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It is said,
a vengeful hatred has

always run deep between
Gaels and Picts.

No force on this earth could
ever unite two such kingdoms.

But some would try.

King Unust, of the Picts,
offered his daughter Edana

as a bride for the
young Prince Alpin,

son of Eachdach,

King of Dal Riata.

King Eachdach
agreed to the union,

hoping it would secure
some temporary peace

between the rival kingdoms.

But as the Gaels began
preparing for the ceremony,

the power hungry Pictish king

was laying other plans.

The night before the wedding,

his army stormed the
Fortress of Dunadd.

No!

I bestow on you

the right to reign.

The two survived.

As Aldin fled with
his infant brother,

he made a vow.

As long as one son
of Eachdach still had breath,

they would avenge

and restore the
Kingdom of Dal Riata.

Sinead, what in heaven's name do
you think you're doing?

You know you're not supposed
to come here on your own.

I was looking for Kyra.

Kyra's gone.

Now come.

Kyra?

Run. Sinead run!

Sinead.

She's been taken.

Shadows, they've taken her.

Lachlan what do we do?

I fear there's... There's nothing
we could do.

Not yet.

The most northern
outpost in Dal Riata

So,

- usual story.
- Don't draw attention.

Gather information.
And if it turns sour, get out.

Can we go now? I'm starving.

Wait.

You remember I told
you that when you reached

your tenth year,
I had something to show you?

Yes.

This belonged to our father.

He gave it to me
just before he died.

Anything happens to me,
then you're next in line.

So, I want you to
keep it safe for me.

Never give it to anyone.

This broach represents
our right to reign,

so it must not fall
into the wrong hands.

If I die,

it'll be your proof that
you're the rightful heir

of Dal Riata.

I will guard it with my life.

Good.

Let's go.

And who are you?

My name is Alpin.

My apprentice
and I have traveled far

and we seek provisions and rest.

We're craftsmen.
We can pay you with labor.

- Is that right?
- You would do well to assist us.

I always remember kindness shown

and men of honor
will be rewarded.

Well in that case, I might
have something for you.

You can have this.

Do you think I give
a damn what you want?

Or where you've come from?

Or what your bloody well seek?

You come in here,
making demands,

giving orders like
you rule the place.

Let me tell you something,

I'm in charge here.

So you can either meet
your demands elsewhere,

or you can quickly
learn your place,

here,

under my foot.

So?

We'll go.

Aye, I thought so.

You can tell anyone
else you meet

Torcall makes the rules here.

Now get.

Wait, grab him lads.

Huh, You can leave this behind.

And, uh,

we'll keep the boy too.

Come here.

Stop!

Stop.

You stop this madness,
you fools.

In all my days, Torcall,
I didn't think even you

could be such a
bald-headed idiot.

God forgive you for treating
strangers in such a manner.

Have I taught you nothing?

My sincere apologies, sires.

Now if you'd like
to come this way,

I'll get you a good welcome,

away from these animals.

Think on your sins,
you degenerate wastrels.

Just look at the state of you.

Not eaten in days
I wouldn't doubt.

And the harvest
was so poor this year,

I would usually have a wee keg
of cider laying around,

but the peck was poor
and Lachy takes a wee drop more

- now that the nights...
- I think,

how about, um, a wee fowl
for our guests.

- A what?
- A fowl.

I think we could do better
than broth,

- considering who they are.
- Oh.

What was I thinking?

Ah... I'll just pop out and...
And pluck you a wee chicken.

Aye, aye. Ah.

My wife and I are not that used
to having guests.

I see.

Look, it's the least
we could do.

You've traveled a long way.

I'm most grateful
for your hospitality.

Ah well.

You'll have to forgive Torcall
and his men.

They're very wary of strangers,
especially now.

Come here you!

You don't see many
travelers around here?

Ah, no. A...

The truth is this place...

is haunted.

- Haunted?
- For some years now,

folk have been seeing...

Um, strange, unearthly things.

Spirits, some say.

