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Dumnonia has
a new heir.

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

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

Bring him here.

Is it true?

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

King Gorfydd,
I'm glad you came.

I'm sorry
you won't shake my hand.

Well, you're a bastard.

You must be used to that.

You will pledge
to the Edling King.

Or I will take
everything from you.

You're with child.
From Gundleus.

I cannot bear his child.

That's
for the Gods to decide.

Nimue!

Cadwys has a dispute
with some local miners.

We're gonna help him
resolve it.

We'll be in and out, Derfel.
No fuss, no bloodshed.

Shh, shh.
Nice and quiet for me.

Derfel...

Oi!

Derfel.

Look...

we should have never gone
to that mine, all right?

It was a mistake,

and no one's sorrier
that it happened than I am.

But only the weak live
in the shadow of regret, son.

Of what might have been.

Yes, my Lord.

It's a pity that dog
started barking

and people had to die.

A great pity.

But it's a burden
our death oaths compel us
to bear together, is it not?

And there's honour in that, no?

Honour... and advancement,

for one who would be a warlord
in the fullness of time.

Go on.

Thank you, my Lord.

Good.

What of Merlin?

Will he conduct
Mordred's Naming Ceremony?

-Read the augur?
-Well, I sent word to Avalon.

He hasn't answered?

I'll press him.

The man to be sacrificed
is a thief and a murderer,

but he has made his peace
with the Gods.

We could just read
the blood of a dead man

rather than a dying one.

Well, where is the sacrifice
in cutting open a corpse?

The spectacle, you mean.

It's the way of things, Arthur.

It was once
the way of things

to put babes to the sword
who cried past midnight.

Eh up, lad.

Is that the sound

of Dumnonia's coffers
being replenished?

Clerks say we need it.

All I can say is

we took five-score
the gold from Cadwys
than Uther ever managed.

Five-score.

-Five-score?
-Why not?

Bastard was five years late.

Derfel.

Listen, no word of a lie,

every town, every single tribe,
our haul was boosted

by this warlord in waiting,
weren't it, Raince?

He helped us
double our haul, Arthur.

Are these tales true?

I learned from a master.

There you go.

I hope he paid you to say that.

Aye.

How are you, Derfel?

Very good, my Lord.

Aye, he's good, he's good.

Speaking of tales,
I hear your plan worked
after all that.

Gorfydd walks among us,

even if no one can tell me why.

For now.

- We should--
- I hear he had some
choice words for you and all.

Very fruity.

And yet somehow

you silenced him,
in front of everyone.

Hm.

Between now
and the Naming Ceremony,

we must keep our guests busy.

Oh, aye? Entertained
and out of trouble, is it?

We banish all thought
of politics.

Leave it to me.
I know just the thing.

Bit of fishing
in the Menis River, I think.

Bring out the boys and the men.

No frills, no horses,

just shafts and spears

and... the smack of cold water.

How's that sound?

It's good
to have you back.

Right then.

Come on then, boys.

This humiliation of my nephew

serves no purpose

and breaches your pact.

It serves a great purpose...

justice.

He is a rapist and a murderer.

And our pact was clear.

I would spare his life,
nothing more.

But I will see him
reunited with Ladwys.

Nice of you to join us.

Brushes and brooms inside.

Can we expect you
at Mordred's Naming?

Will you preside?

No, you cannot expect me
at the Naming.

The tribe kings will be there.

Your absence, it...

it sends a message.

It can't be helped.

Where's Nimue?

Following her own path.

What does that mean?

Where is she, Merlin?

I hope my absence
does send a message.

You will preside
over Mordred's Naming Ceremony

and perform the sacrifice.

You are a druid
in all but name.

I suggest you go and get ready.

Tell me
she's not in any danger.

Go.

Make your preparations.

I will worry about Nimue.

Your father
took me hunting once.

I was a younger man,
and he was in his prime.

Where was your father?

Oh, he stayed behind
with the others.

It was after
the first Saxon incursion.

The kings gathered
and talked for days.

King Cerdic sought a truce,

but only if the Saxons could
keep the land they'd taken.

