[Great Dragon]
In a land of myth...
and a time of magic,
the destiny
of a great kingdom...
rests on the shoulders
of a young man.
His name...Merlin.
[Morgause]
What you are about to do...
will bring our enemies
to their knees.
You didn't see
their faces?
They had no faces.
- [Shrieking]
- [Arthur]
What are they?
The Dorocha.
They are the voices
of the dead, my child.
[Gaius] For the tear
to be created, it would have
required a blood sacrifice.
To seal it will require another.
If laying down my life will
spare the people of Camelot,
then that is what I must do.
[Shrieking]
Merlin! No!
[Gasps]
We have to get him
back to Gaius.
- And abandon the quest?
- He saved my life.
I won't let him die.
Sire, if we don't get
to the Isle of the Blessed,
hundreds more will perish.
Let me take him.
Carrying
a wounded man, alone...
it will take you two, three days
to reach Camelot.
Not if I go through
the Valley of the Fallen Kings.
You cannot give up
on the quest.
[Leon]
Sire, he's right.
This is my fault,
and I'm sorry.
Take me with you.
Please.
You'd die, Merlin.
You don't understand.
Please, Arthur.
Do you ever do
as you're told?
- I have to go with you.
- Merlin.
[Lancelot]
We need to leave.
Go!
[Merlin Gasping]
[Creature Squawks]
[Loud Buzzing]
Can you hear that?
Bees?
Food.
You trying
to get us killed?
We're riding
to our death anyway.
It's good to give
the horses a rest.
You're quiet.
That's what happens
after three days
listening to Gwaine.
You did the right thing,
you know.
Merlin couldn't have
continued with us.
I should've saved him.
[Groaning, Shouting]
[Buzzing Continues]
If anyone can get Merlin
back to Camelot,
Lancelot can.
[Woman's Voice]
Lancelot. Lancelot.
Lancelot.
We bear you no harm.
We wish only to help.
What are you?
We are Vilia.
Spirits of the brooks
and streams.
The tear in the veil
has upset the balance
of the world.
Good spirits
as well as bad
roam freely.
But this perilous state
cannot continue for long.
Prince Arthur is riding
to the Isle of the Blessed.
He intends to heal the veil.
He will need help
from both of you.
My friend is sick.
I need to get him to Camelot.
Merlin is stronger than
you give him credit for.
The young warlock
has great power...
and a future
that has been written
since the dawn of time.
Do not worry.
Even now my sisters
begin to heal him.
You are tired.
You must rest.
I need to find shelter.
[Vilia]
You are safe here.
The Dorocha...
We will stay with you
and protect you
through the night.
[Arthur]
By dawn, we'll be on
the other side of the mountains.
[Gwaine]
You can't be serious.
These tunnels
are crawling
with wilddeoren.
[Arthur]
These tunnels will take
days off our journey.
[Gwaine]
If we make it out alive.
We'll cover ourselves
in gaja berries.
[Scoffs] Sounds great.
It's your choice, Gwaine.
Wilddeoren or Dorocha.
[Elyan] I know which
I'd rather go for.
[Leon] Me too.
[Dorocha Shriek, Faint]
[Loud Shrieking]
Never knew you cared.
- [Shrieking]
- Quick!
[Shrieking]
[Percival]
Remind me again why we're
wearing this disgusting paste.
Wilddeoren
are completely blind.
They rely totally
on their sense of smell.
Gaja berries
will mask our scent.
What are the chances
of us getting through here
without seeing a wilddeoren?
None.
[Creature Snorting]
Shh.
[Snorting]
[Footsteps Scraping]
[Snorts, Sniffing]
[Footsteps Scraping]
[Sniffing]
Keep still.
Don't even breathe.
[Shrieking]
[Snorting,
Shrieking Fades]
[Wilddeoren Urinating]
[Sniffing]
[Snorting, Sniffing]
[Growling, Sniffing]
[Screeching]
[Body Thuds]
[Loud Groaning]
You fool.
- It's dead.
- That one is, yes.
They hunt in packs.
[Wilddeoren Shrieking]
- [Shrieking Continues]
- Run!