Over there, among the trees
of Dorcha Forest.

And in the village here,
sometimes.

They call them, "shadows".

"Shadows"?

And our children...

our children have been taken.

Our own beautiful daughter,
Sinead, was captured.

Biddy was there
when it happened. She saw it.

She only glimpsed them,

the Shadows.

But, she's never been
the same since.

What's been done
to get them back?

Not a thing.

Folk are afraid to go out
to that forest now.

That's madness.

These kidnappers must
be found and fought.

Aye, but how can you fight a foe

that may not even
be of this world?

You mean spirits?

That's fireside tales.

Is it?

I saw them.

They were dark as night.

Swift like the wind.

As if driven by some,

invisible force.

And Sinead,

and my Sinead,

Whoa.

Oh no, no, Oh, dear.

Don't think of it.
Don't think of it.

I know what grief
can do to a mind,

but something must be done.

And on my life,
I know who's behind it.

- Picts.
- Picts?

Who else would it be?

You're a Druid, do you not?
Who do you say it is?

Some say it's a witch
who calls up evil spirits

to do her bidding.

Some say it's mercenaries
from the sea looking for slaves.

I say it's Olc-Mor.

Olc-Mor?

Really?

You asked my opinion.
There it is.

You truly believe that?

And, what is it?

Ah...

Come with me.

Down this way.

Welcome to my monastery.

A little drafty I grant you
but it's peaceful enough.

- Do you like my pictures boy?
- Did you do these?

They're amazing.

Aye, they are that.

- Most of my own work anyway.
- What about the snake one?

That's the best.

Yes, well, that's
not one of mine.

Now, look at this.

What do you see?

That's the sign of the king.

The symbol for the kingdom
of Dal Riata?

The sign of the king.

Exactly.

Now there's a story
behind that sign.

The legend of King Conall,

who ruled Dal Riata,
oh, 200 years ago.

That's him there.

King Conall himself.

And is that the queen?

Heck no, that's ah...
Saint Columba.

Who?

Saint Columba?

The... The...
The blessed man of God

who brought the
gospel of our lord

Jesus Christ
to these Pagan shores.

No?

Oh! Blind me mother.
Well never mind.

He's a holy man,

whom King Conall called upon,

when Dal Riata
was in desperate need,

oppressed by an evil sorcerer.

And that sorcerer's name,

was Olc-Mor.

You've made a mistake here.

Hmm? Mistake?

You've got the King kneeling
before the evil sorcerer.

No, that's no mistake.

That's what happened.

Columba told Conall,

that the only way
he could save Dal Riata

was by giving up his own life.

So he did.

And the sorcerer killed him.

But that's not the end
of the story.

In that moment,

Conall was filled
with a supernatural power.

The King's power.

And he rose up
and he imprisoned Olc-Mor,

in the tomb beneath the
hill fort of Dunadd.

And sealed the door
with the sign of the King.

♪ Then the evil power he bound ♪

♪ In a vault
beneath the ground ♪

♪ Still his children ♪

♪ Bear the sign ♪

Of the royal... line?

Well, thanks for the...
The bedtime story

and the song, but,

we're very weary and we'd be
grateful for some rest.

I'm not tired.

So ah, we'd best find a place
to make camp for the night.

Oh, but you must
come and stay with us.

- We've got plenty of room.
- Thank you.

- Ah... Indeed, many thanks. But...
- We'd love to.

We really wouldn't want to be...

Ah, Perfect. That's it.

Let's go back.

Alright.

The sign of the King.

Aye.

Alpin,

the legend of King Conall,

is it true?

Does it matter?

Yes, it does.

Finn, the purpose
of the legend is,

is not to retell the
story exactly, but,

to convey a message.

- And what's the message?
- Well what do you think?

I... I just thought,

it was a real story.

Why can't people just say
what actually happens.

Well, it was a long time ago.
Nobody knows for sure.

Lachlan seemed pretty sure.

And he's a druid, so
he ought to know.

The legend is,
is no more than a story.

All we can do is take
from it what we will.