No one wanted war...

and everyone
had a plan to avert it.

My father grew restless.

Violently impatient
would be nearer the mark.

We rowed all day,
just the two of us,

past Avalon,

up the Wydren Hills.

And we talked.

Well, he talked, I listened.

He said my father
didn't understand the Saxon.

Nor did the tribe kings.

He seized my shoulder,
and he...

looked me dead in the eye,
and he said...

"They don't want our gold.

"They don't want peace.

"They don't want
our princesses.

"They want our land.

"And they'll never stop,

till we drive them
into the sea."

That knowledge was his burden.

Now it's yours.

The Saxons
are massing in earnest.

They're coming for us.

For all his talk,

Uther did more
to help that enemy

than any man alive.

No one made the case for union

more passionately
or persuasively,

but then he went out of his way

to demean the isle's
other great power.

A strange way
to unite the tribes.

That might explain my, um...

intemperance on my arrival.

Was that an apology?

A warning.

If you want to build trust
between Dumnonia and Powys,

it requires deeds, not words.

Releasing my nephew Gundleus

would be a first step
on that path.

You gave yourself away
the other night.

Gundleus is a wild dog...

but you hold his leash.

Do you think I told him
to kill Norwenna

and burn down Avalon?

Do you deny it?

I told him to burn down
Caer Cadarn.

He's a Saxon spy.

He's been watching us
since we arrived.

Derfel.

Ask him his name
and his business.

He says
he's not permitted to tell us.

Not permitted?

Let me have a go.

What are you doing here?

You tell me, or so help me,
I'll beat the living...

Oh, hello. What's this?

Don't smile at me.
Don't smile at me.

What is this?
Oh, does that sting a bit?

Bit sore, is it? Yeah? So...

It's a map.

It charts the southern regions,

in great detail.

This is arable land.

What's he doing with this?

What is your interest
in our farms and produce?

Did King Cerdic
send you?

What about King Aelle?

Oh, yeah.

That name meant something,
didn't it?

You're one of Aelle's men.

Aelle! Aelle!

What did he say?

He said, "Aelle, Aelle...

"He will kill you all...

eat you alive...

raze your crops,
burn your young."

This is a new stripe
of Saxon, this...

this Aelle.

Leader of men.

Guess they weren't joking.

What do you know
of this King Aelle?

Ah, not much.

Only that
he's new to these isles

and he's eager
to make his mark.

By the looks of it,
that work's begun.

I wonder what King Cerdic
will say to that.

Every army needs new blood.

The Saxons are no different.

But they are
different, aren't they?

Patient...

meticulous...

formidable.

Just like Uther said.

I spoke to Anna.

Her brother
can build us a home.

He needs materials, Derfel.

All I have is Owain's gold.

One piece will be enough
for him to make a start.

Buy the wood.

I don't know that I want to.

Innocent people died
that night, Lunete.

And every time
I walk through the door,
I'll think of them.

Yes, for a time.

And then you'll forget.

I don't want to just
forget them.

You don't get it.

There's blood on these.

If you don't
keep them,

Owain will be slighted.

And I'll no longer be his man.

What Owain said is true.

You can't change the past.

Only learn from it.

Down there, my Lord.

Can I help you, sir?

I am Prince Tristan of Kernow

and seek an audience
with representatives
of Dumnonia.

Very good.

Of Kernow?

Of Kernow.

You stay here. Stay here.

Prince Tristan.

You've come for Mordred's
Naming tomorrow

and were doubtless delayed.

Welcome...

Who speaks
for Dumnonia, Bishop?

As a sworn protector,
I may speak as well

as any
on behalf of King Mordred.

Then hear this:

there will be blood
between my kingdom and yours

unless I receive justice.

Well, forgive me, Lord Prince,
but this justice you...

Spit it out, boy.

Say what you have to say.

A group of my father's people

came to Dumnonia,
at Uther's request,

to work in the mines
and live in peace
with their neighbours.

But last week,

some of those neighbours
came into their mine

and gave them
sword and slaughter.

A family dead.

Their sarhaed will be
the value of their lives...

plus the life of the man
who ordered them killed.

