All language subtitles for The Pendragon s01e05 The Prince of Failure

Vortigern is dead.

No doubt Aurelius will claim the throne
for himself.

Aurelius' life is in danger until the
kings of Britain recognize his claim.

We're not exactly neck deep in
volunteers.

You will not be able to repeal the
barbarian on your own.

700 men is not a man too many to face
Hengist.

Before the summer is through, he means
to take the throne.

And he will have it.

If we are too busy squabbling amongst
ourselves to take up arms against him.

He could be a most valuable ally.

To Hengist. To Saxon.

They say Merlin slew 70 men with his own
hands within these very gates.

I could say he slew 500.

That the world burned and the ground
trembled at his wrath.

No man is capable of such a thing.

The immortal man.

He is nearly an otherworldly being.

MORTAL!

There will be no victory without the
kings of Britain by our side, without

Merlin by our side.

Peres and I ride north to Gothay. It's
Custodian to rule Kelithon.

His Atlantean blood is strong, but we...
We would not be welcome there.

If you return north, Custodian will kill
you.

There is no other way.

They say you are the most powerful of
your people.

Why do you only allow one of their
sacred stones to fill it?

Will you be the man to raise it? Hawk.

My brothers, I greet you in the name of
the Great Light, whose coming

was foretold within this secret ring.

You resent my greeting.

Why?

If my brothers are silent, perhaps it is
because they are no longer certain who

it is.

that addresses them as Ark Druid of the
Sacred Grove.

Who said these things?

We have heard it said that you have left
the old ways to follow a new god, a

foreign god.

From ancient days, we have sought
knowledge so that we might learn the

all things. Is this not so?

It is.

Then how should we be slow to grasp the
truth when it is proclaimed before us?

We know many truths, Master.

Which truth is proclaimed this day? The
final truth.

Then you have become a follower of this
Yesu.

He is the great light of whom our
forebear spoke.

He is the one we have always sought to
find and worshipped unknowingly. And it

is his priests who cut down our groves,
toppled our ancient places.

Men act in ignorance, yet the truth
remains.

We all know from whence these ideas
came.

We all know who it was who led the great
half -gown astray.

Taliesin was the greatest bard who ever
lived.

He betrayed our brotherhood. He gave our
brotherhood its greatest vision.

Lies. You do not deserve truth.

Sacrilege.

How is this real?

No one may set their foot on the sacred
seat.

Not even the ark to it himself.

Servants of the truth, hear me.

Why do you wonder that the wisest among
you should greet you in the name of

Jesus?

The one who called himself the way and
the truth.

How is it that you, who seek the truth
in all ways, should be blind to it now?

You believe this grove is sacred?

These stones?

The new ways?

The old?

I say, he who created the stones and the
trees is greater as his ways.

Enough! Enough!

Enough!

Enough!

King Taldrig's steward gave me a pic of
the kitchen before we left.

We have some raw onions.

Raw parsnips.

Raw leeks.

Cheese.

Carrot.

Also raw.

Barley bread.

Oh, and plenty of plums to help digest
it all.

You've been here before.

Once.

Long ago.

We must be alert as we're near
Kustenin's border.

You know as well as anyone alive what
grief can do to a man.

Yes.

I suppose I do.

God take you, Aurelius. I want to kill
you.

Counting like that, I think the whole
Saxon army could have cut up on you.

Knock you on your kingly earth.

See? The Fairfoot return me.

Hail and hold and free from enchantment.

Aye.

How many?

More than 10 ,000.

Your men let him through.

Men of the West are with us.

I saw them encamp this morning.

Very parts, everyone.

I was hoping for more.

No.

But if I might it, one of the warriors
is worth at least three saxon on foot.

And where does that leave us?

Was hoping for more.

We have come from King Loth of Orkney,
ally to the great Hingis.

The gods have will that they will fight
for us.

It is fortunate for you that you have
two.

My lord Hengest. He's not a lord.

He's Bertholder.

Lord of all lords.

Bertholder.

I've come bearing gifts.

From my father, Tengloth.

And his wife.

My thanks to your father and mother.

The Lady Morgion is no mother of mine.