And what is that?

That Conall was a good king,

because he cared for his kingdom
more than his own life.

And we should too.

And what about the king's power?

- What about it?
- Is it real?

- No.
- But you've got the mark

on your back
like in Lachlan's picture.

Perhaps you have the same power.

Perhaps you have the
power over death.

Finn, the only
power that is certain

in this world is this.

This is what determines
whether a man will live or die.

This is the only
authority we possess.

We rise or we fall
by the strength of our arm.

- But...
- I did not put that broach

into the hands of a child.

I gave it to the son of a king.

It's time to grow up Finn.

We cannot put our faith
in children's stories.

Run!

It's them!
The shadows!

- Shadows!
- Shadows!

Shadows!

I tell you, he's the one
we've been waiting for, girl.

I have to go.

It's our only chance.

Isn't it enough
I lose a daughter.

You'll never survive out there.

- My boy has been taken.
- Eh!

Now you get what it feels like.

Only for us, it was our
own flesh and blood,

not some apprentice.

He's not my apprentice,
he's my brother.

- Your brother?
- And we're not craftsmen.

I knew it.
I told you he was lying.

No commoner has a
sword like that.

So come on.
Tell us who you are.

Who are you?

I'm your king.

Huh. Our king died years ago.

I am his son,

Alpin Mac Eachdach.

And now I have seen the
oppression you're under.

I'm going to hunt
down these kidnappers

and return your children.

- Now who will join me?
- Why should we follow you?

You brought the shadows
back down on us again.

I am not your enemy.
The enemy is out there.

And the more we squabble
amongst ourselves,

the weaker we become.
But if we unite,

- we can fight them.
- Do you not think we've tried?

My wee boy was taken.

We can't fight them.

They're not from this world.

That is cowardice and
superstition talking.

They could be fought
and killed. I know it.

Now who will join me?

I will come.

Anyone else?

I...

I.

So the king, eh?

- It's true.
- Oh, I believe you.

You're a better contender
than Torcall, anyway.

- Torcall?
- Well yes.

Every man and his brother's,
seeking to be king these days.

- If you pardon the expression.
- You have no idea.

Most assume that Eachdach's
sons were all killed

in the massacre.

Yet, here you are.

What have you been doing

for the last 10 years?

Surviving.

Coward.

Now you've lost your druid.

Get off me!
Go. Hands off.

- Ugh!
- Hold him still.

- Tie him up.
- Give me that rope.

Search the area.
There must be more.

Kill him.

- Gart.
- Gart what are you doing?

We can't kill innocent.

He's a holy man.

He could be a trot
for all I care.

- He'll die the same.
- You're not gonna kill him.

- You can't.
- Shut your mouth.

So, Gael, are you alone?

I said are you alone?

No, I am not alone.

I told you. Form up. Be ready!

How many are with you?

Ah well,

that's a difficult question.

Because firstly,
there is the good Lord himself,

who, though being of nature one,

is also known,
as having three persons.

I suppose it all depends
on your understanding

of that aspect of deity.

Just answer the question!

How many?

Alright, we'll call that three.

Then we have the angels.

And if the good Lord
could open my eyes

as he did Elisha's Servant,

then I could tell you
exactly how many.

Hundreds, maybe thousands.

Enough!

Let's put this God

of yours to the test, shall we.

Take him to camp.

- Ah, ah.
- I thought you could talk.

We should let him go.

Maybe he'll strike you dumb.

- Get up.
- Ah!

Let me go!

Ah!

What is your name, Gael?

Lachlan.

And you're a monk?

My people call me a druid,
but I am a Christian, yes.

I follow the rules
of Saint Columbanus.

Perhaps you've heard of it.

What is your purpose
in this forest?

What concern of yours is that?

- It's not your forest.
- Nor is it yours.

It is more mine than yours.

It's within the Kingdom
of Dal Riata,

and that belongs to the Gaels.

Not anymore.

He's harmless.

Cover his head and take
him to the village.

Wait.

