We're going to slaughter your people.
l think you should watch.
Your tree might be a good place.
Up on the hill!
A single knight.
Didn't you just say they were gone? What is this, a ghost?
One man. A tiny fly on the back of your... great army.
Who is he?
Arthur.
Wherever l go on this wretched island l hear your name.
Always half-whispered, as if you were a...
god.
All l see is flesh, blood.
No more god than the creature you're sitting on.
Speak your terms, Saxon.
The Romans have left you.
Who are you fighting for?
l fight for a cause beyond Rome's or your understanding.
You come to beg a truce. You should be on your knees.
l came to see your face, so that l alone may find you on the battlefield.
And it would be good for you to mark my face, Saxon,
for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth.
Ah, finally.
A man worth killing.
Prepare the men for battle.
Whoa. Easy.
- Whoa. - Whoa.
Hey.
You're free.
He's got a plan, this Roman.
Send what's left of your infantry.
- Do you want to kill my men? - They're my men!
Battle formation!
No. You stay here with me.
Knights, the gift of freedom is yours by right.
But the home we seek resides not in some distant land.
lt's in us and in our actions on this day.
lf this be our destiny, then so be it.
But let history remember that as free men we chose to make it so.
Rus!
There! On the hill!
Rus!
The knights are demons.
That is the gate to hell.
Raewald.
The left flank.
- You go with him. - Move out!
Shields up!
Pull!
Arthur...
lt was my life to be taken!
Not this!
Never this!
My brave knights, l have failed you.
l neither took you off this island,
nor shared your fate.
For 200 years, knights had fought and died for a land not our own.
But on that day at Badon Hill,
all who fought put our lives in service of a greater cause.
Freedom.
Arthur. Guinevere.
Our people are one.
As you are.
Now l'm really gonna have to marry your mother.
Who said l'd have you?
King Arthur!
Hail, Arthur!
Let every man, woman, child bear witness
that from this day all Britons will be united in one common cause.
Arthur! Arthur!
Artorius!
And as for the knights who gave their lives,
their deaths were cause for neither mourning nor sadness.
For they will live forever,
their names and deeds handed down from father to son, mother to daughter,
in the legends of King Arthur and his knights.