In a land of myth
and a time of magic,
the destiny
of a great kingdom
rests on the shoulders
of a young man.
Merlin.
What a pleasure it is
to see you again, Ari.
The honor is
all mine, my lady.
Your arrival has
been keenly anticipated,
I can assure you.
I have boasted
of your powers...
- Mmm.
- ...though not all believe.
People may believe
as they wish.
Well, perhaps some small proof
of your talents is in order.
After all,
seeing is believing,
is it not?
I'm not an entertainer,
my lady.
Of course not.
Think of it more
as a demonstration.
Extinguish those flames.
- My lady, I must protest.
- Indulge me.
Impressive, indeed.
Who here now
could deny your powers?
- Not this.
Please.
Morgana, my lady,
I beg of you.
I'm begging you!
No.
Is he dead?
I wanted him dead,
I would've put a sword
in his gut.
- Don't despair, Ari.
We're nearly done.
If you'd do me the favor
of relighting those fires.
You know... I cannot.
For the benefit
of my friends.
I will not humiliate
myself before you.
You will if you want
to see your family alive.
Again!
If you please.
He was a loyal soldier.
In robbing him
of his magic,
- you've lost yourself
a powerful ally.
- Perhaps.
But now we know
the war can be won...
- ...for Arthur is
nothing without emrys
and emrys is nothing
without magic.
- Three.
Feel free to retire
at any time now.
Likewise.
It's no disgrace
for a servant
to lose to his king.
- Or a king to his servant.
Ooh...
- Mmm. Watch out. Here we go.
- 10.
- Enjoy this moment, Merlin...
...while it lasts.
- 12.
Ooh!
- You put me off.
- What are you talking about?
- You just coughed.
- I was clearing my throat.
- You just coughed deliberately.
Ah!
I knew you'd discover
my secret in the end.
- There is just
no fooling you, my lord.
All right.
- It's like that, is it?
Shh!
12.
Yes!
Whoo-hoo!
Oh.
- Merlin.
Gaius.
Y-y...
Your head.
You... you should
get that seen to.
Merlin.
What happened?
- What was that thing?
- Morgana's work.
That's for sure.
Mordred would have told her
of your powers by now, Merlin.
It was only a matter of time
before she struck out.
We can only be grateful
that she failed.
Gaius.
I don't think
she failed.
Whatever do you mean?
I've lost my magic.
Look. Here.
It is the sign
of the gean canach.
Gean canach?
That... that's the language
of the old religion, isn't it?
Indeed.
The gean canach is
a fearsome creature
forged by the tears
of the earth mother nemaine.
It devours
the magic of others...
Draining them
of their power.
I thought all such
creatures were destroyed
in the great purge.
All but one, it would seem.
The Garrison is
surrounded, my lady.
Good.
Are you ready?
I'm ready.
- Come here, pretty one!
- Help! Help me!
Let her go.
She's not your enemy.
I am.
We cannot hold them!
Sound the retreat!
Send word to Camelot!
The Garrison
at stawell was attacked.
- Morgana?
- It would seem so.
It cannot be
a coincidence.
She has picked the moment
you are most helpless
to begin her attack.
- What am I going to do?
- Well, for the moment,
you're going to help me
treat the wounded.
Your skill as a physician
is still valid.
Sorry.
Almost done.
Don't worry.
Merlin knows what he's doing.
Do you have news
from stawell?
- Have you heard
from my family?
Eira,
your family...
The people
of your town...
You're the only one
who survived the attack.
I... alone?
I'm sorry.
Eira.
Whatever happens,
you'll be safe
here in Camelot.
You have my word.
Thank you.
A force of saxons, sire.
They crossed
the northern border
last night
and attacked
the Garrison at stawell.
They march
under morgana's command?
There can be no doubt
about it, sire.
It was not just men
we faced, but sorcery.
We shouldn't be surprised.
She's been massing
an army for weeks.
Now, with stawell taken,
she has a base
at our northern border,
which can only mean one thing.
She means
to take Camelot.
Then she's already
made her first mistake.
We have sufficient time
to prepare our defenses, sire.
We can make our stand here.
However great her army,
the walls of Camelot will hold.
The citadel will not fall.
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
We've already
deserted stawell.
I won't forsake
the people of this land
while we take refuge here.
But we can protect them here,
sire, in Camelot itself.
Some, but not all.
Countless men, women
and children
will be left behind,
people who I've vowed
to protect.
We cannot save
everyone, Arthur,
no matter how much
we may wish it.
There is a way.
One way alone.
We ensure
that she never
makes it this far.
We...
Ride out
and meet them?
Man to man.
- But, sire, morgana commands
an army of thousands.
Nonetheless, it's our duty
as protectors of this land.
We cannot stand by
and let our citizens
be slaughtered.
Those are not the values
that Camelot was built on.
Whatever the outcome
of this battle,
my sister cannot and will not
desecrate those values.
The war has begun.
- Your blade, mordred.
Forged in a dragon's breath,
nothing can survive
its touch.
A weapon worthy
of my proudest warrior.