Or else?

Or else we will come
with our own swords and shields

to take the price ourselves.

Please show our guest
some courtesy, please--

All right, all right,
you heard the Bishop.

Enough, enough. Shut up.

See, now, I heard
it were the Blackshield Irish
who attacked the moor.

Well, then they flew
across country to do it...

no man saw them pass,

and they stole
not so much as an egg
in Dumnonia.

That's 'cause
they fear Dumnonia, see,

but not...
...alas, Kernow.

Do you know
of any tribe

other than the Blackshield...

who might've
attacked your people?

-Ask him.
-One more word out of you, boy,

and I'll beat you
into your grave.

Or better still,
ask the witness I have outside.

Into you grave,
your lying son of a bitch!

If any man draws blood,
he is my enemy.

Bring your witness.

A child!

He's brought
a little girl with him.

- That's a young...
- This is embarrassing, Arthur.

Sarlinna ferch Edain.

Speak.

My father was killed,
my mother was killed,

my brothers were killed,

my uncles were killed,

and I saw it done.

Wasn't the raid
at night-time, Sarlinna?

How could you see?

Moon
was almost full.

How did you survive the night?

I hid,
Lord, under a pelt.

You did well.

But did you see the man
who killed your family?

I saw him, Lord.

He wore a string
of warrior rings.

I see what this is.

This is... you know what,

you should be ashamed
of yourself, you should.

Coming in here,
bringing a child in.

You should be ashamed.
On my oath, she lies.

Where I come from,

children who don't
tell the truth

are usually thrashed soundly.
I'm sorry.

A child's word
carries no weight in law.

A child is not among
the tongued ones,
but Lord Owain is.

I believe this child.

You let your priest prattle,
but it's you, they say...

who is making Dumnonia anew.

They exaggerate.

Well, on this showing...

I prefer the old one.

Your father was ruthless...

but he was fair.

Honest.

The day after tomorrow, I will
come for Dumnonia's answer.

You can
have it now, son.

If that answer
denies Kernow justice,

I will challenge you myself,
Lord Owain.

You're on.

Them dirty little
Kernow miners are as greedy
as they are dishonest!

-Do not pay them sarhaed,
Arthur, do you understand me?
-You think this is about money?

Course it is.
They're trying their luck!

They haven't asked
for settlement.

Well, that comes next,
don't it?

They can't exactly go
and ask the Blackshield Irish
for it, can they?

They do well enough
from the mine.

Oh, aye, they bloody do.

Quite why Uther
ever granted such a pact,
that I will never know.

Because he valued their skill,
and he saw an opportunity.

Oh, yeah, to give away our tin?

For mutual benefit.

Uther never gave anything away.

Let me tell you.

When you was gone
all them years...

You were the only advocate
with my father.

Advocate? I was the only one
who'd speak your name.

You think
Bedwin pled your case?

Your sister? No, mm-mm.

Just me.

Oh, yeah, Uther would scream
like a scolded dog.

"Say that bastard's name again,

and you'll join him
in banishment!"

I didn't care.

'Cause you were my friend,

and he wronged you,
Pendragon or no.

I owe you a debt.

Your loyalty
and your trust is enough.

I did not set foot
in that mine.

You have my word.

I had to do it.

You could've killed yourself.

I've defied the Gods.

Mandrake, for the fever.

Belladonna for the pain.

Now we've both defied them.

Coltsfoot steeped in mead.

To calm your cough.

You would cure me and kill me?

I would see you healthy,
to greet the Gods.

And in full voice
when you slit me open.

You won't die in vain.

Your blood will reveal
the path of the Edling King.

Will it be quick?

No.

But you have done it before?

The sacrifice?

A hunt, a feast...
another feast.

Can't recall the last time
I had so much fun.

I'm glad.

So, Owain denies the charge?

Lays the blame
with Oengus Mac Airem

and the Blackshield Irish?

Owain and others.

I know Oengus of old.

Please, share your thoughts.

The Blackshield Irish...

are worse than they say
and as bad as they come.

They'll kill you
for the teeth in your head

and the breath in your lungs.