Not a witch's flesh and blood.

Be careful, boy.

You do not want to outlive your
usefulness to her.

Or me.

By Zeus' new blood, you're back, pal.

Isn't that Titan's task, trying to keep
these bastards from killing each other?

But aren't these Demeteri pagans?

Mithras worshippers?

Christians?

There'll be plenty of killing soon
enough.

Aye.

Just imagine the glory of a lad.

What sort of glory there is in
slaughter?

I've had my fill.

Whose words are these?

I learnt much while I was at Inis
Avalach.

Of course you did.

I spoke with the Fisher King.

He told me of the Western land from when
the Fair Folk came.

He told me of his realm and the thousand
years of peace and how war amongst

their kings nearly destroyed their
people.

They spin tales like old women spin flax
thread, brother.

King making requires blood and sweat.

You know this, brother.

I learned more there.

I learned to pursue the Christ.

And I have become his follower.

What is the matter?

Take a new God.

Take a dozen for all I care.

Better our chances.

It is more than that, Uther.

I've seen what the Fish King and his
people have done for the weak and the

suffering. I've seen their mercy, and it
is stronger than the strength of

armies. It is the future of Britain, and
it must be our future too.

Are you out of your mind?

Uther, I brought Brother Aaron from
Minas Avalok.

He's come to instruct you in the
catechism of the church and baptize you

name of Lord Yesu.

Baptize me.

I will do anything for you.

I will lead your war host.

I will kill your enemies.

I will bend the knee and call you king.

But please, do not ask me to do this.

Look at them.

Boys playing the game of kings.

They've played it well, as Vortigern can
attest.

They may have rooted out that usurper
and settled their blood debt.

But that does not make Aurelius my high
king.

Careful now, my friend.

There are some who would misunderstand
and consider those words as treasonous.

Especially now that Saxon hosts brought
knife.

I know you two are more count to believe
you're willing to bend your knee for

any man.

What webs are you weaving in that
spider's mind?

The brothers defeated Vortigern with the
help of their kinsman's army.

An army that even now sails for Amorica.

How many men are left for them to call
upon?

Two hundred?

And you would openly move against them?

With the Saxons marching against us, do
you take me for a fool?

But who's to say, on the day of battle,
that they're the ones

to lead us to victory and gain the
glory?

They say.

They have the Emrys with them.

I and Magnus Maximus, aliases.

Blessed Bran himself.

I've met the so -called Emrys of theirs.

And?

The Merlin died long before you and I
were born, Donnacht.

If he ever lived.

No.

Those boys are on their own.

I'm fine.

Truly, Mother.

You should eat something for your
strength.

He's been divided in his heart for a
long time.

I think now that it is over, he finally
feels free.

Divided? Between Yesu and the old gods.

But how can he be happy?

The Brotherhood still refused to
believe, even after.

Not every man will choose to believe and
follow the light, my little hawk.

Dead men rise and stones dance in the
air.

And nothing you or anyone else can do
will change that.

Go.

this? Who can stand against such power?

Behold! I imagine Ataliasson, son of the
greatest druids who ever lived,

prince of Ying's Avalach, and champion
of the summer!

Who?

What are you doing?

Where are you taking me?

Let me go.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

Thank you.

Let go of me!

Shushen!

I spent six winters with the hill folk
of the Hawk Thane, learning the ways of

Earth's first children.

When I eventually mastered their tongue,
they told me of a cloud shaped like a

hand that stopped the blade.

At first, I looked to make myself
escape.

In time, however...

I began to sense a purpose at work in my
presence among them.

A purpose that would eventually make
itself known.

We should send an emissary east.

Only the legions can defeat such a
force. There are no legions.

Scarcely even one.

Vortigern invited his doom upon us. And
yet, the Saxons stayed in their lands

and honored their treaty with him.

Until he was killed.

The Saxon will honor a treaty while it
suits him.

Whether Vortigern had lived or not, they
would have turned their eyes to us

eventually.

King Golas.

Vortigern is gone.

Rome is gone.

The Saxon is here.

What more is there to say than the
Canovial fight?

Aye. But who will lead the fight?

