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Before the eyes
of the Gods,

I anoint you Dumnonia's ruler
and Britain's defender!

I will try to bring
peace to this isle,

but I will do it my way.

You told me once
you wanted to serve me.

- Yes.
- Then that settles it.

- You're to be my man.
- You won't regret it.

We can't submit to Dumnonia.

There will be no submission.

You have a daughter.

Let us be joined in marriage.

An alliance.
Blood of each other's blood.

An attack on any one of us
is an attack on us all.

Why is he doing this?

He believes
it's right for Britain.

Yeah, but is it
right for him?

My daughter is
everything to me now.

I won't let her down.

- Who are you?
- This is Lady Guinevere

of Henis Wyren.

Ah, what is this?

- Oats and water.
- Oats and water?

That's disgusting.

How long are we
staying here for?

King Gorfydd's druid

says the moon will be full
in three days.

Then we can take

the beautiful Princess Ceinwyn
back to Caer Cadarn

and give us some proper food.

Arthur, we need to hurry.

King Gorfydd's waiting for us.

Derfel.

Go to the gardens here.

If they have any
hawberries, pick some.

Is one of the horses lame?

Make it into an ointment.

How many languages
do you speak, Arthur?

British tongue.

A bit of Gallic. That's all.

I suppose Uther never
educated you.

Greek and Latin writers
are great thinkers.

My son Cuneglas
is abroad at the moment.

He sent this to me.

A guide on how a man should lead
his life.

And these...

are the letters of St. Patrick
I spoke of, Bishop.

Ah.

What?

I didn't expect this of you.

What, an interest
in foreign cultures,

or toleration
of Christianity?

Both.

I have many artefacts
from all over the world. Look.

Come.

This depicts animals that
hunt far from our shores. See?

And these I'm particularly
proud of, from Britain itself.

Gold, from Strathcloda.

Can you see the seams?

Mm.

Ah, this, from Corinium.

Our isle has many gifts
to offer us.

I'd like to know more
about Britain.

Merlin taught me a great deal,
of course, but--

There's always more to learn.

I shall enjoy teaching
you, Arthur.

Uther was a fool
not to see your potential.

But that's enough history
for one day.

Now, Bishop, stay,
read to your heart's content.

We have wedding matters
to discuss.

Derfel, right?

What do you want?

The exchange
of the lovers' rings

will take place
at the great hall.

My druid will then pronounce
you married under the full moon.

After, you and Ceinwyn
will be brought here.

My wife Nesta and I consummated
our marriage in this chamber.

We were blessed
with conceiving Cuneglas

on the first night
of our loving.

Hmm.

If you wish, you may place
your fertility offerings here.

Whatever works for you both.

Princess Ceinwyn,
how are you this morning?

Well, my Lord.

And you?

I'm very well.

How bright
you shone last night.

You certainly lived up to your name.

The Star of Powys.

Why do they call you
the Star of Powys?

Suits you very well,
of course.

My mother.

It was her name for me.

Sorry to hear of
her passing.

I miss her always.

She took her last breath
in my arms.

I lost my mother, too.

Whatever age it happens...

it's hard.

You found them.

They were growing
down by the stream.

I almost fell in.

My King. Lord.

Lady Guinevere,
always a story to tell, eh?

I could hardly get up
this morning,

but Guinevere was awake
at dawn.

I know, she's
a torrent of energy!

What will we do without her?

You're leaving?

She's coming with us.

To Caer Cadarn?

It's still to be discussed.

We shall leave you to
your tasks.

See you later tonight
for the feast.

I have some ointment
for your horse.

I'll bring it
to the stables.

So, Guinevere's done
it again.

No need to hide it.

When it comes to Guinevere,
a fair few of these men

have lost their heart to her.

And I don't know
what else besides.

Even I've been victim
to her charms.

'Course I knew she
didn't want me,

she wanted her lands back
and thought I could help her.

Why is she so close to
the princess

if you have
a low opinion of her?

Because she loves Ceinwyn
like a sister.

And she amuses me.

Wulfric!

Wulfric!

Wulfric!

There you are.

I am not sure how bad
Llamrei's leg really is.