And your nephew
Gundleus wouldn't?

They have
much in common,

I agree, their land
is small and arid,

compelling them to...
roam abroad.

I've never heard plunder
described so poetically.

Ah, says the scion
of the isle's bountiful state.

We have a long-held pact

with the Blackshield Irish

not to raid
our borders and our towns.

Right now, Oengus is
on the Hibernian Coast.

Why would he risk life and limb
crossing Dumnonia

in the dead of night,

to raid a tin mine?

When was the last time
you saw Oengus?

Two, three years ago.

Mm. Long time.

Perhaps he's changed
his routine.

Sulis will punish me.

If not Sulis,

Rosmerta,
the goddess of fertility.

I can't say, Nimue.

The Gods will not be denied,
much less defied.

How many times
have you told me that?

I don't care.

I'm free.

I would not see them
vent their anger on you.

The Gods are not without mercy.

And I have
one small cause for hope.

They led me here.

Come.

When you wear the crown
or affect to,

it's your friends
who truly test you,

not your enemies.

If your pride allows,

I can instruct you
here and there.

A very kind offer,

but I have no desire
to wear the crown.

I am doing what must be done.

No more.

Guarding the throne
for Mordred.

The question is, what are you
going to do about it?

Will you put all that fine talk
of truth and justice

into practice,
or was that just poetry?

The Naming Ceremony.

Gundleus has
a right to be there.

A right?

Without him,
there'd be no ceremony.

Mercy is the midwife
of progress,

but invite him
to the Naming Ceremony

of the child he tried to kill?

Never.

He is my nephew.

To disrespect him...
is to disrespect me.

If Gundleus causes you to feel
the taint of association,

don't blame me.

I suggest a shorter leash.

Lohilt.

My Lord.

Derfel says
you're a clever bastard.

Clever and meticulous.

The collection to end
all collections.

We did well.

Better than well
at Cadwys' haul.

May I see that tally stick?

Yes, my Lord.

Ahh... Cadwys, Cadwys...

Coin and gold only account
for half your haul.

How did the old rascal pay
for the rest?

Hides?

Gems?

Tin?

The total was adjusted down.

See?

Mm... so it was.

Made quite a mess
of this one, didn't you?

Anyone can make a mistake,

but making it over and over...

seems neither clever
nor meticulous.

Cadwys promised
more than he delivered.

And you fell for that?

Only a close inventory
of the haul

revealed his true deception
in the light,

and so I adjusted
the tally accordingly.

That explains it.

Very good.

By the alignment
of the Royal Chapel...

where Belenus anointed
his human child Beli Mawr,

ancestor
of all Dumnonia's kings...

the Naming may proceed.

Blessings upon this good isle.

May all who dream
be punished for it.

Bishop.

King Mordred,

may the Lord bless you
and keep you.

May the Lord make
his face shine on you

and be gracious to you.

May the Lord
turn his face toward you...

and give you peace.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

There is one last ritual
to perform.

Thus I invoke you
that you may aid me.

Thus I invoke you

that you may aid me.

Thus I invoke you
that you may aid me.

This man is a thief,

a killer...

and a friend to no one.

But the Gods will mark
his sacrifice with their mercy.

You have made your peace
with the Gods, have you not?

Dumnonia and the Gods

will bless you
for your sacrifice.

This pattern of blood shows

King Mordred...

will have a long life.

He will be a leader of battle,

and he will know victory!

What did you see?

If I told you,
would you believe me?

Of course.

You believe in my gifts, then?

The mark of augury?

The tenets of prophecy?

Do you believe?

King Mordred
will have a long life.

He'll be a leader of battle,
and he will know great victory.

The Saxon will fear
and dread his name.

Arthur... Tristan's
refused our settlement.

He's coming to fight Owain.

What shall we do, double it?

Tristan cannot be bought.

Then Owain will kill him.

Yes.

What do you think
a warrior's job is, Derfel?

To fight battles, Lord.

To fight battles
on behalf of those

who cannot fight
for themselves.

I learnt that in Brittany.

