Britannia (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Episode #1.9 - full transcript
The end appears to be close for the Cantii, as Aulus unveils how the Roman Empire truly conducts business.
You've a very
important journey
to go on, lass.
I'm not ready.
They're calling for you, Cait.
You know what you have to do.
For me.
For Islene,
for us all.
Now, listen to me.
You are the one.
It's you. Now, go.
You have made
a big mistake here today.
Send word to the Regni,
they can start their siege.
It's been four moons.
Perhaps we should parley.
Parley my balls.
From now on,
let's say
we strike another deal.
You keep away from me,
and I'll keep away from you.
The gods
don't deal, Rome.
The gods don't deal.
Let me tell you something else
the prophecy says.
You want to know
what happens next?
I'll tell you.
Lokka, in his rage,
releases three hellhounds
to track down the Chosen One.
Start trying a little harder,
because this is no game.
I'm not strong enough.
Whatever was supposed to happen,
it's not going to happen
because of me.
Take me to the Underworld.
Fuck...
I was wrong.
Play one of the best new FPS shooters,
search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
The Samhain moon
was loud last night.
The higher I flew,
the louder it spoke.
What did the moon say?
The invader must have
his victories.
They will make him
drunk with glory.
What's that?
This...
This is our only hope.
Who are you?
I'm Death.
♪ Thrown like a star
in my vast sleep ♪
♪ I opened my eyes
to take a peek ♪
♪ To find
that I was by the sea ♪
♪ Gazing with tranquillity ♪
♪ 'Twas then
when the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Came singing
songs of love ♪
♪ Then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Came singing ♪
♪ Songs of love ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy gurdy, he sang ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy gurdy, he sang ♪
Bury him with the others.
Vitus!
Since we've landed,
you've shown courage,
wisdom, alacrity...
and because of the
unfortunate disappearance
of our erstwhile Praefectus,
I am promoting you
to that rank.
Congratulations.
Follow me.
Thank you... General.
General Aulus, welcome.
Ah, you seem happy today.
I hear the Cantii are
eating straw and rat shit.
Cheers a girl up no end.
Yeah, the smell of victory,
we like that feeling.
Our victory.
I never forget when
an ally comes good.
Where's my pretty boy?
Praefectus
Lucius Validus
is no longer with us.
May I introduce
our new Praefectus,
Vitus.
Shame.
I was rather lining him up
to seal the alliance.
What happened?
He'd not
been himself for some time.
Likely a dose
of Cairo clap did for him.
Oh, near miss
for me, then.
Yeah, don't make Vitus
kiss your feet.
It's his first day.
Don't worry.
I'll break him in gently.
When the siege breaks,
it will be a new world
for the Regni.
Which is why I requested
your charming company today.
I, uh, needed to clarify
terms of surrender.
The terms are simple.
I get the fortress,
you get the lands.
And the Cantii
themselves?
Your subjects.
Under the ultimate protection
of the Emperor, of course.
Now, you see,
that's the tricky part.
Our people have ways
of doing this.
Sacred ways.
I haven't won this war
until I have
blood sacrifice.
Go on.
500 Cantii heads.
Warriors.
To please our gods.
I thought it was Kerra's head
you were after.
I am.
The gods have their own demands.
If the Cantii know this,
why would they surrender?
If they don't surrender,
we behead them all.
They'd do the same to us.
You and your
angry gods...
[distant beat
of troops marching]
What do you think?
It'll do.
[marching feet thundering
to heavy drumbeats]
I'd love to see
Copperknob's face now.
Seems the end is near.
Such a short reign.
All those fights
with your father,
and in the end,
what changed?
You had the chance
to talk to the Romans,
forge the future,
and instead
you closed the door,
watched your people starve.
He would have been so proud--
If you've come to torture me,
you're wasting your time.
I came to warn you.
It was Lindon who burned down
the grain store.
I watched him do it.
You're lying.
He's a spy for Queen Antedia.
Pure poison.
So like daddy.
Blind as the night.
[Druidic prayer
echoes dreamily]
[voice struggling
as he intones]
And now...
Hungry?
Fuck off.
I'm not scared
of you, Hellhound.
That's what you are,
isn't it?
Don't you want
to know how I know?
I'm the small daughter.
Me and the horse
was hoping for smaller.
So you know the prophecy.
You're taking me to him,
aren't you?
That's the truth,
isn't it?
That's who's paying you.
Three things.
One, you ever cheek me
like that again,
I'm going to cut off
all this bottom stuff,
and just take in this top bit.
Two,
don't take this
the wrong way,
I genuinely couldn't give a fuck
who you are.
No more than
the last hundred heads,
so spare me how small
and how important you are.
And three,
who says I'm taking you
to the Romans?
We must make room
for everyone inside.
Of course,
but without food--
We'll send out
raiding parties.
We are surrounded.
We have no choice.
They're waiting for us
to do exactly that.
Anyone goes out there,
they'll pick us off...
I'll choose
some warriors.
I'll see
what I can do.
But it must wait
till nightfall.
Thank you.
Arawn...
where is she?
Sucellus...
has she passed your way?
Taleisin...
do they sing of her already?
If she breathes...
show me where.
Show me.
Gods of air, and river,
and dark below,
where is she?
Of course.
Aw, f--
Praise to Epona,
our thanks for this meal
you have blessed us with.
