'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.'
What you are about to do will bring our enemies to their knees.
SCREAMS
You didn't see their faces? They had no faces.
What are they?
The Dorocha. They are the voices of the dead, my child.
For the tear to be created, it would require a blood sacrifice.
To seal it will require another.
If laying down my life will spare Camelot, that is what I shall do.
GHOSTLY SCREAMS
Merlin, no!
We have to get him back to Gaius. And abandon the quest?
He saved my life, I won't let him die. 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, or three days to reach Camelot.
Not if I go through the Valley of the Fallen Kings.
You cannot give up on the quest.
Sire, he's right.
This is my fault and I'm sorry.
Take me with you, please. You'll die, Merlin.
You don't understand. Please, Arthur.
Do you ever do as you're told?
I have to go with you. Merlin...
We need to leave.
Go!
BEES BUZZ
Can you hear that?
Bees? Food.
You trying to get us killed? We're riding to our deaths 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 continue with us. I should've saved him.
BEES BUZZ LOUDER
Ah! Ah! Ooh!
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.
You are safe here.
But the Dorocha...
We will stay with you
and protect you through the night.
By dawn, we'll be on the other side of the mountains.
You can't be serious.
These tunnels are crawling with wildeoren.
The tunnels will take days off our journey.
If we make it out alive. We'll cover ourselves in gaja berries.
Oh, sounds great! It's your choice, Gwaine.
Wildeoren or Dorocha?
I know which I'd rather go for. Me too.
DISTANT SCREECHES
GHOSTLY SCREAMS
Never knew you cared!
Quick!
SCREECHES AND SCREAMS
Remind me again why we're wearing this disgusting paste.
Wildoeren are completely blind.
They rely totally on their sense of smell.
Gaja berries will mask our scent.
What are the chances of us not seeing a wildoeren?
None.
BONES CLINK
ANIMAL GRUNTS
Shh!
SQUEALS AND SNORTS
Keep still.
Don't even breathe.
WILDOREAN SNUFFLES AND SQUEALS
ANIMAL SNUFFLES
BEAST ROARS
You fool! It's dead.
That one is, yes.
They hunt in packs.
GRUNTS AND SQUEALS
Run!
CROWD CLAMOURS
We need more stretchers and sheets. As many as we can find.
Gaius.
The guards were under orders to shut the 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'd like to, we simply can't 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 me as much as you,
but we don't have a choice.
If we keep letting people in,
our food will run out in days. You are wrong.
Perhaps you would enlighten me?
Those outside the gates are landowners, farmers.
For days, they 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.
Re-open the gates.
Merlin? Merlin!?
Shh!
Breakfast?
Merlin, what...?
What are you...? What?
You're meant to be... dying.
Sorry.
Here.
What's that for? Looks like you're going to fall over.
No, 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.
My lady?
DOOR OPENS
What news of the mighty Camelot? As we planned.
The city is falling into wrack 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, the outcome will 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 apologise.
Yesterday. I feel I let the prince down.
I'm grateful that you spoke out.
I didn't 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.
Perhaps this evening, you could come to my chambers.
Please, Guinevere. These are dark times.
I need help if I am 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 will keep us safe and dry.
And there's more than enough fuel to get us through the night.
Here.
Bael onbryne!
I'm not entirely useless, you know.
DISTANT VOICES
Halt!
But do the people feel safe?
You can speak honestly.
No, they do not.
Go on.
They are frightened.
Night after night, they have seen their friends, their children,
their parents all snatched cruelly from them
and they don't know who'll be next.
What can I do to reassure them?
Show courage.
Shutting the gates showed you were as terrified as them.
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 on your shoulders, Guinevere.
I have kept you long enough.
And I must see to the king.
Do not concern yourself with that.
I will ensure he is well looked after.
It has been a long day.
I'll have my guards walk you safely home.
Thank you.
Hleap on baec!
Seen anything?
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 1,000 armies with our bare hands for you.
You are never alone.
We stand together.
Come on, I'll take over.
You need some rest.
Thank you.
SCREAMING
Gwen?
SCREAMING
You don't have to continue on this journey with me.
HE CHUCKLES Try and stop me.
Why? Because you're a knight, you feel honour-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? I don't know.
If they did, they'd have done a better job.
Maybe. But cold-blooded murder is suspicious.
Better to leave you to the Dorocha.
SCREAMING
Lancelot!
O drakon, e male so ftengometta tesd'hup'anankes.
It's all right. It's all right.
Thank you.
Who is your friend?
I am Lancelot.
Of course, Sir Lancelot.
The bravest and most noble of them all.
I'm not sure that is 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 are 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 is 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.
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.
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.
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.
No!
Quiet.
Lancelot? How's Merlin?
Bad news...
He's still alive.
Merlin!
Good to see you, Merlin.
Yeah, 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.
The Isle of the Blessed.
ANIMAL SHRIEKS
SHRIEKING What is that?
I really hope I'm wrong.
SHRIEKING
Wyvern!
WYVERN SHRIEKS
You're right!
S'enthend' apokhorein nun epello-o-o!
See? That's how you deal with them.
We need to keep moving.
SHRIEKING Sire, you must go on.
We'll fend them off.
It is not often we have visitors.
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?
SHE LAUGHS
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.
Forb fleoghe!
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.
VOICES SCREAMING
No! No!
No!
N-No...
THUNDER RUMBLES
'I want to pay tribute to Sir Lancelot.
'We owe him a great debt.
'But it is not just his deed that we will never forget.
'It is his courage,
'his compassion,
'his unselfish heart.'
He was the most noble knight I will 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 SCREAMS Arthur was lucky.
And Guinevere? It was only by chance that Gaius found her.
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 is 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
Gaius? How can I be of assistance?
You're a man of great knowledge and wisdom.
HE SCOFFS Knowledge, perhaps.
Have you ever come across a sorcerer
called Emrys?
No, it doesn't sound familiar.
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've heard that name...
Morgana.
We know her powers are growing. She too must've 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.
We must make sure this is a celebration
that 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 do whatever it took. You can't risk exposing yourself like this, it's too dangerous.
You think Uther is going to thank you for healing him with magic?
If it works, I won't have to hide any more. You!
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