Although...

now you've made the ointment,
I suppose...

it's worth going to
the stables and checking.

There you are, my Lord.

Is everything well?

Derfel?

It's Gundleus.

I know how difficult
it must be

being in his presence.

- What he did to Nimue--
- There's more.

It was him.

That night.

Gundleus took my mother.

He threw you
in that death pit?

I'll never forget his face.

He was the last person
that I saw.

Before you found me.

How long have you known?

Since the bastard
came to Caer Cadarn.

And you stayed away
from him all this time.

Derfel,
I'm very proud of you.

When you took Gundleus prisoner,

you stopped me from
killing him.

I saw that things
could be done...

in a different way.

Restraint.

What we all strive for.

Sometimes it's hard though.

Believe me, I know.

Take that to the stables for me.

There's a white horse there.

If his mistress is there...

Just take it, please.

You're Arthur's man.

An ointment for your horse,
from my lord.

Kind of him.

But tell your lord neither I
nor my horse need his charity.

Do you like him?

Who?

Arthur.

I barely know him.

Well, I like him.

He's better than Gundleus,

or all those other men that
Father was considering for me.

Let's not think of them.
Especially Gundleus.

I
feel a kindness in him.

This marriage
might just work.

Guinevere?

Yes?

Will it... hurt?

He'll be kind to you.

St. Patrick's letters
are extraordinary.

And the fact that
King Gorfydd has them...

You--you think God is
calling the King, Bedwin?

I've heard an abbot's
running a monastery

outside Ratae,
converting by the hundreds.

'The kingdom of God has
come near.

Repent and believe
the good news.' I told you.

Ratae is
on their eastern border.

They're staring
Saxon invasion in the face.

Could be that Gorfydd's
allowing Christianity

to keep up the courage of
the people.

- But still...
- But still.

God is calling Powys.
He's calling Powys.

- Tread lightly.
- Of course.

Of course.

Our kitchen has been
busy preparing

all the delicacies
of Powys.

You look very
beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

Which of your men is
without a wife, Arthur?

Most of them. Why?

Lady Guinevere needs a husband
if she's to travel south.

Father,
don't tease Guinevere.

I haven't said I'll go yet.

I'm not sure I can
wrench myself

away from you,
King Gorfydd.

She has no dowry.

But as you see, her wits
are on offer,

amongst other assets.

Any man would be proud

to make you his wife,
Lady Guinevere.

What's your name, Lord?

Hear that?
She called me a lord.

Lanval.

And I am no lord.
I am just a man.

Just a man is fine by me.

I hope the bastard chokes.

All this for him.

Why doesn't my uncle
see his ambition?

Calm yourself.

This is good for us.

Arthur is good for us.

He locked us up.

Then he let us go.

Now look at him.

Sitting next to Gorfydd as if
he's his firstborn son.

This way you no longer
have to marry Ceinwyn;

you can marry me.

We'll be
King and Queen of Siluria,

protected by Arthur's
new peace

and included
in his alliance.

There's a new order brewing...

and we must be a part of it.

It's wonderful to see
the hall full again.

So many strangers
becoming friends.

Mm.

What about us?

Are we leading by example?

Well, the deal's
done on us, my Lord.

How very business-minded
of you.

And talking
of business,

Guinevere does need a husband.

Is your man suitable?

Perhaps.

What is Lady Guinevere
looking for?

She doesn't think she
wants to be married.

She doesn't really
have to be.

But if she found
the right person--

independent-minded...

generous-spirited...

her equal.

Not so easy to find.

Let's go and talk to them.

I know what
I'm going to do.

I'm going to ask Arthur,
because he will know.

- It's true.
- No, I don't believe you.

My Lord, Lady Guinevere
tells me that

this is made of seaweed.

Laverbread.
Of course it is.

- Shall I eat it?
- Ask your lord.

I for one think
it's important not to

shy away from
new experiences.

It depends what
the repercussions are.

Indecision
is so unattractive.

Could be seen
as self-control.

Or cowardice.

Well, a coward I am not.

So, even though
it looks like

a horse made a
in my hand,

here goes, eh?

Oh.

All right. Not bad.

You see?
In my opinion,

you rarely regret the actions
you take.