Then I shall wield it
in victory...
And with honor.
To reach Camelot,
morgana will have no choice
but to cross
the white mountains.
Now the only pass
that gives passage
to an army that size is here.
I know it well.
The path is bounded
by cliffs on either side.
That's where we will meet them.
Now we may be outnumbered
but if we don't
let them outflank us,
then we can hold the pass.
How long?
Morgana has no care
for the lives of her men.
She can't supply for an army
that size indefinitely,
not isolated
by the mountains.
If we can hold out
long enough,
she'll be forced
to retreat.
Percival, at what point is
the pass at its narrowest?
Here, sire.
What do they call
this place?
Camlann, sire.
Then it is at camlann
that we make our stand.
I hoped never
to hear that name again.
He cannot go, Merlin.
You will have to
persuade him.
I know Arthur better
than I know myself.
- He'll not listen.
- If Arthur goes to camlann,
the prophecy will come true
and he will die.
This battle is
the only way he knows
how to save his people.
If he's going
to lose his life,
he'll still go.
Then what are we to do?
If I can't prevent him
from going,
then I must protect him
as best I can.
But you can't protect him
without your magic.
Then I must regain
my magic.
I can't restore it.
It is beyond my power.
I know.
Perhaps it's beyond
anyone's power.
No.
If there's an answer,
I must seek it elsewhere.
But where?
The birthplace
of magic itself.
The crystal cave.
But the valley
of the fallen kings
is crawling with bandits.
Without your powers,
you wouldn't stand a chance.
Which is why
I won't be going alone.
I thought
you weren't going
till sundown?
There's something
I have to do first...
A favor
for my friend, Merlin.
Where are you going?
The valley
of the fallen kings.
- Why?
- Don't worry.
I won't be long.
I think you'll find
that's everything, sire.
Impressive.
Very impressive.
I've never seen work like it...
Well, not from you, anyway.
Thank you, sire.
So, what are you after?
- After?
- Come on, Merlin,
you're the worst servant
in the history of the world.
Now suddenly this.
Is it money?
- No.
- No, it can't be that.
You've already won
all of mine. Time off?
- Arthur.
- No, it can't be that either.
You don't really
do anything.
I just wanted to make sure
you had all you needed
for your journey to camlann,
for the days ahead.
Thank you.
Merlin, what do you mean,
my journey?
I'm afraid I won't
be coming with you.
Not this time.
I'm sorry.
I have an urgent errand
to run for Gaius...
Vital supplies
that I can't obtain here.
- Vital supplies?
- Yes.
- It's not that I'm...
- No, no.
It's fine.
I understand.
- Arthur.
- You know, Merlin,
all those jokes
about you being a coward...
I never really meant
any of them.
I always thought you were
the bravest man I ever met.
Guess I was wrong.
Arthur!
Guinevere!
What are you doing?
I'm coming with you.
The battlefield is
no place for a queen.
I have no intention
of joining you there,
I can assure you.
Arthur, if these are
to be your last days,
I would far rather
spend them together
than sit waiting for a man
I might never see again.
Gently, mordred.
Can't speak with her throat
cut out now, can she?
Well, eira.
I trust sir Gwaine
has found your company
- to his satisfaction.
- I like to think so.
Has he been forthcoming
about Arthur's plans?
He's kept
no secrets from me.
Well? Does the king intend
to ride out and meet us?
He does, my lady.
The king and his men depart
from Camelot as we speak.
Then it is
as we anticipated.
Thank you, eira.
You've been most informative.
Something else...
The knight said he was
taking Merlin somewhere...
The valley
of the fallen kings,
I think.
Merlin?
Why would Merlin leave
Arthur now?
Why shouldn't he?
He's of no further use
to his king, after all.
Perhaps.
But why the valley
of the fallen kings?
What is it, mordred?
When I was a boy,
the druids told me
of this special place...
A place where
magic itself was born.
It was said to lie
within the valley.
They called it
the crystal cave.
This can mean
only one thing...
Emrys means
to get his powers back.
Thanks for everything
that you did for eira.
There's no need
to thank me.
It was the least
I could do.
You seem
to care for her.
I could hardly leave her
to the saxons now, could I?
So that was
your only reason
for rescuing her?
Of course.
- Gwaine!
You okay?
Yeah. I think so.
Thank you.
No need
to thank me, Merlin.
It was the least
I could do.
I can make
my own way from here.
Sorry?
You needn't
come any further.
I'll be fine.
How will you get back
to Camelot?
There are
bandits everywhere.
Once I have
what I'm looking for,
I'll be perfectly safe,
I promise you.
What are
you looking for?
I can't
tell you that, Gwaine.
You'll just have
to trust me.
You should get going.
Arthur will need you
at his side.
Look after yourself,
Merlin.
- You know to use
the sharp end, right?
- Oh yeah.
I hope you find
what you're looking for.
Emrys.
Over here, emrys.
I see you, morgana.
How well you've kept
your secret.
How well
you've protected
my brother.
- Face me, morgana!
- Who'd have thought it?
