Dragon's voice:
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.
(Cawing)
King rodor.
Princess mithian.
You are as beautiful
as they say.
You, Odin,
are a cold-blooded murderer.
Why have you done this?
You should choose
your allies more carefully.
Any friend of Camelot
is an enemy of mine.
So, we divide
the spoils as agreed.
Take whatever
you wish.
Then what is your
business here, morgana?
I seek what's
rightfully mine.
I seek the throne
of Camelot.
And for that,
I need an army.
My army?
I believe they showed
their mettle today.
And what do I receive
in return for this service?
Arthur.
To do with
as you wish.
(Theme music playing)
(Loud galloping)
(Thunder booms)
(Horse whinnies)
Show yourselves.
Sir Leon.
It gladdens my heart
to see you.
Princess mithian.
- My lady.
- (Gasping)
Quickly. You must
get us to Gaius.
Merlin, bring blankets
and build a fire.
Hurry now.
We must keep her
warm at all costs.
Is she gonna
be all right?
I feel it's
too early to say.
Thank you, Leon.
You've done all you can.
Of course.
I'll have someone
show you to your room.
I will not leave
my mistress.
She is in safe hands,
I assure you.
She means everything to me.
If it were up to me...
- Please.
- Gaius?
Very well.
Make yourself comfortable.
Merlin, give me
a blanket.
(Knocking on door)
Yes?
How is she?
She is weak,
and she's clearly exhausted,
but she will live.
Good.
I will speak
to her at once.
- Actually, no.
- Excuse me?
She's not to be
disturbed until morning.
- This is important.
- And so is the health
of the Princess.
Did you just
give me an order?
Yes, sire.
Feel good, does it?
It's not unpleasant.
Arthur?
To ride all through the night,
something must
have happened.
We'll know more
in the morning.
Sure.
(Door closes)
(Groaning)
(Gasping)
(Whimpers)
Your magic may be
strong, morgana,
but you can't
keep this up for long.
It's exhausting you.
Enough.
(Exhales)
You just concentrate
on making sure
your friends
believe your story.
They came at night
without warning.
We were unprepared.
We could not hold them.
This was three days ago,
you say?
His men.
They showed no mercy.
He cut us down
like corn.
Odin has no care
for the suffering
he causes.
And your father?
He was badly wounded.
But we managed
to escape.
Where is he now?
We made it almost
as far as the border.
But he could not
continue any further.
Odin's men will be
searching for us.
It's only a matter of time
before they find him.
I see.
My father
is an old man.
He cannot fend
for himself.
I have no one else
to turn to but you, Arthur.
You're my only hope.
Mithian, I understand
how you must be feeling,
and I will do everything
in my power to help you.
Thank you, my lord.
Rodor has taken
refuge here
at the ancient tomb
of king lother,
three leagues
from our border.
Mithian can
lead us there?
She's recovering well.
Now, our only chance
of getting rodor back
is with speed and stealth
with just a small
group of knights.
Could be over the border
and back again
in a matter of hours.
- Exactly.
- Sire, if I may.
Yes, Gaius?
Odin has long been
after your blood.
If he finds out
about this,
you could have an entire army
at your backs.
That's true.
But Odin doesn't know
where rodor is and we do.
By the time he's realized
what's happened,
we'll be long gone.
Now we'll camp overnight
in the forests
of gedref
and leave with
the rising sun.
(Incanting)
(Cawing)
(Incanting)
(Caws loudly)
(Grunts)
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking continues)
I'm sorry.
I did knock.
No need to
apologize.
Gaius sent me.
I have a draft
for the Princess.
How thoughtful.
Thank you, Merlin.
Goodnight, then.
I would not test me
if I were you.
You would not enjoy
the consequences.
You've got something
on your mind, Merlin?
I don't know.
There's something
not quite right
with mithian.
Should I go
and see her?
No, it's not like that.
It's not unwell.
It's as if she's
frightened of something.
Well, she's worried, Merlin.
She's worried
about her father.
It's only
to be expected.
It's more than that.
I can see fear in her eyes.
It's not the mithian I know.
The mithian you knew
was here in happier times.
It's not just mithian.
It's hilda.
There's something
not right between them.
They've both been through
a terrible ordeal, Merlin.
They've fled their home.
Barely escaped with their lives.
It's not surprising
that the strain has
taken its toll.
Maybe.
Come on.
We have work to do.
We must pack up
our supplies.
Arthur, why have you
agreed to help mithian?
Because nemeth
is our ally.
One small slip and Camelot
could find itself without
a king.
That's a risk
I'm prepared to take.
For nemeth
or for yourself?
What do you mean,
for myself?
It was Odin who took
your father's life.
You can't deny that you've
been waiting for a chance
to retaliate.
Whatever I feel
about Odin
has nothing
to do with this.
Really?
Absolutely not.
This is about helping
our friends. No more.
No less.
Good.