Just the ones you don't.

What is
your quarrel with me?

No quarrel.

My lord is here in peace.
So am I.

Avalon's forgotten then?

No. Not forgotten,

just not for now.

I have to ask you something.

Where did you get
that knife from?

King Gundleus
gave it to me.

It was my mother's.

It can't be.

Gundleus pillaged
a Dumnonian settlement

eight summers ago.

He took a Saxon slave,
my mother,

and that is the knife
that she fed me with.

It is mine by right.

I don't believe you.

How would you have survived?

Gundleus threw me
into a death pit,

but I lived.

That's not possible.

Take it...

if it is yours.

I hope it works.
It does on my horse.

I thought I might as
well put it on, as you made it.

I didn't make it.

My man Derfel did.

Sorry I never came.

Why didn't you?

Normally I make a decision,
I follow it through.

But this...

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.

I hear you're coming
to Caer Cadarn

and I am exploding with joy...

Then I think of Ceinwyn.

Do you want
to come to Caer Cadarn?

I can't think
of anything worse.

Why?

Tell me.

I love Ceinwyn.

But she always, always
gets what I want.

No!

We're betraying Ceinwyn.

I don't care.

Gorfydd will.

That's not just a truth,
Arthur, it's a warning.

What do you mean?

We mustn't meet again.

It's tradition,
isn't it, in Powys...

to keep a lock
of your lover's hair?

You wanted
to see me, Father.

The moon will shine bright
and strong tomorrow night.

A good omen for
resources and status.

Now, what about your cycle?
When was your last bleed?

Twelve days ago.

You could leave Powys
with a child in your belly.

A girl would be nice.
Granddaughter for you.

Pray for a boy.

Why does it matter?

Any children Arthur and I have
won't be direct heirs.

Mordred's already king
of Dumnonia.

The High King is
unlikely to live long.

He's a cripple, weak.

It's just his foot.
Arthur says--

Oh, Arthur says?

It's like that, is it?
Can't stop saying his name?

You will make
Arthur a happy man too,

if you give him a son.

Now, go.

What about Arthur
making me happy?

Every wife deserves that.

Where is it
you get these ideas?

I watched
my mother and you.

My little kitten
bearing her claws.

I wish you much joy
in your marriage.

I wanna speak to you, Uncle. Lady.

Disappointed
she won't be yours?

She was promised to me,
by you.

Oh, hardly promised.

You were just one of many
possible husbands.

It's certainly out of the
question now, isn't it?

Haven't you heard your
whispered name?

"Queen Killer."

I raided Avalon,
for us, on your instructions.

There's a difference
between a raid and a massacre!

You said kill the baby!

I said take the baby!

And as for murdering Norwenna,

and raping the druidess...

I think we should
see less of each other.

Now, why don't you marry
that woman of yours

and return to Siluria?

Oh, I will. I will, Uncle.
I intend to.

But I want to marry Ladwys
under the same full moon

as my cousin Ceinwyn
and Arthur Ap Neb,

here, in Caer Dolforwyn.

Yes.

This is what I've
always liked about you,

is your sense of humor!

It's my right, and hers!

Ladwys was kept prisoner
by that bastard Arthur,

and she suffered.
She suffered.

That's what mistresses do,

they suffer for their
masters!

And I killed for you.
I butchered for you.

For what?!

Why don't you go now?

Go back to Siluria, go on.
Indulge yourself.

Go on. Rut, maim,
kill whoever you want!

But do it
within your own borders!

Don't feel the need
to bother me with it!

Nothing.

It was all for nothing.

Your uncle won't
see us married here?

He doesn't see me at all!

I've shed an ocean of
blood for him.

Him and his promises.

So, we go back to Siluria.
Get married there.

The omens
aren't good here anyway.

What do you mean?
What omens?

Arthur's man Derfel
survived a death pit.

Your death pit.

He told me.

He tried to show me
his scar.

The Saxon cur,
I should've killed him.

He holds your life
in his hands.

Not if I kill him first.

Gundleus!

You know what the Gods say.

If you approach him,
or even look at him,

he could kill you
in a glance.

I remember...

when your mother died,
I was there.

Your father cried as he took
that ring from her finger.