You want to know my purpose.

Very well.

I'm seeking the kidnappers
of the children of my village.

Kidnappers from this forest.

And you suspect us?

- No.
- No?

I believe that,

I believe it is Olc-Mor.

You see? I told you.

Didn't I say so?

It's all lies. He's a Gael.

Bet he's been sent
to spy on us.

He's got magic powers.

He can see into my mind.

I believe you.

In that case...

can you let me go?

I said I believe you,

that doesn't mean I trust you.

Ugh, ah!

We're safe here for a moment.

Who are you?

Are you a fairy?

- What is your name?
- I'm Finn.

Finn Mac Eachdach.

It's an honor to meet you.
What's yours?

My name is Nathara.

That's a nice name.

Thank you.

It's good to meet you too,
Finn Mac Eachdach.

We cannot stay here Finn.

I can take you to my home,
where it is safe, but it is,

deep in the forest.

And there is much danger.

I will not force you, but

I would be glad of the company.

I'm not afraid.

UM!

Oh, praise the Lord.

I must say, he usually
doesn't answer prayers

quite so promptly.

Well then who am I to judge,

but oh a swift answer to prayer

every now and then does help.

- Especially a...
- Lachlan!

I can easily leave you here.

Now get back to the village,

and tell them to come
with as many men as possible.

- Why?
- What?

These are not the kidnappers.

They're warriors, not thieves.

Besides,
do you see any children?

Listen to me.

I know the Picts.
They are traitors

and murderers who
would not hesitate

to strangle a baby in arms,
so long as it were a Gael.

Now go,

before I tie you up again.

Where are you going?

To kill my betrothed.

Oh.

- You?
- You remember me then?

I remember everything.

Do you?

Do you remember,
the ground soaked with blood?

The screams of the innocent?

A dying king who sought
to make peace with his enemy?

Remember his sons,

one an infant,

forced to flee

to live in exile and hardship

in their own kingdom.
Do you remember that,

princess?

- I know what you feel.
- Spare me.

I do.

I want an end to this.

Like you.

Gaels! Gaels!

Damn Fergus.

Come on down.

Come on, Fergus.

Come on down.

Come on Fergus.

Finish him!

Stop!

Stop.

You kill that man,
and our last hope is lost.

You! how did you get free?

It's never wise to imprison
a disciple of Christ.

Read Actus Apostolorum,
sometime.

Shut it.

- You're next.
- Fergus.

Do as the monk says.
We need him alive.

- My lady?
- Sense at last.

I know there were something
different about you.

Tie them both up 'til morning.

Is that really necessary?

Look, the poor lad
is out of it and...

Shut this one up.

Oh now, let's just have a wee
word about this together. Be...

Understood.

Finn,

are you alright?

I am hungry.

Don't suppose
you have any foods?

How far now?

A day. Maybe more.

Aren't you cold?

Not really.

Can we make a fire?

I don't know how. I...

I never make fires.

I can teach you.

The bark in this tree
is great tinder.

Do you have a knife?

That is a beautiful broach.

My brother gave it to me.

Where did he get it?

Our father gave
it to him when he died.

And your brother,

he gave it to you after he died?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

May I see it?

Fergus.

Untie his hands.

On the night my father
took Dunadd from your father,

he found a sealed
chamber in the passages

beneath the fortress.

The door was marked
with the same sign

you have on your back.

Thinking it contained gold,
he broke it open.

But it wasn't gold.
On opening it,

he unleashed a terrifying evil.

A sorcerer with unearthly power.

No!

He brought vengeance
on himself.

But the guilt of that night

has haunted me for 10 years.

No more.

Pick it up.

Take the sword.

Stand.

I offer my life as payment
for my father's debt.

He's dead.

So take your revenge on me.

Why?

I know what it's like
to lose a father.

- The sorcerer?
- You don't believe me?

I just...

so be it.

If what you say is true,
then the debt is settled.

My feud is not with you.
There is no need for revenge.

- You don't mean that.
- No I don't.

But I say it, even so.