[Snarling]
[Crowd Shouting]
[Footsteps Running]
[Gaius]
We need more stretchers.
And sheets...
as many sheets
as we can find.
- Gaius.
- [Crowd Clamoring]
-The guards were under orders
to shut the city gates at dusk.
-Whose orders?
Lord Agravaine's.
Gaius. Have you come to join us?
Why have you closed
the city gates?
We have limited resources,
Gaius.
As much as I would like to,
we simply cannot feed and water
the entire kingdom.
Surely the people have
a right to be protected.
I would be putting
Camelot in danger...
starvation, disease.
You of all people
must understand, Gaius.
The gates will remain shut
until we are free of the evil
that plagues us.
- Now, gentlemen, where were we?
- My lords.
May I be granted permission
to address the court?
Guinevere.
Prince Arthur
taught me long ago...
that every citizen
of Camelot is important.
He would never stand by
and let them suffer.
He would help them if he could,
and we must do the same.
I feel the pain
as much as you.
But we don't
have a choice.
If we keep letting people in,
our food will run out
within days.
You are wrong.
Perhaps you would
enlighten me.
Those outside the gates
are landowners, farmers.
For days, the refugees have
been bartering their wares
with the townsfolk...
in return for the safety
of their hearths.
They bring with them
far more than they take.
But how long
before these wares run out?
Three days ago,
Prince Arthur embarked
on a quest to rid us
of these creatures.
At worst, we have another three
before he reaches his goal.
Or do you think
he will fail?
Of course not.
Sire, she is right.
Very well.
Reopen the gates.
[Chuckles]
Merlin?
Merlin!
Shh!
[Water Splashes]
Breakfast?
Merlin, what...
Why, you...
What?
You're meant to be...
dying.
Sorry.
Here.
What's that for?
You look like
you're going
to fall over.
- Yeah, not as quick as Arthur.
- Oh, yeah?
Come on.
We need to catch up
with the others.
No, you're going
back to Camelot.
You might be.
Merlin.
Say hello
to Gaius for me.
Merlin!
Arthur can't finish this
without us.
Arthur's right
about you.
You don't ever do
as you're told.
No.
They need to rest, sire.
Even Gwaine's gone quiet.
Sounds like a good reason
to keep going.
[Agravaine]
My lady?
[Door Opens]
What news
of the mighty Camelot?
As we planned.
The city is falling
into rack and ruin.
And Arthur?
Last we heard,
he had made it
past Daelbeth.
- Will we never be rid of him?
- Patience, my lady.
Even if he makes it
to the isle, the outcome
will still be the same.
Then what brings you
here so early?
Something's wrong.
A minor irritant.
Guinevere...
she takes it upon herself
to speak out against me.
- She's dangerous.
- She's a servant.
A spirited one perhaps,
but a servant nonetheless.
No, you're wrong.
I have dreamt the future,
and in it that servant
sits upon my throne.
I would rather drown
in my own blood
than see that day.
Then we must make sure
it never comes.
I couldn't agree more.
We must make sure
she never sees another dawn.
Where is Arthur?
I am unsure.
Where is he?
The prince is on
a hunting trip, sire.
When will he be back?
In a few days.
Is there something
you need?
Your devotion to the king
is most impressive.
There is something
I would like to discuss.
I wish to apologize.
Yesterday, I feel
I let the prince down.
I-I am grateful
that you spoke out.
I did not mean to be
discourteous, my lord.
Well, you weren't.
Not in the least.
Gwen,
if you would permit,
I would be grateful
to seek your advice.
You understand the people.
I'm not sure I...
If nothing else, I know that
you will be honest with me.
It's not appropriate
to talk now, but, um,
perhaps this evening...
you could come
to my chambers.
Please, Guinevere.
These are dark times.
I'm going to need help
if I'm to guide us through them.
Very well.
Thank you.
Is everything
all right?
Yes.
He wishes to speak
with me later.
I think he means
to seek my counsel.
Hello?
We can't stay here.
There's nowhere else,
Merlin.
We'll make a fire.
It'll keep us safe and dry.
And there's
more than enough fuel
to get us through the night.
Here.