Even though
he abandoned her...

he did care for her.

Very much.

But he never married her.

It doesn't matter.

You're the man of the church

and you're saying
it doesn't matter?

Kings have mistresses.
It's the way of things.

I'm so tired of hearing
those words.

A man should be able to marry
the person that he wants,

whether he a king
or a beggar,

she a queen or a slave.

What's troubling you,
Arthur?

Will you talk to me?

I think we should halt
the wedding.

Ceinwyn is too young.

She is a sweet girl, but...

I don't love her.

Well...

this isn't about love.

This is about the alliance,
which was your idea.

I was arrogant and naive

to think I could bring
the countries together.

You were inspired!

Powys holds sway
over Siluria and Elmet,

you over Kernow and Gwent.

Ceinwyn wants a man
who gives himself to her.

Body and soul.

Has she said that to you?

I can see it in her eyes...

the way she looks at me.

You will treat her with
respect and kindness,

which is more than she could
ever have hoped for.

It is not enough.

For her,

or for me.

With Powys by your side,

you can harry the Saxons
from this land!

You can prove
your doubters wrong.

Stand proud
as Arthur Ap Neb...

and achieve more
than your father ever did.

I can defeat the Saxons
without this wedding.

Gorfydd wants peace, too.

He wants this alliance
because he loves Britain.

Perhaps.

But no man likes his daughter
to be humiliated.

Don't do this, Arthur.
I beg of you.

We offer this dance as
tribute to Belisima.

And may her rays
shine clear tomorrow,

and light up
Arthur and Ceinwyn

as they exchange
their lovers rings!

Choose your partner.

Lady Guinevere.

My king's displeased.

Why?

Because of Ceinwyn.

She's growing a backbone,

at the wrong moment,

talking back at me,

challenging me.

Is this your doing?

She's just happy.

None of this nonsense
about you staying.

You will go with her
to Caer Cadarn.

I don't want to leave you.

You'll be more use there.

We'll find a way for you
to get news to me discreetly.

And get close
to the Edling King.

I'm not good with babies.

Learn.

Princess Ceinwyn, Arthur.

Aren't you going to dance?

I'm really not
a very good dancer.

Doesn't matter.

I'll guide you.

Take wine with me, Bishop.

Lady Guinevere,
would you like to dance?

Oui?

Princes Ceinwyn.

Would you like to dance?

You're a beautiful
dancer, Princess Ceinwyn.

Come, dance with me.

You said you were
no dancer.

You seemed to be
enjoying yourself very much.

Where are you going?

I need some fresh air.

Has she upset you?

Arthur doesn't know
how to dance.

I asked Guinevere
to show him.

What did she say to you?

She knows.

I'll go after her.

Let me deal with this.

Once Arthur and I
are married...

and only once...

I will share him with you.

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and
Fridays, he shall lay with me.

- Ceinwyn, I--
- Please.

Please, will
you just listen to me?

On
Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays,

you can have him.

You see?

I've worked it all out.

And you agree, don't you?

It will
never happen again.

Don't lie.

Whatever you do,
don't lie to me!

Be Arthur's mistress.

Please.

Please.

Be true to me.

I can't be his mistress.

I don't understand.

I will never be
anyone's mistress.

And nor should you ever
accept this compromise,

this half existence.

Second place, Ceinwyn...

is a living death.

The full moon
will shine soon enough.

For Arthur and I?

For you.

Ceinwyn didn't
come back to the dance?

I don't believe so.

Mm.

Preparing herself.
Tomorrow is a big day.

Mm.

Arthur.

May I speak with you?

Derfel, you'll
guard me tonight.

Where are we going?

Merlin's always told me
the Gods have a plan for us.

I've never believed him.
Have you?

Don't know.

This Guinevere...

It's as if...

we fit.

Don't let anybody past you.

You're right.

She knows.

Then we can't go
through with this wedding.

I told her she must.

I love you.

You love me, don't you?

- Even if I did, I--
- Do you?

It doesn't matter.

It matters to me.

So, what? I go to Caer Cadarn,
become your mistress?

I never asked you
to be that.

That's the inevitable result.

Do your duty
and marry Ceinwyn.

