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I knew your father.

I am yet convinced that he was not of this world.

You have his presence.

I've seen a land shining with goodness. It's the kingdom of summer, and I will

be its king.

Vortigern is gone.

Rome is gone.

The Saxon is here. But who will lead the fight?

My brother is high king.

My brother commands no army of his own. Yield your claim. I will yet forgive.

If you agree to bend the knee.

Will you follow me against the Saxon?

We recognize Aurelius as the lawful High King.

Fisher King's sword.

Your sword.

The sword of a High King.

What would it like, Merlin, to be alone with God?

Is that who you think I was alone with?

Who else?

I do not know if God was with me in Caliphon all these many years,

But I know Morgan was.

You would have drowned on the shores of Saurus if not for me. And am I to thank

you for this life that I have?

Ignored and forgotten.

Urien! You must hurry along to your cellies with Calia.

Your mother knows what's best for you.

A gift.

For Angus.

Great darkness is dawning upon this land.

These brothers are our only hope to stand against it. The kings of the north

shall ride to their aid.

You have my word.

Hail, wild man of the wood.

I bring you greetings from the world of men.

Your work is not finished in the land of the living.

Your salvation is at hand.

But you must go back the way you came.

I won't go back.

I won't go back. I won't.

Go back. Do you remember the last time you tasted wine?

Warm food in your belly, Merlin Ambrosius?

How do you know my name?

Drink.

50 years is a long time to live on locusts and honey.

Has it been that long?

I am not going back.

Uh -huh.

So you say. I am happy as I am. No one is happy in hell.

Leave me!

I have not come to take you away.

You have carried your burden long enough.

It is time to lay it down.

Burden it may be.

But it's all I have left.

No, Merlin.

Not all.

The time has come, my son, to be reborn.

Sorrow.

Maddox Archers arrived last night.

We estimate about 2 ,000, with another 500 mounted.

How many are there now?

More.

We grow our army by twos and threes, and every day.

A new warship arrives from Saxon land.

Do we grow?

Some of the Domnonii slipped away last night. There are quarrels outside this

tent.

We all know the enemy is strong.

That their ranks are more numerous than our own.

It was our weakness and division that let the barbarians gain a foothold in

land.

If we are to drive them out, it must be by our strength and unity.

And how are we to drive out 15 ,000 Saxons with

only 2 ,500 men?

Hengist's arrogance will be his downfall.

The boy is a fool.

Five thousand could not hold that for him. But even if they were the finest

soldiers in the world, we must talk to him.

Attempt to impart some reason. Speak if you will.

I've had my fill of talk.

What are you saying? Look around you.

If we stay, we're doomed.

And if we retreat, the Saxons will rape and pillage this land. Let them rape and

pillage. The walls of my fortress are high.

And I intend to live to see another summer.

I didn't figure you for a coward.

Since when does a king need permission to ride among his troops? Don't lie to

me, Morkant. I do not lie.

You would abandon your brothers on the eve of battle. I would save my people

from destruction.

So should you.

A Saxon army could never breach the walls of Tintagel. Send your men back to

their beds, and I'll say no more of this offense.

No one commands my men, but I.

King Aurelia, I present to you the Lord of the North.

Greetings, my friend.

You'll find a warm welcome here.

I hear you brought us some Saxons to kill.

That's welcome enough.

Steward.

Battle chief.

Are we late to the battle?

The enemy's before us.

Not behind.

I heard the Ferry of the North are great warriors.

Did the Saxons take your arm?

No. He was me daughter's husband.

My lord, there's someone waiting for you.

Mother.

What are you doing here?

It's not safe.

I've come with some brothers from the Shrine of St. Joseph to ease the pain of

the wounded and the passage of the time.

What is it, Hawk?

Not long ago, you offered me the Fisher King sword.

I would gladly take it up now.

I did not bring it.

I have offered that sword to each of the three great men in my life.

Your grandfather refused it. Your father refused it.

And you refused it.

I've always believed you were meant to be High King.

Your father prophesied it.

Hafgen declared it.

Perhaps they saw through me to another.

And perhaps... Perhaps you were meant to wield a different weapon.

Can you go ask his daughter?

That's your brother, no?

My brother has more important matters to attend to.

As do we all.

The river is too far and too deep.

It's not too far on horseback, and it's not too deep if it's unguarded. As soon

as we march to our armies north, Hengist will turn to us.

No, he won't, because the main body of our war host will already have engaged

him.

Here.

Make an easy target.

Make him commit his worst.

Aye. Then I will lead the mounted troops to the river,

cross, and attack Hengist from behind.