My brother is high king.

Your brother commands no army of his
own.

We men of the West recognize Aurelius as
the lawful high king. And we offer him

our armies.

Every horse, spearman, and archer.

We all acknowledge Aurelius' claim.

High king he may be. Maybe?

But leading an army requires training.

Skill. You bastard.

I have named my brother.

The Dux Britanniorum.

Battle chief of all the armies of the
island of the mighty.

Well, there has not been a Dux
Britanniorum since Maximus marched to

And yet there is one now.

Uther is unmatched on the battlefield
and is a keen strategist, as I believe

yourself can attest.

The Cornovi swore no oath to you as High
King. You swore an oath to our father.

Your father is dead.

You ask my opinion, I give it now.

Your father did nothing to make us
stronger.

He took more from our harvest than any
Saxon raider.

And Vortigern?

He sold us to the barbarians and
betrayed our brothers at the treason of

Longknives. Were you cowed behind your
walls? I will not suffer insult from a

half -Saxon bastard boy, no matter who
your father was.

I will fight the barbarians, but I've
had enough of high kings.

words in hate, some not so easily
retracted. And you are not my tutor that

would be schooled. Do you not realize
the damage you just caused?

Do you not realize those vipers are
openly moving against you?

If you give them the right to name the
ducks, you might as well give them your

crown. I have no crown.

I have no kingdom.

And I'm afraid you've not stopped the
suction of a lot of other people.

How many men does Gualus command?

420 from Demonia.

Quarter of a force.

Thank you.

You told me earlier I'd do anything
after you.

That you'd kill my enemies.

Bend the knee.

You have what to say the word.

I want you to find Gorlos and make
amends. I've told you what needs to be

What's up?

I'll go and do it.

Gorlos! My lord, you cannot enter.

Came to serve.

Speak your word.

I give you good greetings, my lord.

King

Gorroth,

dear.

You will return presently. Perhaps you
would like to sit while you wait.

Would you care for a drink as well,
Lorita?

Corn

over

here not famed for their wine, but I
hope you'll find it pleasing.

You must be one of Lord Aurelius's men.

Are you from Amorica, then? I've heard
it is a beautiful land full of apple

trees and white cliffs.

Aye, tooth.

The forest there, big and full of game.

Fields perfect for tilling crops.

But no country is as beautiful as this
one.

I'm afraid I didn't catch you on that.

By Christ and his saints.

Father. Does your offense know no
bounds?

Perhaps across the sea, in the Roman war
camps, they taught you to prey on the

young and naive.

Lord Uther, it's all to you, Father.

I was merely extending him your courtesy
while we awaited your return.

Then speak, boy.

What do you have to say?

Your journey was long.

I came from Unis Avalach.

The road has fallen much from disuse.

I was not speaking of the miles.

Your haul has changed little these past
50 years.

Did you think to find it so different,
Mervyn Wilt?

We do not forget who we are.

Or what has been done to us?

Vortigern is dead.

The Saxons overrun the eastern shore,
and the kings of Britain rallied to

them. The kings of the south are fat and
lazy.

If they lived beyond the wall, fighting
Picty and Irish every summer, they

would never have allowed the barbarian a
foothold in this land.

And yet...

What the barbarian has taken can be won
back.

There is to be a new high king, son of
Constance, or rather two sons,

one to rule and one to lead the war host
as ducks.

It is they who have rallied the kings of
the south and west.

They are the ones who would oppose the
Saxons now.

I have come to ask the northern lords to
join with them.

You enter my home once again.

And the first words out of your mouth
are to ask me for this.

The brothers have named me their High
Counselor. They have asked me to raise

army. You know of what I speak.

Fifty years.

And never once a word.

Fifty years.

And not so much as a thought for those
left behind.

If there is such need, why do you not go
yourself?

Join the fight.

Ride forth against the barbarian and
lead your high king to his victory.

I cannot. You cannot?

And what prevents you?

Eh?

Are you not strong enough?

Are you not the mighty Merlin?

Terrible to meet on the field of battle?
You know I cannot.

I've seen what you can do.

Why don't you summon the battle Arwen,
eh?