[Speaking
Ancient Language]
I'm not entirely useless,
you know.
[Gate Closes]
[Guard]
Get the other side!
[Guard #2]
Yes, sir.
[Man]
Halt!
But do the people
feel safe?
You can speak
honestly.
No, they do not.
Go on.
They're frightened.
Night after night,
they have seen their friends,
their parents, their children
all snatched cruelly from them,
and they don't know
who will be next.
What can I do
to reassure them?
Show courage.
Shutting the gates last night
told them you were
as terrified as they were.
It's like a horse
and its rider.
If the people sense your fear,
they will not trust you.
I am grateful
for your advice.
You have a wise head
upon your shoulders,
Guinevere.
I have kept you long enough.
And I must see to the king.
Don't concern yourself
with that.
I will ensure
he is looked after.
It has been a long day.
I'll have my guards
walk you safely home.
Thank you.
[Speaking Ancient Language]
[Gasps]
Seen anything?
[Whispers]
No.
Do you know
what we're going to face
on the Isle of the Blessed?
Do you want to tell me?
The burden is mine
and mine to bear alone.
Look around, Arthur.
We would fight
a thousand armies with
our bare hands for you.
You're never alone.
We stand together.
Come on.
I'll take over.
You need some rest.
Thank you.
[Dorocha Shrieking, Faint]
[Shrieking Continues]
Gwen?
[Dorocha Shrieking, Faint]
Gwen?
[Shrieking]
[Shrieking Continues, Faint]
[Shrieking]
You don't have to continue
on this journey with me,
you know.
[Chuckles]
Try and stop me.
Why?
Because you're a knight,
you feel honor bound?
You wouldn't understand.
It doesn't make any sense
to me either.
Gwen?
I made her a vow
I would keep Arthur safe.
You don't have to worry.
I'll keep him safe.
I made a vow, Merlin.
You still think about her?
No.
Arthur's a better man than me.
I'm sorry.
Why?
He loves her, and...
she's happy.
I remember the guards
walking me to my door.
And then...nothing.
It's just a surface wound.
You were very lucky.
Everyone talks
about the coldness,
but I don't feel cold at all.
You weren't attacked
by the Dorocha, Gwen.
Then what?
Gaius?
I fear someone
wanted to do you harm.
Why?
Don't know.
Well, surely if they did,
they'd have done a better job.
Maybe.
But cold-blooded murder
is suspicious.
Better to leave you
to the Dorocha.
[Wind Gusting]
[Wind Continues]
- [Shrieking]
- Lancelot!
[Shouting In Ancient Language]
[Ancient Language]
[Dorocha Shrieking]
[Shrieking Continues]
It's all right.
Thank you.
Who is your friend?
I'm Lancelot.
Of course.
Sir Lancelot.
The bravest
and most noble of them all.
I'm not sure that's true.
We shall see.
For now, there are
more pressing things at hand.
The Dorocha cannot be allowed
to remain in this world.
The sundered veil
must be restored.
We're on our way
to the Isle of the Blessed
to help Arthur heal it.
Indeed.
But at what price?
I know
that the spirit world
demands a sacrifice.
It demands nothing.
It is the Cailleach...
the gatekeeper
to the spirit world...
who asks such a price.
And there is no other way?
There is not.
Arthur intends
to sacrifice himself
to heal the veil.
It is my destiny
to protect him.
You taught me that.
Merlin,
you must not do this.
Then I have no choice.
I must take his place.
From the moment
I met you,
I saw something
that was invisible.
Now it is there
for all to see.
A lot of what you see,
old friend,
is what you taught me.
It will be an empty world
without you, young warlock.
[Wings Flapping]
When we get to the Isle
of the Blessed,
do you really intend
to sacrifice yourself?
What do you want me
to say?
I look at you,
and I wonder about myself.
Could I knowingly
give up my life
for something?
You have to have a reason.
Something you care about.
Something that's more
important than anything.
Hyah!
[Horse Whinnies]
Looks like someone
beat us to it.
Bandits?
Do you think
we'll make it
before nightfall?
There's only one way
to find out. Hyah!
[Groans]
Has something
died?