You? It must be me. If you can kill the brave Voldar himself,

his armies will collapse.

Don't you think it's a good plan, King Corliss? I think it's a desperate plan.

And foolish.

But I can see none better.

Then the die is cast.

Tomorrow, we make war.

For Britain!

For Britain!

And what happened?

when we cannot hold the river long enough before Aurelius makes his

We won't need that long.

Just long enough for Merlin to remember his calling.

I kept your promise and put up the men in the north.

But it isn't enough.

What does Aurelius say?

His new faith has gladded his judgment.

He's waiting on a miracle.

And why do you tell me this?

Because I think you can give him one.

They say that when the battle of one is upon you, you become an unstoppable

force.

Ride with us into battle tomorrow.

We face 15 ,000 Saxons.

What do you ask? I know what I ask.

I'll lead you into victory with her.

The men of Britain will proclaim me king.

But at least it won't be a person.

The men ready for battle.

For the soul of Britain.

The battle has already begun.

He

has you

before me.

He has you behind.

A camp is no place for a lady such as yourself.

A lady is never safer than with the Battle Chief of Britain watching over

Forgive me if I've overstepped.

No.

He seeks our deliverance from God.

When he could so easily just give it to us with his own hands.

How you

made that?

That is why he seeks deliverance from God.

And not by his own hands.

Hold one eye approaches.

You are Lady of the Lake.

And you are King Golas of Tintagel, yes?

This is my daughter, Igeana.

I would entrust her into your care tomorrow.

Can you help mine wounds and fetch water for the dying?

I will do whatever I can to aid the fight.

In the days of your fathers' fathers, before the treachery, before the

conspiracy, when the eagle still flew above the emperor's wall, and the Roman

peace still held in these lands, a babe was fetched from the waters beneath Ur

with Bath.

And that babe a bard, and that bard a

prophet.

Here then, if you will, the vision of Taliesin, Ap Elfin,

Ap Guivno -Garanir.

And this is the way of it.

across the sea in everlasting band.

A maiden faced the God of her fathers in the sand.

She saw her home destroyed, claimed by war and by the sea.

A wonder of forlorn in a world that knows no peace.

Far to the north in Gwynedd's land, the country's ancient home, a

poet faced the god of his fathers in the stone.

He saw his home destroyed, claimed by war and by the sky,

a wonder of forlorn, seeking truth.

Children of Gwyneth Prythain, now from every hill and glen,

abandoned by our father's god, have sworn by mournful men.

We've seen our homes destroyed, now from hill land glen alight.

United now we rise, up like dragons in the night.

With your sword and join the fray, our hallowed ground will free.

Rebuke the Saxon gods, drive their war hosts to the sea.

Never again our homes destroyed, our names will live in song.

When the heroes' cup is raised, let our victory wine be

strong.

There is a land shining with goodness, where each man protects his brother's

dignity as his own, where war and want are ceased, and all races live under the

same law of love and honor.

It is a land bright with truth, where a man's word is his pledge, and falsehood

is banished.

Where children sleep safely in their mother's arms, and never know fear,

or pain.

A land where kings extend their hands in justice rather than reach for the

sword.

Where mercy, kindness, and compassion

flow like deep water over the land.

And men revere virtue, revere truth, revere beauty

above comfort, pleasure,

A selfish game.

A land where peace reigns in the hearts of men.

Faith blazes like a beacon from every hill.

Love like a fire from every hearth. Where the true God is worshipped and his

ways acclaimed by all.

There is a golden realm of light, my friends.

And it is called the kingdom of summer.

Good luck.

Be strong.

Be resilient.

This is an honor, Father, to ride with you into battle.

May we both earn names the Bard shall speak of throughout the ages.

And may God in heaven deliver us.

Your song last night.

I've never heard anything like it.

Great a rebuke you could not give me.

I mean no rebuke.

On the contrary.

I've never seen the souls of men stirred so.

But that is the rebuke, O king.

I have failed you, Aurelius.

Failed?

I sit at the head of an army of your making.

And while I've been playing kingmaker and politician, while I've been

in my misery for a lifetime or more, while I was busy being king

in Maridunham and fame brother in the north,

Dreaming away my youth.

I should have been focused on my first calling.

My true calling.

I am Merlin Emrys.

Son of Taliesin at Elfin at Gwidno.

And I am the last true bard of the Islands of the Mighty.

I will uphold you in battle.

It's the bads of the old people.

The age of Britain never rests in the hands of the great life.

And I will see you when the battle is won.

If your prayers had failed.

Are we not riding with them, Lord?

No.