Our task is to leave Mordred

with a rich
and a peaceful kingdom.

But to do that,

we must first have
a good and a just kingdom.

We cannot have peace
if we break our treaties,

and the treaty that let the men
of Kernow mine our tin

was a good treaty.

-My Lord...
-Let's assume...

Tristan's little girl...

was telling the truth.

What then?

If he could not be talked...

out of fighting Lord Owain...

he will lose.

Even the Gods
would find it hard

to make him beat down
Owain's sword.

But is that fair?

We would lose, too.

In order to have peace...

and all the good things
that follow it...

I believe I must be
Tristan's champion.

Arthur...

I'm not sure
who else will do it.

But there is one thing
that you can do for me.

A man going into battle
must know that

his cause is right.

Perhaps... the Irish...

did carry their shields

across the land unseen.

Well?

The Gods will support you...

my Lord.

Thank you, Derfel.

♪♪ Summer is a-comin' in♪♪

♪♪ Loudly sing cuckoo...♪♪

♪♪ Summer is a-comin' in♪♪

♪♪ Loudly sing cuckoo... ♪♪

Arthur!

Ah, there you are.
I thought we lost you.

You... You should
be singing this and all.

You know the words
to this one better than I do.

♪♪ Sing cuckoo...
Sing cuckoo...♪♪

What was her name?

Who?

The goldsmith's daughter,
who taught us our songs?

Oh, yes, yes. No, shut up.

I... yeah, uh...

Aislinn.

Aislinn.

She would scold you for
starting the chorus too early.

Scold me? She'd rap my knuckles

till they was red raw!

I liked her.

♪♪ Sing cuckoo ♪♪

You're not even singing it!

♪♪ Sing cuckoo... ♪♪

My Lord,
you are respected.

If you'll allow more time
for a settlement.

You call this a settlement.

I call it a bribe.

Either way, I don't accept it.

Oh, this one.

You got something
you wanna say to me, lad?

By my sword,

I maintain that you caused
the people of Kernow harm

and must face me in a duel.

Do you accept my challenge?

I most certainly do, aye.

But Lord Owain has sworn
his innocence!

His word is enough, my Lord!

In a court
of words, yes.

But there is
also the court of swords,

and by my sword,

I say...

Owain did our cousins
of Kernow harm

and must pay the price.

This ain't your quarrel,
Arthur, do you understand?

- This is not your quarrel.
- He's right.

I appreciate the offer,
but this is Kernow's.

I'm going
to represent you, Tristan.

My mind is settled.

Now you listen to me,
young man,

and you listen up good.

Tax collecting's
a messy business, yeah?

Sometimes people cut up rough,
they lose their heads,

and you have to show 'em
who's in charge.

Uther understood that.

The Saxons are at our gate,

and you want to waste time
with this shit?

My sword maintains
your guilt in the matter

between Kernow and Dumnonia.

All right,
you know what?

I'm going to bed.

And when I wake up...

I hope all this
just proves a dream.

You are a coward.

A murderer.

And a liar.

Oh, dear.

Then it seems your death
will grace my dream.

Was that
strip of rust once a sword?

Take mine, my Lord.

You will follow him
to the Otherworld,
oath-breaker!

On my oath, you broke none!

Thank you, Derfel,
but this blade is sufficient.

Arthur...

Owain, my Lords, I urge you
both now to reconsider,

to reflect on your friendship,

your history...

your joint commitment
to protect King Mordred!

Arthur, please!

Do you both submit judgment
to the court of swords?

-Yes.
-That's a yes, Bishop.

Then God bless you...

and God give truth the victory.

♪♪ Summer is a-comin' in
Loudly sing cuckoo...♪♪

Come on, Owain!

Come on!

Back, Owain!

That's it, Owain!

Come on, Owain!

Ow!

It's not too late
to change your mind!

Go on.
Owain, kill him! Go on!

All right, too late!

Aah!

Owain!

Ha-ha!

Aah!

Hag take you!

Come on, Owain, come on!

This wasn't
your quarrel!

This wasn't your quarrel!

It didn't have to be this way!

I loved you, boy!

Aah!