You should take the sword.

Please.

Now, I'll be wanting
my weapons back,

and my Druid.

We will teach
you how to fight the Deamhain.

The what?

The creatures
that haunt this forest.

Fergus.

Fergus will train
you both in our warfare.

Deamhain are deadly fighters,

so we must be more so.

Perfect.

Let go of me!

Ha!

Ha! Let go!

I don't think it worked.

You were not the true heir.

Your brother is alive.

Easy mistake.

If that is so...

then what further use are you?

Well,

My lady?

You only chop firewood
when you're frustrated.

So what is it?

There are murmurs,

distention amongst the men.

Why do this?

Why unite with Gaels?

Why welcome our enemy?

We have a common enemy now.

Did the last 10
years mean nothing?

They cannot be trusted.

That is a risk we
shall have to take.

How quickly you forget Unust.

No good will come
of this blue mark.

Edana.

Men need a leader
they can respect,

with strength,

not one that kneels
before the enemy.

Fergus, I'm your queen.

But I'm not my father.

No.

That you are not.

Stand aside Fergus.

She's allied with Gaels.

She's no longer our Queen.

Stand aside.

Deamhain fight with two blades.

Primary tactic.

Speed.

Know your enemy.

Your turn monk.

Again.

Your best chance at survival
is together,

in formation.

The Deamhain will try
to get you on your own.

If they succeed,

you're dead.

MUSIC PLAYING]

You're dead.

Enough!

Enough.

Better.

Vind.

Vind?

Vind!

Good.

Now we practice for real.

Are they ready?

- No.
- No?

- No.
- Will they ever be?

No.

You've done well
to bring them this far.

I have done
what you have ordered.

As always.

- My lady.
- Ciar, what news?

I found the Deamhain's
stronghold, lady.

- How far?
- One days march, northeast.

We leave at once.

You know where this will end?

Enough!

Sharpen your weapons
and make ready.

We leave at once
for the Deamhain lair.

- Where are we going?
- The lair.

The source.

Wherever these Deamhain
things are coming from.

Oh.

Do you know those Picts
blunted my spear for that fight.

Picts.

You fight well.

Thank you.

So, are you ready
to do it for real?

How hard can it be?

That will be a, "no", then.

I hate this forest.

Not long now.

Fergus has had words.

What's he waiting for?

A spine.

Your men seem restless.

They know what lurks
in the trees.

You must have
been here some time.

Half a year, maybe more.

Some of these men have
been with me since...

- Since Dunadd?
- Yes.

Tell me,

what's become of my home?

I don't know.

It's been five years
since I was there.

I hear rumors
that it's been lost, then won,

then lost.

We left to hunt the sorcerer.

But it seems we spread
ruin like the plague.

Form up.

You are not the plague.

We need to keep moving.

You still alive?

Oh, Yes.

And I hope I get to kill
a lot more of those

before the good Lord takes me.

- I know that boy.
- He must be from the village.

Stay down.

The woman?

The sorcerer.

Olc-Mor.

What was she doing?

Spawning.

It's the souls.

She needs souls.

The purer, the stronger.

- Where did she go?
- Follow me.

We have to go in.

Finn and the other
children must be in there.

Fergus, take command.

Wait for the horn.

No!

What?

We cannot go in there.

This sorcery
will be the death of us.

For the last 10 years,
this has been our purpose.

Or did you forget that?

You will not dissuade me now,
not when we're this close.

Ciar, lead the way.

The sorceress is mine.

- Where are you going?
- I'm coming too.

- No.
- If my daughter is in there,

you try and stop me.

Sinead? Sinead!

Oh Sinead. Mo nighneag!

- Mo nighneag.
- He's not here.

Right. Sinead.

This man is looking
for his brother.

Have you seen a boy

about your age
that looks like him?

No.

We cannot stay here.

Ciar, signal Fergus.

Ciar!

Lachlan!

It's nothing.

I'm fine.

Alpin!

This isn't over.

We must get out.

Fergus!

No.

