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- What did he say?
- "Aelle, Aelle.

He will kill you all."

His men raid our borderlands,

steal our sheep,
and burn our villages.

I believe we discussed
the building of a church.

- In Avalon?
- We simply wish

to worship in peace.

This isn't your land.
You shouldn't be here.

We have
a heathen witch, brothers.

Your charms, Nimue,

they hold no power over us.

Nimue did this.

Did you poison those men?

It was the will

of the Gods.

Bishop Bedwin's negotiations

with Gorfydd's abbot at Ratae
have concluded.

Not many would be
brave enough to stay behind

to fix your brother's messes.

Arthur very much regrets

any hurt
that may have been caused.

Time for the entertainment,
don't you think?

Your bishop, Lady Morgan.

Don't touch her!

Whoa, whoa-whoa.

Come on.

Princess Ceinwyn.

I'm so sorry.

I must be quick,
or Father will know I'm gone.

- What is it?
- I heard him tell Gundleus

I am to be betrothed.

To a Saxon.

He's in an alliance with them.

When? When did he forge
this alliance?

I don't know.

Thank you.

I will not be
a throw-piece

in a pact
that destroys Britain.

Take this news to Arthur.

My lady.

Gorfydd will pay for this.

He will pay.

It won't bring him back.

Why did he return
to Caer Dolforwyn?

He pacified Gorfydd
in the past, perhaps--

Why do you think
he went back?

To clean up your mess.

Thank you
for bringing him back home.

For your courage
and for your forbearance.

I humiliated Gorfydd publicly.

It was naive to think
a bit of gold

could buy his forgiveness.

I'm sorry that
the true price was so high.

My Lord,
we've heard that King Gorfydd

has entered into a pact...

with the Saxons.

Heard from whom?

Princess Ceinwyn.

King Gorfydd has
sealed the bond...

by betrothing her
to a Saxon.

- Who? Which one?
- I don't know.

I don't know, My Lady.

You are sure this is real?

It's real, Arthur.

Derfel.

I think that
Ceinwyn was sincere,

and I think that
this threat is genuine.

Then we must prepare for war.

Gorfydd played a part,

and he played it well.

The wounded patriot

who puts the isle first...

and wants nothing but peace

and union.

If only we'd show him
some respect.

You're saying
that man never existed?

Not for a long time.

He hardened his heart years ago.
He just hid it well.

Patriot for Powys,
and Powys alone.

And it is that Gorfydd

that we need
to understand.

The strategist,

the cold heart.

What he will demand
from the Saxons,

and what he will
offer them in return.

In his arrogance,
he misjudges the Saxons.

Thinks he can use them.

All he will do is
let them in,

and the isle will be lost.

And Powys with it.

Send word to King Tewdric.

He has the best-placed spies
in Powys.

How real is this alliance?
When was it hatched?

Who wooed who
and with what bait?

If Tewdric has
an inkling of this,

I will be very curious to know
why he hasn't shared.

- I'll leave now.
- No, I need you here, Sag.

Lanval, you go, please.

How many bands
do we have like this?

Men who are ready
to fight, Sag.

Perhaps a hundred.

- No more?
- Maybe less.

A hundred bands
from Dumnonia alone?

A hundred bands
from Dumnonia

and the loyal tribe kings.

- What about Abona?
- Or Corinium?

- Aquae Sulis?
- All counted in the hundred.

Isca, Lindinnis, Glevum?

The same, and a hundred is
being optimistic, Arthur.

I thought you said
that our ranks were swelling,

- surpassing expectations.
- They are, but pitted against

the Saxons and Powys,

they would perish in a day,
and Dumnonia with them.

- A day.
- Training, numbers, weaponry.

We're wanting in all.

We can't win a fair fight.

Or any other kind,

as we've lost our druidess,

and the Gods alone know
where Merlin is.

- Thank you, Sag.
- Okay.

You think
I made a mistake with Nimue?