Then you can single -handedly slaughter
the entire Saxon host until the blood

soaks the earth.

You know I cannot.

What I know is this.

You parade yourself as a prophet, a
warrior bard, a champion of life.

Yet when the day of trouble comes, you
cannot even save

those who trust you most.

I sent you to speak on my

behalf.

And I find you here playing games.

Boy,

I had rumored there was an ale house in
the next valley over.

That's just a barrel or two, yeah?

Wow.

You've much learned about fighting, my
brother.

And your lord asked you a question.

And my lord should use his wits.

What do you see there, brother?

Half those tribes hate each other.

But tonight, they think they're
brothers.

And they all stand united behind you.

You're welcome.

Hmm.

And is Golas behind me?

Prepared my speech like you asked.

And?

And it went poorly.

By the praise of our father, I give you
one single task.

How?

He's an arrogant old fool.

That arrogant old fool is the most
respected fighter in this camp.

He has faced the Saxons before and won.

Raiding parties.

Which is more than you have done.

Oh, I don't question your skill and
bravery in battle.

But the other kings do.

And if Gorlaz withdraws his warband,
they will most certainly follow.

We cannot let our forces be divided.

Not even by one man.

If we do, the enemy will prevail.

And Britain will be lost.

Without even a fight.

Exactly the reception you were hoping
for.

It was exactly the reception I was
expecting.

Forgive me then, my lord, but why did we
come here?

I must go back the way I came.

All the way to the beginning.

Without the North, the kings of Britain
are not strong enough to repel the

invaders.

Even you may struggle to persuade a
king.

Who hates you. Who blames you. I know
what he blames me for.

Then you know how hard this is going to
be.

And you may not have noticed, but we are
currently locked in a dungeon.

I had noticed.

Cousin's anger is fierce, but it will
pass.

We were bound together once. That bond
would not fail.

He is still the man I knew.

Are you certain?

It is our gift.

and our curse.

All men change, Lord.

Even us.

It is an insult to all of us, no matter
the father.

The boy should have consulted us before
naming his brother the Dux.

Perhaps in our Morica, one king lords it
over another as he wills.

But that is not how it is done here.

You've always had a silver tongue.

Spit out this thing that you're trying
to hint at.

Only that I took an oath to Aurelius,
not to his fool of a brother.

We must have a battle chief who can lead
us to victory.

And that Dunlop is right.

If there is to be a Dux Britanniarum,
let us decide it in council.

We are all kings, are we not?

Do we not all supply and train our own
war bands?

Should we not have a say in who would
lead them?

And if Aurelius refuses to heed our
wisdom, then he must be

challenged.

You said yourself you swore an oath to
the boy.

And as you have said, you have not.

They are two slithering snakes.

I know.

Then why do you entertain them?

Because they are kings of Britain.

And because they speak the truth.

The brothers are honourable men.

Aurelius, perhaps.

But he is young.

Untried.

At war with the Saxon, there's no place
to learn how to lead.

You learnt in battle.

How much like your mother you are.

Whenever a film would be full, she would
speak to me thus.

You're torn, father. I can see it.

Sometimes honour makes demands of us
that it would be foolish to fulfil.

This is the way of a king.

It is not your way.

Have my dungeons given you time to
think, Merlin?

They have.

Time I much needed.

They have for me as well.

You know, truth be told, I did not
believe I would ever see you again.

Once.

There was much I wanted to say to you.

So many things.

But now, after all these years,

I find there is nothing left in my heart
but

justice.

You were a father to me.

And you were a son.

I tried. You failed!

And now I will exact your father's price
for that failure!

And with greatest regrets that in the
hour of tribulation the distance between

our realms is too far.

Further, as the Irish raids increase...
That's enough.

Keld isn't coming.

Have we received any reply to our other
letters?

Eldorf of Abarakum, and Ogrovan of
Delgetlai.

Both ask pardon, because they're unable
to send aid.

And with the loss of Orchidea, we've
heard no word at all.

Great.

Thank you.

He's going to reply, thanking them for
their answers.

Even with all the war bands here,
we're...

Still don't make up more than half a
legion in strength.