I just wanted
to be sure.
Well, you were
right to ask.
I rely on your
honesty, Guinevere.
And I love you
for it.
Seems your daughter is not
just a pretty face, rodor.
Arthur is preparing
to depart Camelot.
Tell the men
to make ready.
The tomb of a king.
A fitting end
to Arthur's journey,
don't you think?
You lead an honorable man
to his death, Odin.
You're no king.
You're little more than
a common criminal.
Arthur is the criminal.
He proved that when
he murdered my son.
No.
Looking for someone?
No, I was just...
(Whimpering)
Did you really imagine
you could go to Arthur
behind my back?
You're mistaken.
- I was just...
- If you betray me again,
I'll bury
your father alive.
- Understand?
- Yes.
Yes. Please,
make it stop.
Is everything all right?
Get up.
Slowly.
The Princess was feeling
a little faint, that's all.
We were just
getting some air.
Well, I hope you're
feeling better now.
Much better.
Thank you.
We won't detain you
any further, my lady.
- Goodnight.
Sleep well.
Sire? Wait.
What is it?
This mission, sire...
Is too dangerous,
so I shouldn't go.
Yeah. You're thinking
the same thing?
No. I'm thinking
that's exactly what
you always say.
But here I am.
Two legs, two arms,
my own teeth.
I've got a funny feeling
that there's something
we're missing.
Something
we don't know.
But you can't say
what exactly?
No.
Maybe we should
delay the mission
until we have
all the facts
at our disposal.
Fine.
Oh, go and tell
Princess mithian
that we've decided
to let her father die
because you have
a funny feeling.
I didn't think so.
How did you get that?
I...
I was bound
by Odin's men
before I escaped.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize that.
It's a very
painful memory.
I'm sure she'd
rather not dwell on it.
Of course.
I understand.
Doesn't make sense.
Mithian told Arthur
that she had escaped.
She never said anything
about being captured.
She was in shock,
Merlin.
Sir, that's quite
an important detail
to leave
out of your story.
Why would she lie?
Because.
She didn't want me to know
how she really got
that burn on her wrist.
Gaius, there's something
not right here.
Have to reach
the border by nightfall.
Let's move out.
Arthur...
Are you sure this is
the right thing to be doing?
Ah.
Your funny feeling again, is it?
Something like that.
Have you been talking
to Guinevere?
No. Why do you ask?
Did she have doubts
about you rescuing rodor?
Odin is a plague
on this land.
Can't just stand by
and let him murder
mithian's father
as he murdered my own.
I know what he did.
God knows I understand
why you hate him.
But to risk so much
for one small act of revenge.
Tell me, Merlin.
If you were me,
if you were in my shoes,
would you do
any different?
Probably not.
(Groans)
Gaius!
All right.
(Gasping)
Just breathe in.
- (Gasping)
- That's it.
I'm fine.
Of course.
I just want to be
sure all the same.
Oh. That's really
not necessary.
Hilda, if you're unwell,
you must let Gaius help you.
Only if you insist.
Well, no obvious problems
that I can find.
You're in excellent
health, hilda.
Thank you, Gaius.
In better shape
than me at any rate.
Merlin, it's amazing.
Her blood.
It flows with the strength
and vigor of someone half
her age.
How is that possible?
I'm not entirely sure.
All I know is
she's better preserved
than anyone her age
has any right to be.
Going somewhere?
I need to wash.
Do I need to remind you
what fate awaits your father
should you try
anything foolish?
I need to wash.
That's all.
Don't be long.
Sire?
Have the outriders
returned?
Yes, sire.
They report large
numbers of Odin's men
patrolling just
beyond the border.
They're looking
for rodor.
Sir, we have but few.
If we're seen,
there'll be no escape.
Would it not be wise
to remain here until...
Out of the question.
Time's a luxury
we don't have.
But we have
good cover.
With any luck,
the patrols
will pass us by
soon enough, and...
We press on
for nemeth.
Make ready
to depart.
Princess.
Good morning, Merlin.
Can I help you
with something?
I hope so.
I need this
refilling, please.
No need.
Here. Have mine.
I'd prefer my own
if you don't mind.
Not at all.
Thank you.
(Incanting)
Merlin?
Here!
He's here.
- What happened?
- Hilda found him.
He was down
by the river.
He must have fallen.
- Gaius?
- He's taken a heavy
blow to the head.
But he'll be all right?
He should be fine, sire.
But there's no telling
when he'll regain
consciousness.
We can't wait for him.
Not if we're to stand a chance
of reaching rodor
before Odin's men.
Gwaine?
You stay here with
Merlin and Gaius.
The rest of us
make for nemeth.
I warned you there'd
be consequences
if you tried anything.
He should have
come around by now.
It's unusual,
certainly.
Just a blow to the head,
you say?
There's nothing to
suggest anything more.
On the outside at least.
He's getting cold.
You'd better get
some more firewood.