I hear her powers are
formidable.

A true protégé of Merlin.

It's too late.

Send for Nimue.
We need her.

You know
that I can't do that.

Even if I wanted to.

I need to speak with him, alone.

Avalon?

If Nimue hears I'm back
and haven't gone to see her--

She's not there.

While you were gone,
something happened.

What?

Nimue thought wrongly...

that I favored Sansum.

Then when her curses failed,

she resorted to violence.

She poisoned
Sansum's followers,

and three of them died.

No.

None of us saw
how angry she was,

how... vengeful.

Where is she?

I had to banish her, Derfel.

Banished her?

Nimue must walk
her own path,

as I did mine.

Could you not
have seen this coming?

Could you not
have stopped this?

Our focus must be
on the kingdom.

Gorfydd and the Saxons.
Is that understood?

Yes, it's understood.

I can count
the people I trust

on the fingers
of a mitten, Derfel.

I'm afraid
you're one of them.

Ralla.

Derfel.

- You're okay.
- Look at you.

You're getting bigger.

Back for good, then?

Caer Cadarn never
suited us.

Plus, Mordred has
a new nurse.

You don't look
too sad about that.

I was proud
to serve our prince.

I've just heard about Nimue
and the Christians.

Do you think it's true?

I don't know.

With you and Merlin gone,

I think she felt alone,
cornered.

- I don't believe this.
- Derfel,

I tried to talk to her
whenever I saw her.

I'm sorry, Derfel.
I should've tried harder.

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm sure you did your best.

Where would she go, Ralla?
Where can I find her?

- We can't, not here, later.
- A name, a place, something

- that she might've mentioned.
- Sorry to be

the bearer of bad news,

but supper won't cook itself.

Glad you're back safe, Derfel.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Culwyn.

What happened to your eye?

Just a...

workhorse didn't wanna work.

Wait, wait.

Please. Help me.

Do you have any idea
where Nimue would go, Culwyn?

I'm sorry.

Derfel.

We're tired.
In our bones.

We-We buried our dead,

we rebuilt Avalon,
but we can't rest.

We can't sleep,
we can't-- we can't breathe.

The Saxons are coming.

Gorfydd's coming.

The tribes are massing
in the east,

warring in the west.

All we want to do is
to live in peace.

Don't judge us for that.

Sister, I hope one day
you can forgive me.

When could I ever deny
you anything?

But I can't speak
for Bedwin.

No.

Be thankful
his god pays no attention

to the body after death,
only his spirit.

His god is
also more forgiving.

Perhaps that will stand
in my favor.

I believe forgiveness is
only granted

to the truly penitent
and sincere of heart.

Did you really think
you could betray

and belittle
a man like Gorfydd...

break his daughter's heart,

and just--
just walk away?

Gorfydd is responsible
for the evil visited on Bedwin.

And I will make sure
that he pays.

That he pays.

That he suffers.

Is that all you can offer?

Revenge?

When did that solve
anything, Arthur?

Desire has blinded you.

It has blinded your conscience

and any shred
of culpability with it.

You... have crushed...

all hope
of uniting the tribes,

and the Gods know
we can't fend off

Gorfydd and the Saxons alone.

Make this right.

Make this right.

Or Dumnonia's ruin
will be your legacy.

Nimue!

- Derfel.
- Ralla.

Nimue.

Hello, Derfel.

Ah, my Lady.

May I ask
what you're doing here?

Paying my first visit
to Avalon.

It's always been my dream
to set foot in here.

Your absence is noted
at Caer Cadarn.

Not sulking, are you?

Don't blame you
if you were.

What you endured in Powys...

It was my decision
to go, my Lady.

On top of Arthur's
treatment of Nimue.

But she left him
no choice.

Can't have people going around
poisoning each other.

That's Arthur's view, anyway.

Not yours?

I don't know Nimue.
Never even met her.

But they say she's powerful.

Close to the Gods.