Run!

Sinead, your father loves you,

always remember that.

Say hello to your mother for me.

Go on, go on.

Now lad, remember King Conall?

Now, my lady,
please take the young ones

back to my village,
it's my last wish.

- Lachlan no!
- No!

Do as he says.
Get them out of here.

Now!

In God's mighty name,

I command,

that ye be banned once more
in the earth.

For we have the King's power
in our midst.

The heir of King Conall himself.

Against which,

you can do nothing.

Except maybe that.

Never thought I'd die
with a druid.

Blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord.

What?

Apocalypse.
You should read it sometime.

You alright?

Lachlan, speak to me man.

Lachlan!

Dal Riata!

You remember
them, don't you?

What are you?

Alpin...

son of Eachdach,

King of Dal Riata.

Your father's reign
was tragically brief.

He could have achieved
so much more.

I fear his kingdom,
died with him.

Now while one son
of Eachdach still has breath.

Hm, Alpin...

your line is spent.

You are weak.

Dal Riata needs a true ruler.

Someone of power and strength.

Someone who can make
her great again.

And you Alpin,

can bestow that right to reign.

So, may I see that broach?

Hm, how about you kill me first?

You really think I'm
gonna give you my throne?

Yes.

Or the blood of every man,
woman and child

in Dal Riata will
be on your hands.

Just like your Druid friend.

Better to die now than under
the rule of a witch.

Spoken like a true king.

- Finn.
- Alpin.

Now.

The broach.

Better to die now
then under the rule of a witch.

Wait!

Alpin. Don't.

I bestow on you the right
to reign.

No!

Who are you,

to dare stand against me?

I am Alpin,
King of Dal Riata

and you have no power over me.

You know nothing
of my power.

I will tear
this kingdom apart.

- Finn!
- Dal Riata, will fall.

Alpin?

Whoa.

That was...

That was different.

The King's power?
It must have been.

Finn,

I'm so sorry.

You were right all along.

You're a bloody mess.

And it's good to see you too.

I'm so glad you're alive.

Let's get out of here.

Edana.

We're not enemies.

Fergus.

He's gone.

They're all gone.

Finn, get the others ready.
We need to keep moving.

Go away.

I can help you.

I don't need your help.

We must get them home.

Edana, I spoke
with the sorceress,

she intends to march
on the village.

- We must warn them.
- Where's my father?

- I don't know.
- Edana?

Of course.

Quickly.

Keep it.

Let's move.

I'm sorry about your father.

I'll see him again.

Oh really? How do you know?

He's friends with God.

Oh.

I don't suppose...

do you think we'll
see my father again?

Was he friends with God?

I don't know.

I think he was.

I hope so.

You're shoulder's not very soft.

That's better.

- What kind of power?
- I don't know.

I can't explain it any better
than that. I just...

felt this power
surging through me and,

somehow in that moment,
I knew she couldn't hurt me.

The King's power.

You know about that?

- I know the story.
- Do you believe it?

You don't?

I didn't.

Alpin,

if the King's power can help
us defeat the sorceress,

then you are our only hope.

How?

I can't control it.
It controlled me.

We could
do with a Druid right now.

Aye, we could.

My boy!

Oh.

Oh.

How?

Ha!

What's she doing here?

This woman has rescued
your children.

You owe her their lives.

- She's a Pict.
- And a Queen.

Everything's kings
and queens with you.

Listen.

I have seen the enemy.

They are neither Pict,

nor Gael,

nor even human.

A very powerful sorceress dwells
in the forest

with an army
of demonic creatures,

who are deadly fighters,

They will be marching
towards us at once,

and they will destroy each
and every person here

without mercy.

You must flee at once.

- Head for the mountains.
- Alpin.

Let me speak with you a moment.

And the Pict Queen.

And Torcall, you as well.

We must fight, not run.

If what you say is true,

then we won't be able
to escape anyway.

And even if we did,
what then?

We live in constant fear,
roving around unknown lands

'til we're caught and killed.

No.