We must fight a different battle.

Men of the island of the mighty, long have your tribes fought alone against

Irish, Picts, Scotty and Saxon, at times

against each other, East and West, North and South,

Camry and Brigante, Canovey and Demetay,

Belgae and Demnonii.

Since Bran the Blessed, you have only known peace when it was given to you.

You've only known unity when it was forced upon you by stronger kings.

But today, you stand together.

You stand as Britons.

And thunder's worn.

But you will surely fall.

Behold the sword of Magnus Maximus, emperor of Britain and Rome,

who held his land against the barbarians so long ago.

Now behold your battle chief.

You must hold the line, brother.

You must hold Britain.

The thought is brilliant.

Information!

Where is he going?

Thank you.

I would urge you to be cautious.

Hikaru! Hikaru!

light preserve our king.

Great light.

We are lost unless we find ourselves in you.

Will your great light save you if you have the power to save yourself, my

He has you before me. He has you behind.

Not by my power. He has you by time.

Why does the champion of summer devote himself to prayer when the battle is

before him?

Why did you let others suffer when you sold on a strong?

Well, you know suffering, don't you?

Morgan.

At last, my dear nephew.

I began to fear you had lost your way.

Why do you not speak, my love?

Does fear bind your tongue?

You're right when you speak of fear, Morgan.

I do fear you for well.

And yet, if not for me, you would have been killed long ago.

I interceded for you, nephew.

You owe me a debt.

You owe me a father.

My error was never meant for him.

Those are the first true words you've ever spoken.

Caris never spoke for me.

Savior of her people.

I would have given the world and everything in it to have Taliesin smile

the way he smiled at her.

To have Avalok smile at me the way he smiled at her.

To have anyone smile at me the way they smiled at her.

But I was young.

But things mattered to me then.

What matters to you now, mistress of lies?

You,

nephew.

Your unreasoning hatred of the old ways, of your own past and power, cannot

continue.

It will not be tolerated, Merlin.

Britain did not have to perish. The Saxons do not have to prevail.

My God will preserve us.

Your God?

Are you Aurelius?

Did you think your juvenile plan would not be known to us?

Did you think we would not be prepared?

Just as your wits, motherfucker.

Loose the arrows.

My men are down now.

The wits foresaw their death.

You will be rewarded.

Today, Britain die!

Great light upholdeth.

Away through it all.

The senselessness.

How many lives must be lost before you accept the power you were born to wield?

Great light upholdeth.

Great light.

Great darkness.

What separates day from night?

Only a handful of hours?

Ten of the earth?

We are not so different, you and I.

We are overrun!

Start the retreat!

Or we are lost!

They need you, Madis.

They need you now.

Feel the power in your arms.

Feel the strong steel in your hands.

Remember what they did to me, my love.

Seven! Seven!

They are dying, Mervyn.

Britain is dying.

The vision of your father is dying.

Your battle chief is dying.

And your king is dead.

Greenlight, forgive me. You do not need forgiveness.

Just the will to power.

And when you have vanquished your foes, we will rule together, the king and

queen of the kingdom of Soma.

I've already been baptized.

I know, my son.

It's been a long time since you were clean.

The work hasn't yet finished, my lord.

The great darkness we've long feared has gained a foothold on the island of the

mighty.

You should have let me die.

You sang your life into me.

I doubt you had remained instead.

I had my time.

I completed my work.

You... You were my vision, my son.

I have failed.

Then you must start again.

You must go back the way you came.

What does that mean?

It is the father's right to give his son his first shave.

That right was stolen from me by the one you fear most.

Morgan.

And yet, this swift, sure hand has given us this moment to make right that loss.

Let her go, my son.

Go forth.

Meet the day.

Time for us both to leave this place.

One comes with prayers of... How do you feel of the new man?

We'll dress you in clothes appropriate to your rank.

I'll stay here with you, Father.

I've ever been with you, Merlin.

Merlin.

I am not the king of the summer kingdom, Morgan.

And you're only the queen of air and darkness.

You fool.

You're clinging to the promises of a god who has abandoned you.

We're not abandoned.

Not yet.

Hmm.

And thoughts remain unchanged.

And yet...

When I consider

what you must have sacrificed... I'll need to face... I sacrificed nothing!

My power comes as easily as yours, nephew.

And as your father's.

I will see you again, Martin.

I will see you again, Morgan.

All hail Aurelian!

High King and Pendragon of Britain!

Hooray!

Vigana, my daughter.

Vigana.

Vigana.

Uther! Master!

Great light.

We are not equal to this light.

What is it? What have you seen?

Our doom.