A druidess without equal.

That she is.

To squander her for
some miserable Christian

seems foolish at best
and an insult to all...

strange that
she'd leave that behind.

Huh.

Perhaps...

Arthur didn't
give her a chance...

to gather her things.

Perhaps.

Where is Nimue?

I don't believe
that Arthur has no inkling.

If he does,
he hasn't told me.

What are you doing here?

- What is this?
- Let me ask you a question.

Do you think
she killed those men?

Believe she cursed them, yes.

And if those curses failed,

might the great druidess

resort to common murder?

What about Queen Echen in Elmet?

Arthur, I've already
told you, we only have 20.

Well, that's not enough.

We need twice,

three times that many men.

Lanval.

Tewdric's spies confirm it.

Gorfydd plans to come south
to cement his bond

with the new
Saxon leader, Aelle.

- When?
- We don't know.

How did this bond come about?

Who made the first move?

Aelle.

He heard about you breaking off
your wedding to Ceinwyn,

and he sent a message
of condolence to Gorfydd.

A message and an invitation.

Aelle has an eye
for an opportunity.

We must remember that.

Why did Tewdric sit on this?

He swears he didn't.

He says this all happened
very recently.

Suggested that mining him
for information

while doubting his loyalty
was strategically...

short-sighted.

Tewdric's man sits
at the heart of Gorfydd's court.

When he knows...
we'll know.

Do we trust him? Tewdric?

I don't think
we have much of a choice.

Come.

When Arthur left,
he placed Nimue

under guard in the tower.

Two days later,
men came in the night

and took her from her chamber.

- Who? Sansum's people?
- I don't know.

Strangers. Bad folk.

- Was Arthur there?
- No,

but Culwyn tried
to stop them.

You asked me if I thought
Nimue poisoned them.

They say Arthur asked her
over and over,

and she refused to deny it.

You know Nimue.
Stubborn as a mule.

Well, that's one explanation.

The men who came for Nimue,
what does Culwyn say about them?

- He won't talk to you, but...
- Why won't he talk to me?

Because they scared him witless.

What, with a few punches?

He said they were other.

More and less than men.

I have to go.
I'm sorry.

Bye, Derfel.

Sorry about your friends.

I must say, strange
that you should fall ill,

but... none
of these men did.

You share food, you share water.

Do you believe
in the one true God?

No.

- Then leave us in peace.
- Bishop Bedwin,

rest his soul, used to speak

of the common ground,
and I believe in that.

And what is
the common ground between us?

I want to understand
how you fell ill.

The witch.

She poisoned us.

Are you tree fellers?

- Are you woodsmen?
- Yes.

What about those three?

Thank you.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths
of the righteousness

for his name's sake.

Beneath the tenderness
of thy heart,

we take refuge.

O Mother of God...

disdain not our supplications,

but deliver us from perils.

O pure blessed one.

This is why they took
so long to recover.

This is why the woodsmen

and the woodsmen alone
fell ill and died.

Only they drank from the well.

Nimue is innocent.

Why would you take
Sansum's word over hers?

- Careful, Derfel.
- Why couldn't you trust her?

It wasn't about trust.

I made a judgement based
on what I knew at the time.

- What judgement?
- I had no choice

but to do what I did.

I sent her
to the Isle of the Dead.

Uh...

It was that
or a sentence of death.

You were sparing her?

Three men were dead.

- Fathers all.
- Saving her, almost.

People were frightened.
I had to act

- for the greater good.
- No. No.

Not before
you found out the truth.

But your debt to Sansum

was too great
to waste time doing that.

You've had your say, Derfel.

You get her back, Arthur.

You un-banish her,
and you bring her home.

I can't.

She's already reached the isle.

They say that
no one ever comes back.

There's a first time
for everything.

Derfel, we will
bring her back together,

but first I need you here.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe you...

because you say one thing,

and then you do another.

Where was the greater good,
when you dropped Ceinwyn...