I'll be right back.
(Incanting)
The tomb lies just
east of the river.
We're about to cross
the Camelot border into nemeth.
This is Odin's
land now.
So stay alert.
(Incanting)
Come on, Merlin.
(Incanting continues)
Please, Merlin.
That's all I have.
Let it be enough.
Merlin.
Gaius.
Hilda.
It's morgana.
Morgana?
She's been using
some kind of aging spell.
That explains why
she's always so tired.
Mithian tried to warn me,
but I couldn't get
to Arthur in time.
Morgana got to me first.
Yes, and very nearly
killed you, Merlin.
Yes.
She didn't count on
a sorcerer of your power,
now did she?
Indeed.
But please, Merlin.
Don't make me
do that again.
I'm not sure my
heart can take it.
Merlin!
We need to get to Arthur.
He walking straight
into a trap.
You sure of the way?
Yes. We're not far now.
If we keep heading east,
the tomb lies just ahead.
They're traveling east.
Maybe an hour
ahead of us.
We don't have
that much time.
Is that it?
Yes.
You should find
my father inside.
Let's go then.
Hey hey.
This way.
Leon, elyan,
stand watch with the others.
Percival,
you're with me.
The burial chamber
lies just ahead.
The end of that tunnel.
Odin's men.
I don't understand.
Where's your father?
He's not here.
Then where is he?
Arthur, I...
(Footsteps approaching)
What wrong
have I done you?!
(Grunts)
Arthur pendragon.
At last.
I've waited many years
for this moment.
You killed my son.
You took what was
most precious from me.
And now you will
pay the forfeit.
Not a moment too soon.
You are not alone
in having waited
for this moment, Odin.
Appearances can be
deceiving, dear brother.
Morgana.
(Chuckles)
And now you will
pay the forfeit.
My father's life.
That wasn't enough?
No.
(Sighs)
So be it.
But understand this, Odin.
You kill me,
and you'll have all
of Camelot to answer to.
Camelot is nothing
without its king.
(Laughs)
Then you don't
know my knights.
They will hunt you.
And they
will find you.
And they will not rest
until they're done.
I will deal with
your knights soon enough.
But now,
your time has come.
Gwaine: We're too late.
Merlin: Not if we even out
the numbers.
Sounds good to me.
I'll look for Arthur.
Good luck.
(Incanting)
Merlin?
Hurry, this way!
(Grunts)
Now!
This way.
(Grunting)
Don't look so surprised.
I commanded an army
in my time.
And you will do so again.
Leave me.
That's not gonna happen.
You're the reason we're here.
Leave me.
Save mithian.
Follow the Ridge line.
What about you?
We'll lead them
the other way.
- No.
- This is between
me and Odin.
You need no further
part in this.
No!
I want to do this myself.
Merlin: Arthur! Stop.
Think about what
you're doing.
What good will this achieve?
How many times have you talked
about uniting this land?
Will killing this man
make that dream any closer?
He's right.
This is no answer.
Finish it.
Finish it and be done.
And what then?
Your people will
seek their revenge.
A war without
an end.
There is
no other way.
There is another way.
In return for your life,
you must restore rodor
to the throne of nemeth.
Even if I agree,
it solves nothing.
What about us, pendragon?
A truce.
Binding our kingdoms to peace.
Never.
Is this what you want?
To die here, now,
knowing that you condemned
this land to war.
Odin, you cannot
let it end like this.
The blood will
never wash off.
You killed my son.
You killed my father.
We have both lost much
at the other's hand.
Let us lose no more.
I am offering you
the chance to end this.
Take it.
So be it.
A truce...
It is.
Your wounds are
painful, sire,
but superficial.
You will heal
in good time.
Thank you, Gaius.
Odin has withdrawn
his army from nemeth
and its lands.
All thanks to you.
Well, everyone
played their part.
I know I played mine.
Arthur...
Mithian.
You don't need
to apologize.
You had no choice.
I would have done
the same thing
had it been my father.
Camelot is fortunate
to have a king such as you.
It's I that's fortunate.
Camelot would be nothing
were it not for the courage
and loyalty
of its friends.
You could have
killed Odin.
You had every reason.
You did something
far more important.
You gave the people
of this land hope
for the future.
I'm proud of you.
Merlin should take
some of the credit.
Turns out he's not
always entirely stupid.
Is that a compliment?
Don't tell him
whatever you do.
I'll never hear
the end of it.
It seems that things
turned out well after all.
To have signed
a treaty with Odin
is a great achievement,
and it brings a United Kingdom
one step closer.
Not while morgana
lives and breathes,
it doesn't.
Her power grows, Gaius.
To have held
an aging spell that long,
that's frightening.
Be that as it may,
she is not yet
your equal.
And if that day
should come?
Let us hope
it does not.
Merlin.
This is the judgment
of the gods against you.
(Grunting)
Merlin!
(Theme music playing)