Good.

Now you're mine, boy.

No, you are mine!

Enough!

You tried to kill Derfel once,
when he was just a child.

You've tried again,
and you've failed.

You choose a Saxon over me?

You'll regret this.

The both of you will
regret this.

May I come in?

When I proposed this marriage,

I didn't think of the person
at the center of it,

of you.

I thought only of the peace.

You deserve the full heart
of a man.

You are beautiful,
you are sweet.

You seem to think of me
as a pretty little princess...

- a plaything.
- No.

You may have been
a better looking prospect

than I'd envisioned,

but you haven't
broken my heart, Arthur.

I'll tell your father

that I cannot go through
with this marriage.

Don't.

You'll not leave Powys
alive if you do.

Surely...

he wouldn't
want you to be unhappy.

My mother tried to
leave him.

Once.

She died soon after.

An illness
took her suddenly.

But I've always believed...

he killed her.

Leave.

- As quickly as you can.
- I won't run away.

It is my duty to explain.

He may not kill you,

but he will kill Guinevere.

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

My father's
clever and cunning.

I'm not doing this
for you.

I'm doing it for Guinevere.

What will you say to him?

Doesn't matter.

Go.

And take her with you.

He can't have murdered
his wife.

He's talked about her
so lovingly,

and he's been civil
and welcoming to us.

I believe the princess.

We do not have time to argue.

What is this woman
Guinevere to you?

What's happening?
Rushed from my chamber

in the middle of the night.

You'd better have
a good reason.

Your life is in danger.

I will explain, but not now.
We have to go.

We'll let the horses
rest here!

Arthur.

I'm not coming with you
any further.

What do you mean?

I've been thinking it through.

I'm going to Ratae.

Abbot Ninian will welcome me at
the monastery.

From there, I can...

try and salvage some kind
of peace deal with Gorfydd.

You could do that
from Caer Cadarn.

I need some time
away from Dumnonia.

Pelleas.
You'll travel with the bishop.

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

Come on.

I should go too.

You insist
that I come with you

and now everyone
assumes the worst.

What have we actually
done except kiss in a stable?

I could've managed Gorfydd.

Not according to Ceinwyn.

She's making a
mountain out of nothing.

Queen Eachern was a friend
of my mother's.

She'll take me in.

Marry me.

What?

Marry me.

You're right.

Gorfydd won't forgive you,
and as my wife,

you will have my protection.

I don't need
your protection, Arthur.

You will not be
my mistress.

Although, to give me
some credit,

I never asked you to be.

We have no alternative
except to part,

and I won't lose you.

I've only just found you.
Marry me.

I have no dowry, no lands.

I have nothing to give.

You have yourself.

I won't be the reason why
the peace of Britain falters.

I will mend the peace.

I've fended
for myself for years.

I'm not sure
I'll be a good wife.

I don't want a good wife.

I want you.

Say yes.

By the stars, Guinevere--

Yes.

Then yes.

Marry us! Here, now.

Arthur, if Gorfydd has
chosen to follow us,

he won't be more
than an hour behind.

So, we must hurry then.

But a Christian service.

You must enter Dumnonia
as my wife.

Everyone will have
to accept you then.

And the Christians believe
in the power

and the sanctity of marriage,
don't they, Sansum?

"I have found the one
whom my soul loves," my Lord.

But I cannot marry you.

I'm not a Bishop.

I don't have a church,
my Lord.

Well, we can fix that.

When we get to Dumnonia,
I will give you one.

My Lord, my Lady,
let God be praised.

Where are you going?

Siluria.

Ladwys is to be my wife.
Remember?

Oh, so we will have
a marriage after all.

You didn't permit us to
exchange our lovers' rings

at Caer Dolforwyn.

Were you with Gundleus
when he took Avalon?

I was.

So, you enjoy killing?

Oh, I do.

Will you be as obedient
a war dog as him?

I am no one's dog.

Arthur has run away
with Guinevere.

You will remain here.

There's work to be done.

My Lord.

Now from your sins
you are free,

and in good conscience,
my Lady,

received together into
the family of the Holy Church.

Amen.

I bear witness
to this union.

And I bear witness.

I bear witness
to this union.