Enough!

The Arthur who saved me
from the death pit,

whose return
I longed for...

hm...

I prayed for,

would look upon you
as a stranger.

You will be by my side
when we face the Saxons,

if not for loyalty
and respect,

then because I saved you
from the death pit,

and you will honor that.

You are my man
and you will play your part,

help with Saxon translations
and customs, so on.

And when we have dealt
with Aelle,

then we will bring Nimue
back to Avalon.

Do you understand?

Derfel?

I will see you
tomorrow, my Lord.

Something tells me
I have you to thank

for Derfel's rotten lamb.

You absent yourself
for the guts of the day,

and Derfel turns up demanding
to know what happened to Nimue.

You underestimated him.

No. You told him
to keep digging.

Didn't you?

He loves her, Arthur.

Every time he utters her name,
it's plain.

So, you did seek him out?

- He deserves the truth.
- Perhaps.

But from my lips,
not yours.

And don't pretend
you'd care for Nimue

if she was
just a peasant girl.

But she's not just
some peasant girl!

She's a uniquely
powerful asset

we can scarcely
afford to lose.

Sending her to the Isle was
hasty and ill-judged.

The only question is,
can it be rectified?

Hasty and ill-judged?

You condemned her for a crime
she didn't commit.

What would you call it?

And even if she did kill them,
so what?

She was defending Avalon.

No reason to let
Sansum force your hand.

He didn't.

We should never have put
ourselves in that man's debt.

Uther grew wary...
in his old age.

Wary and suspicious,

not least of me.

- You're not your father.
- Give it time...

my love.

You sound like
you relish the prospect.

Everyone's so supportive.

So courteous,
so keen to offer counsel.

What they really mean is...

they could do it better.

But when push comes
to shove...

none of these wise heads...

will show you
a shred... of loyalty.

Is that something Uther said?

It's something
I'm discovering.

I can't talk to you.

Did you or did you not
seek out Derfel in Avalon?

Yes.

All Derfel did was
show you the truth.

You should be
thanking him, and me.

There you are.

That wise counsel.

But I suppose
I only have myself to blame.

Why is that?

Gorfydd warned me about you.

Hey.

Hey, Culwyn.

Culwyn, wait.

Wait, wait.

The men who came for Nimue,

you said they were other.

- Ralla!
- You were right.

They came from
the Isle of the Dead.

- You're mistaken.
- Arthur sent her there,

in accordance
with Sansum's wishes.

You fought emissaries
of the dead, Culwyn.

That makes you brave.

I apologize.

I've been thoughtless.
Stupid.

Guinevere, stop.

I can't imagine the wounds

he inflicted on you
that night,

physical and mental.

How long they must've
taken to heal.

And then you had
to survive banishment...

remake and rebuild
yourself...

become a man
who trusted no one.

Relied on no one.

Who saw need as weakness,

kindness as dependence,

love as poison.

A man who was truly alone.

But you're not alone,

and once you accept that,

I mean truly accept it,
embrace it...

everything will work.

Gorfydd is leaving tomorrow,
day after at the latest.

To meet with Aelle
and the Saxons?

On the sacred ground
at Nodens' Vale.

The Saxons' closest
stronghold to our border.

And he's sailing down the coast,

rather than risking
crossing Dumnonia.

- Wise man.
- Maybe not.

King Tewdric...

if we pivot east...

to Venta,
then we head south,

cleaving to the river
all the way...

We can steal
a march on Gorfydd

- and reach the Saxons first.
- And offer them

what, exactly?
Lanval?

Aelle is the key,
not Gorfydd.

Aelle's plans and ambitions.

Truer than you know.

Aelle was supposed
to fight under Cerdic,

supreme Saxon leader
on the isle.

But Aelle had other ideas?

A fracture's opened up

between the two Saxons,

one you could exploit, Arthur,

by allying with Cerdic.

Cerdic is the old guard.