This is where
we must make our stand.

And if we die,

so be it.

But we die defending our home.

You do not know what
you're up against.

And you do not know what
these people are capable of.

They can achieve mighty things
when their blood is up.

But they're herdsmen.

- Huntsmen. Not warriors.
- They are Gaels of Dal Riata.

And they will fight
for their King.

Which one?

We will fight,

under you,

our King.

I'm sorry?

You managed
to do what I couldn't.

You brought me back my boy.

We will fight.

What is your command?

So be it.

I need every abled
man armed and ready.

All weapons collected
and whetted.

We need swords,
spears, shields,

farm tools, everything
you've got.

I need all horses tacked.

The women and children
in Biddy's home

and a barricade
over the entrance.

Any questions?

No.

Go on then.

What was the first bit again?

- Perhaps I can help.
- Oh, very good.

I told you.

I'm not ready for this.

Some things
we're never ready for.

Biddy.

Alpin, I see that my husband
did not return with you.

How did it happen?

He gave his life
so the children could escape.

Charged the whole
army on his own.

It was a warrior's death.

The bravest I've seen.

Thank you.

Enough.

Good, you're learning fast.

Now switch.

For an escape?

Not exactly.

I trust you ride well.

Why?

We're gonna surprise them.

Go straight for the sorceress.

What about the training?
We cannot break the line.

This time it's different.
We need to get her.

- Cut off the head of the snake.
- It's madness.

Aye.

Exactly.

You shouldn't be out here.

These must have taken
'em some time, eh?

Finn, I want
you to have this again.

Why?

Because...

if I do not survive this battle,
then you will be king.

But I don't want to be.

Even so, you would be.

- But you're going to live.
- Finn, listen to me.

More important
than what becomes of me,

is what befalls our kingdom.

I want you to take
this with a promise.

If I die, you will run as fast

and as far as you can.

Find a good hiding place,
and there you will stay,

until you have gathered
an army strong enough

to take back Dal Riata.

Will you promise to do this?

Finn, please.

I'm not like you.

- I'm not a leader.
- You don't have to be.

This position is not earned,
it is given.

And we must choose how
we will use that gift.

I promise.

Thank you.

And remember,

- never give it to anyone.
- I won't.

Not this time.

This time?

- What?
- Alpin.

She's here.

Get to the Druid's home.
Protect the women and children,

and remember,
if the battle goes ill, you run.

Remember your promise.

He's too young.

Just make sure
he keeps his promise.

You're not going
to make a speech, then?

Carry on.

Alright then.

We're in here,

they're there.

The plan is...

we're gonna beat
them into a pulp

and chuck them in the middin.

Don't be afraid.
I will protect you.

Good speech.

No!

Back to the village.

They're here.

Fergus!

My lady.

Get him over here.

Sinead, fetch some binding.

Edana no.

Hold on.

You need to go. Now.

- But I,
- Finn, remember your promise.

Today

Dal Riata falls.

Finn, no! Ugh!

Your power,

is no more.

NO!

On the midden.

Sinead, would
you like to see my broach?

Alright.

Well, you can't,

because I'm not allowed
to give it to anyone.

Oh.

I leave tomorrow.

So soon?

These folk could
really use your help

rebuilding their lives.

I have rebuilding
of my own to do.

We all do I suppose.

Unless you...

You know.

Come with me.

- What?
- Come to Dunadd.

You really think
that would work?

Couldn't possibly be worse
than last time.

She'll make a fine wife.

- I'm sorry.
- Sinead.

What?

Your wee brother's
just asked for her hand.

Oh.

That's good.

Wait. Really?

Poor wee lad.

Having more success
than you are

by the looks of things.

Alright, then.

Now don't go eating
it all straight away.

Remember to ration yourself.
It's a long journey.

I want you to have
some left over

for when you get there.

Promise?

Thank you, for bringing
my daughter back to me.

I too am thankful.

I hope we can return some day.

You're not the only one
who hopes so.

Come here.

Get out of here.

At your service.

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