Why am I always
the butt?
Can't think.
Pick on Percival.
Why me?
He washes.
And he
doesn't set fire
to his socks.
Ah! No!
[Object Clatters]
Quiet.
[Clattering, Clanging]
Lancelot?
How's Merlin?
Bad news.
He's still alive.
[Chuckles]
[Elyan]
Merlin!
Good to see you,
Merlin.
Yeah.
It's good to see you too.
It's going to be fine.
Everything will be
all right.
I'm just tired.
You don't have
to sacrifice yourself.
I have to save my people.
I will take your place.
Merlin...
What is the life of a servant
compared to that of a prince?
A good servant's
hard to come by.
- I'm not that good.
- True.
One thing.
Look after Guinevere.
I want her
to be happy in her life.
She deserves that.
Don't worry.
I'll make sure.
[Arthur]
The Isle of the Blessed.
[Creature Screeching]
- [Creature Screeches]
- What is that?
[Gwaine]
I really hope I'm wrong.
[Screeching]
Wyvern!
[Screeching]
[Arthur]
You're right!
[Speaking Ancient Language]
[Screeches]
See? That's how
you deal with them.
We need to keep moving.
- [Screeching]
- [Leon]
Sire, you must go on.
We'll fend them off.
Good luck.
[Cailleach]
It is not often
we have visitors.
[Voices Shrieking]
Put an end to this.
I demand you heal the tear
between the two worlds.
It was not I
who created this horror.
Why should it be I
that stops it?
Because innocent people
are dying.
Indeed.
[Cackling]
[Shouts]
[Groans]
Is this the best
you can do?
I know what you want.
Do you?
And are you willing
to let me have it?
I'm prepared to pay
whatever price is necessary.
[Speaking Ancient Language]
[Thunderclap]
So, Emrys,
you choose to challenge me
after all.
Will you give yourself
to the spirits
to save your prince?
It is my destiny.
Perhaps.
But your time among men
is not yet over, Emrys,
even if you want it to be.
[Thunder Rumbling]
[Voices Shrieking]
No! No!
[Merlin]
No!
N-No.
[Thunder Rumbles,
Ends]
[Arthur]
I want to pay tribute
to Sir Lancelot.
We owe him a great debt.
But it is not just his deed
that we'll never forget.
It is his courage,
his compassion,
his unselfish heart.
He was the most noble knight
I'll ever know.
He gave his life
for all of us.
He didn't sacrifice himself
for Camelot.
I asked him to look after you,
and he promised me
with his life.
He was true to his word.
- [Morgana Screeches]
- Arthur was lucky.
And Guinevere?
It was only by chance
that Gaius found her.
No, you're wrong.
We were not thwarted
by luck. It was Emrys.
Emrys?
The Cailleach warned me
about him.
She said he was
my destiny and my doom.
It was he that thwarted us.
I'm sure of it.
So what's to be done?
As long as he exists,
I will never gain
what is rightfully mine.
You must help me
find this Emrys...
and destroy him.
[Door Opens]
[Agravaine]
Gaius.
How can I be of assistance?
You're a man of great
knowledge and wisdom.
[Gaius Scoffs]
Knowledge perhaps.
Have you ever come across
a sorcerer...
called Emrys?
No. Doesn't
sound familiar.
Mmm.
Well, if you do hear
mention of the name...
I'll be sure
to tell you.
It will not go
unrewarded.
There is only one person
could have heard that name.
Morgana.
We know her powers
are growing.
She, too, must have
seen the Cailleach.
But Agravaine?
I suspect he is not
as virtuous as he seems.
And don't forget,
he has every reason
to despise Uther.
We must beware, Merlin.
Morgana can never
know the truth.
She must never know
who you really are.
Merlin.
[Man]
We must make sure...
this is a celebration
the young prince
will never forget.
You can't die.
If you were me,
would you use magic
to save his life?
Yes, I would.
I would do whatever it took.
[Gaius]
You can't risk
exposing yourself.
It's too dangerous.
Do you think Uther
is going to thank you
for healing him with magic?
If it works, I won't
have to hide anymore.
- You!
- [Scoffs]