He's still powerful.

I will make
my approach to Aelle,

and he will listen.

Thank you, Tewdric.

Arthur.
You can thank me...

by granting me
an audience.

Your man Lanval as good
as accused me of betraying you.

of knowing about Gorfydd
and the Saxons

and keeping you
in the dark.

Blame me, not him.

I do.

What have I done
for you to mistrust me?

Insult me?

Even after
you provoked Gorfydd,

without a thought
for the consequences,

the certainty we'd be
caught in the middle.

Suspicion runs deep in me...

but I wish that it didn't.

If Gorfydd's pact
with the Saxons

was forged months ago,
you're off the hook.

- Absolved.
- Of what?

Ruining our best chance in years

for a lasting peace,

a united isle.

Your marriage to Ceinwyn's
neither here nor there

if Gorfydd was
stringing you along,

waiting for his moment,
waiting for Aelle.

I hadn't thought
of it like that.

Liar.

What do you want
from me, Tewdric?

Your trust.

Fellowship.

Respect.

You have my trust.

And you have my apology.

I met your father
not long before he died.

He said a curious thing,
he said...

"I always thought
it was unfair to judge a man

"by his worst decision,

"by a moment of stupidity
or cowardice.

"But now I know different.

"Now, I know it is

"our worst decisions
that define us.

They're the ones
we have to live with."

Not sure,
but I had the sense

he was speaking of you.

And the harsh treatment
he showed you.

Sag...

send word to King Mark,

tell him to send Tristan
and plenty of tin.

- Tin?
- As much as he can carry.

- He'll understand.
- As long as someone does.

Lanval, ready the horses

plus three days' sustenance.

And find Derfel.
We need someone

who speaks
the bloody language.

- Welcome, Tristan.
- Thank you.

When I was small,

eight or nine,
my father taught me

how to build a post fence.

He learned me to thatch
and board a roof, too.

He'd say, "That's real wisdom.
No man's above it."

Uther was a wall
and borders man to his boots.

The higher the wall,
the better.

To him,
security meant hostility,

peace was a lie,

and the only good Saxon
was a dead one.

- Not a bad philosophy.
- No.

And it's served Dumnonia well.

You want to try
something different.

I do.

Aelle is a man open
to new ways of doing things.

He's also a man
in need of tin.

- Isn't that right, Tristan?
- We know the Saxon land

boasts few tin mines.

It's not their land.

It's our land.

That's how we know.

Across the isle,
their weaponry is blunted

and broken...

and they need tin
to repair it.

They're running low?

They're running out.

But if they want ours,

then they must come
to the table.

So, we give them our tin,

they patch up their weapons,

- and slay us with them?
- Good plan.

Why don't we just
give them our weapons?

Ah, even better plan.

We're not giving them our tin.
We're trading it.

For what? Gold? Land?

Time.

You have something
to say to me?

I do.

I'll be careful.
Promise.

That wasn't it.

I mean, I do hope
you come back in one piece.

That's a relief.

Go on, then.
I'm curious.

You talk a lot
about your father.

Your differences,
similarities.

If you ask me,
his legacy is poison.

For you personally,
I mean.

But the one part
that might help you,

you've ignored.

Which is?

His grasp
of the Saxon heart,

and their obsession
with land.

You think
tin is insufficient?

If it is,

you'll be in the middle
of a Saxon encampment

when you find out.

It would be prudent to have
something up your sleeve.

- Where did you get this?
- I drew it.

Ratae?

Gift Ratae to Aelle,

and you kill
this alliance at birth.

Without his fortified
stronghold,

Gorfydd's finished.

You're right.

My father did
understand the Saxon.

But you have misunderstood him.

"Give them coin,
give them gold,

"horses, livestock,
your fairest daughters.

"But no land, ever.

Not a stony pasture
or a blade of grass."

Arthur.

Derfel was seen
on the southern road last night.

He's gone for Nimue.