as important to me as my own.

Do they seem happy?

They do.

Then it has all worked out
as it should.

Your brother must
trust you a great deal

to send you in his stead.

He does... trust me.

- Or he's a coward.
- Forgive my nephew.

Siluria is not known
for its manners!

He does make a valid point.

Arthur doesn't fear
facing me, does he?

No, no.

He very much wishes
he could be here in person,

but as I explained, he has
been detained in the west.

Oh yes, yes, old Cadwys
flexing his muscles, is he?

Oh, Arthur should've seen
that one coming.

Uther made a fool
of Cadwys for years.

So much for Arthur's
dream of unity.

Oh, I... I hope
it's not just his dream.

The Saxons threaten us all.

It's vital that
we stay strong together.

Do everything we can
to secure our futures.

That was the argument
your brother made,

when he offered
to marry my daughter.

Yes, uh...

Arthur very much regrets

any hurt that
may have been caused.

I'd very much
regret it as well

if I'd married a whore
from Henis Wyren.

Hm.

But I agree,
we must do all we can

to secure the future.

Tell me...

how do you suggest
I should do that, my Lady?

By holding true
with your allies.

Oh.

And what if your ally...

proves to be a coward...

and a liar,

a whore-lover?

Time for the entertainment,
don't you think?

Yes...

Forgive me.

We have been traveling
for several days.

- I should like to retire.
- Are you not enjoying

- my company, Lady Morgan?
- No, no, no, I am,

- but I really must insist--
- Not when we've gone

to all this trouble for you!

Father!

Take Princess Ceinwyn
to her quarters!

Lady Morgan--

Your bishop,
Lady Morgan.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I did not know.

This is not your doing.

Stop this! Stop this!

Arthur is a pretender
born to a whore mother,

to a whore he has returned.

So long as Dumnonia fights
for the whore-lover,

as long as
Dumnonia is our enemy,

our enemy will be
the generous provider

of our gold,
of our slaves,

of our land,
of our food,

of our women,
and of our glory!

Ah...

I'm here.

My Lord calls me
to his side.

No, no! Please.

Please spare him.

This is not his doing.
Please, I beg you.

Please, I beg of you!

The druidess loves
the bishop.

- Derfel.
- I can't. I can't!

My Lady!

I'm here. I'm here.

My Lady Morgan.

I'm here.

You are here.

I'm glad...

I was able
to look upon you...

...your face, one last time.

I have been yours... always.

I'm so sorry!

My Lord will bless me...

and keep me.

No, no...

My heart knows no fear.

No fear.

No, no--
Derfel, no! Derfel!

No!

Take this message...

back to your Lord Arthur.