Our enemy is disorganized and
undisciplined.

Forgive me, Lord Aurelius, but our enemy
grows

stronger by the hour.

Every day, more ships cross the sea,
bringing Saxons, Angles, Jutes.

We are outmatched five to one.

The Emery is rallying the king to the
north.

The warbands could be riding to our aid
even now. Could be. The North do not

care if we live in peace or burn at the
torch.

Let us speak truthfully among ourselves,
brothers.

Not since the days of the legions have
so many foes gathered in the island of

the mighty. If we are to have any hope
of victory, there must be nothing left

chance.

I call on us to name King Gorlas as
Dutch Britanniarum.

You bastard.

I second this choice.

It's treason. Your brother is not king
yet.

And who challenges his claim?

I do.

And before we play king -making, there
is a war that must be won.

The choosing of the duck.

It means the difference between victory
and defeat.

I ask you and your brother to step aside
and let another

lead. You bastards!

You steal our brother's life!

To follow you would not only mean the
death of many.

It would mean the death of Britain!

Oh, if death comes, it comes to you
first. You threaten me! Enough! Enough!

Steady, brother.

We cannot afford to lose one man.

Will you follow me into battle?

I will not send the sons of my lords to
die

behind two undisciplined and untrained
boys.

Then we will settle this the old way.

So we must.

Fetch my arm and shield for this old ox
changes his mind.

No, no, no.

They're challenging me for the throne.

If I'm to be high king, this is a fight
I must win.

Do you know what the punishment was in
Atlantis for betraying a king?

I know your grief, Lord.

It is my own.

Though I bear it not as you.

You bear it not at all.

But you will.

What are you doing?

Peles had nothing to do with that day.

He followed his master.

And he failed my child.

The sinners took the silence.

Your quarrel is with me.

No.

Watch and suffer like I suffered.

Look at you.

You're just going to let him die, aren't
you?

Like you let her die.

Christen, please.

All you've got to do is slay me and save
him.

Like you could have saved her.

Finish it.

Go on, then!

Finish it!

Finish it.

This is the second time you've found
yourself beneath my blade, King Stannan.

There will not be a third.

Do not wish your strength on this dog.

I am your battle chief. Let me be your
champion.

I cannot.

This is their scheme at work, brother.

It seeks to demean you. Do not give in
to them.

Please, brother, let me fight.

He is a great warrior.

A seasoned warrior.

You will kill him.

It must be.

The soul is in God's hands.

Oh, it's a fickle brother.

Oh, my God.

So what is Britain?

I want to stain this noble blade with
Britain's blood.

Here. The mule.

Weigh him down and strike without mercy.

I will say this once again in the
hearing of all.

Yield your claim.

Many words were spoken in anger.

Thou will yet forgive if you agree to
bend the knee.

So be it!

Your blood be on your own head!

She was never a maid given to soft
things, like ribbons and flowers.

You made that change in her.

You didn't bring her in?

No.

It seemed right that she should find her
rest here.

I tried to save her.

All my strength, all my power,

with everything I had.

Tell me about these brothers that you
now serve.

Aurelius is of noble stock.

He is a man of both Roman and British
blood, though young.

He has a wisdom beyond his years.

I've seen his future in the fire.

I've seen him lead an army.

I've seen his courage in battle.

I've seen him administer both justice
and mercy. I believe him to be the high

king this land needs.

And the other?

Great darkness is falling upon this
land.

Right or wrong, these brothers are our
only hope to stand against it.

Not our only hope.

The kings of the north shall ride to
their aid.

You have my word.

Drink this.

Did you see the kings?

Will they follow?

The gods take the king's royalties.

The men. The men, brother.

After what they saw, they'll wear you
into Hades itself.

Rita.

You don't let them hear me scream.

Stay.

I am Kostenin, king of Gothay and
Kelithon.

You've, uh, met my daughter, Ganyeda.

Ganyeda?

I find myself endlessly curious about
you, Merlin.

And yet you do not reveal your secrets.

I would ask you to winter here with us.

You forget that I knew your father.

You have his presence.

Stay.

I sense danger in this place.

Can you hear them?