A worthless servant
with all that power.
Face me.
But you cannot help
your king now.
You cannot
even help yourself.
Why do you hide?
You still
afraid of me?
I fear no one,
least of all you.
- Ah!
You have defied me
for the last time, emrys.
Send word to the king.
The enemy will reach camlann
by sundown tomorrow,
and we underestimated
their force.
They outnumber us
five to one.
Vital supplies.
Excuse me, sire?
A shame Merlin didn't
feel able to join us.
I'm sorry, sire,
for I must take the blame,
but I cannot treat
the wounded
without sufficient medicine.
The timing is unfortunate,
I Grant you.
Yes.
Unfortunate,
as you say.
I'm not sure
he believes you, Gaius.
I'm not sure
I do, either.
I know how devoted Merlin
is to Arthur.
He would never leave him
at a time like this,
not for a mere errand.
Not unless
there was something else,
something he doesn't feel
able to talk about.
My lady,
there is something else,
something of the very
greatest importance.
And I dearly wish
I could tell you what it is,
but I cannot,
for reasons that
affect us all.
Then there is
nothing more to be said,
except for whatever it is,
I wish him luck.
This is it.
Camlann.
The fate of the kingdom
will be decided here.
Make camp,
take up positions.
It is a death trap, sire.
That's the idea.
Morgana will have
no means of escape,
- and neither will we.
They would
always outflank us.
This is our only chance.
It ends here, Leon.
Be it life or death...
It ends here.
Merlin.
Father?
My son.
Are you here?
Are you real?
Dead or alive,
real or imagined,
past or present...
These things are
of no consequence.
All that matters is
that you heed the words
of your father,
who loves you.
Do not let go, Merlin.
Do not give in.
I have no reason
to go on.
The battle is
already over.
Morgana has won.
Only if you accept defeat.
But if you fight,
if you let hope
into your heart,
morgana cannot
be victorious.
What hope is there
without my magic?
Merlin, you are more
than a son of your father.
You are son
of the earth,
the sea, the sky.
Magic is the fabric
of this world...
And you were born
of that magic.
You are magic itself.
You cannot lose
what you are.
But how do
I find myself again?
Believe, Merlin.
Believe what your heart
knows to be true...
That you have always been...
And always will be.
Always will be...
- Rest now.
Rest, my son.
And soon...
You shall awaken
into the light.
What is it?
What if sir Leon was right?
Perhaps we should have
made our stand at Camelot.
Your plan is brave...
And bold...
And our only chance
to defeat morgana
once and for all.
Yes, we could have
held out in the citadel,
but for how long?
And at what cost
to the kingdom?
I have never
for a moment doubted
the valor
and the wisdom
of this choice.
If you do not doubt me,
Guinevere,
then I do not
doubt myself.
And that gives me a strength
greater than any weapon.
Come. We must rest
while we can.
Have the outriders
returned?
Arthur has made camp
at camlann.
And the path?
Did you find it?
It was well concealed.
If Arthur imagines
we can't outflank him,
he's in
for an unpleasant surprise.
Send 100 warriors...
Good ones.
I'll choose them myself.
And prepare the army.
We attack tonight.
Arthur, where are you?
Arthur.
Arthur, I'm sorry
I had to leave you.
I didn't want to.
I hope one day
you'll understand why.
Your plan is a good one
and you may yet
save this kingdom,
but you must beware.
Your army's flank
is vulnerable.
There's an old path
over the Ridge at camlann.
Morgana knows of it.
She means to trap you, Arthur.
Find the path
or the battle will be over
before it's begun.
Find the path!
What's the matter?
Merlin.
It was a dream, Arthur.
Just a dream.
It didn't feel
like a dream.
It felt...
Arthur!
Sire.
The scouts report
that morgana's army
is on the move.
She'll attack before
the night's done.
- Tell the men to prepare.
- Yes, sire.
Percival, Gwaine!
Take a patrol of men
to the rear of us.
You're looking
for a hidden path
running into the mountains.
She means to outflank us.
We must stop her now.
Tonight...
We do battle.
Tonight,
we end this war.
We end a war as old
as the land itself.
A war against tyranny...
And greed...
And spite.
Not all
will greet the dawn.
Some will live.
Some will die.
But each and every one
of you fights with honor...
And with pride.
For not only do we fight
for our lives...
We fight
for the future.
The future of Camelot.
The future of albion.
The future
of the united kingdoms!
For the love
of Camelot!
For the love of Camelot!
Thank you for your help,
your guidance.
I offered only a hand.
You stand tall
on your own two feet, Merlin.
You always have done.
As did you, father.
I follow in your footsteps.
Your journey has
only just begun.
You wield a power
you cannot yet conceive of.
Only in the heart
of the crystal cave
will your true self
be revealed.
Move towards the light.
Your destiny awaits.
Do not be afraid.
Trust in what you are.
Trust in what will be.
Goodbye, father.
There are
no goodbyes, emrys...
For I will always be...
As you...
Will always be.
On me!
- On me!
I am a sorcerer.
I have magic.