Yesterday,
I'm washing
outside the tent,
this kid squats
and dumps one
right next to me.
You told me.
And it wasn't yesterday,
it was the day before.
These are the only people
who the gods speak to.
You said that too.
Then you shook your head,
and said,
"Someone's having--
Someone is having
a fucking laugh.
And I said,
"They live simply.
They don't pretend to be
anything other than spirit,
and all the spirit needs
is a blanket and food."
Four moons,
and still
he won't speak to us.
Starting to worry?
Because I am.
Nature takes its time.
He hasn't even said hello.
He barely comes out of his tent,
and when he does,
his eyes are like this.
I bet he doesn't even
know we're here.
He knows.
Oh, what, he makes all
the goddesses wait, does he?
Doing nothing?
You may be
doing nothing.
I'm busy forging a destiny.
Fancy a fuck?
Oh, don't mind me.
My body is unpollutable
until the birth.
We're all aware
of that, thank you.
You can have both of us.
Don't take this
the wrong way.
Same answer
as yesterday.
Suit yourself.
If you change your mind...
Thank you.
I can't stay here any longer.
He knows
we're here.
Besides,
he doesn't summon us,
the gods do.
Stick a knife in me, you witch!
Open wide.
Breathe.
Hey!
Right, go on! Shoo!
Not here!
Shoo!
Somewhere else, go on!
King Phelan.
King of the Cantii.
You a druid?
Do I look like a druid?
Where's Veran?
In that tent,
since the summer.
But he's busy, not available,
so good luck with that,
just generally.
What do you want?
I'm looking for Veran.
Who wants to speak
with The Second Man?
Me.
Follow.
What the fucking fuck?
What is it you bring me?
I don't bring things,
I sell them.
What are you selling?
Something I found.
Swinging in the forest.
Where is it?
Nearby.
There's a problem.
What problem?
The Romans.
And what did
the Roman offer you?
Half the Empire,
sprinkled with rubies,
on a big golden stick.
And that's not enough?
Depends.
On what?
On what you're willing to pay.
Right now I'm hoping
you only look
like a stinking
penniless beggar.
Where is she?
I told you, nearby.
Alive?
Let's hope so.
I get it now.
I get it.
Get what?
How it all works around here.
How's that?
If you want
something,
if you have
a genuine need,
a genuine case,
then they fuck with you.
But... act like
you don't need them,
and then
they're all over you.
I've seen them
turn into eagles and fly.
Good.
Because after waiting
this long,
that is the very least I expect.
[bag lands heavily,
jingling with gold]
She's in the ground
half a mile north of here.
A stand of oaks
where the river bends.
I know the place.
There's a rock at her feet
and a reed at her head.
Pleasure doing business.
It's easy doing business
with the soulless.
Yeah, I'm bored now.
What if she's lying?
She speaks the truth.
Wait for the rising moon.
The first thing she'll see.
It's time to talk.
Tell the General that
I'll speak with him.
Don't do it.
Why?
Don't go to them.
You told me
to accept his offer--
He'll devour you.
It's too late for talking.
They know it's over.
What can you offer?
Yourself?
Is that it?
You think that's
written here?
This girl you say
you helped,
with the blind father,
this chosen one...
where does that leave you?
A sacrifice
to some prophesy?
Is that what you want?
He'll see you now.
Follow me.
Enough, child.
I am Ania, daughter
of Bann and Danu,
but I go by another name,
a name you know well.
My true name is Brenna.
I was raised by the Regni,
but always knew the presence
of my real parents.
Now I am with child
by the golden-haired one,
and the prophecy
shall be fulfilled.
Prophecy?
You wrote it
yourself,
on the face of my ancestor,
2,000 moons ago--
2,004.
The prophecy tells
that Brenna shall be rescued
by a golden-haired mortal,
and together
they will spawn a pantheon
to rule the heavens
for a thousand years.
You would bear gods?
If that is my destiny.
Do you also
accept this destiny,
should it be so?
I want to know
the will of the gods.
You, who are
thousands of moons old,
who have always guided us,
shown us the right path,
the path to the Divine,
tell us, Second Man,
are we made of light?
We would know your answer.
I must speak with the gods now.
The prophecy is true...
But it's not your prophecy.
What?
You are not
its vessel.
It has not come to pass.
It may not for a thousand years.
I only know this,
you are not Brenna.
You are not a goddess.
You are Ania of the Regni.
You lie.
Gods never lie.
I don't believe you.
You lie. You're a liar.
The troops are massing.
At least let me come with you.
No, I must do this alone.
Kerra...
I've done your tribe
nothing but harm.
It was me
who burned the grain store.
I came here
not to forge bonds,
but to poison.
It was the Druids' bidding.
The Druids decreed it,
and I obeyed.
I understand.
I took food from your mouth.
And saved us one,
two moons of vain hope.
Will you not have me punished?
Those of us who do
the Druids' bidding
are already cast to the wind.
Goodbye, Lindon.
It is her.
I only came to protect her.
Is that the only reason
you came?
The Prophecy...
I need to know.
What happens?
Veran. Veran...
please.
Veran!
I need to know
what happens next.
You want to know
what happens next?
You were right, Father.
You were right.
Patience, your Majesty.
Hungry?
These are really
rather good.
The Cantii surrender.
The fortress is yours,
on one condition.
Oh.
And what's that?
The guaranteed safety
of my people.
Not a single Cantii
will be harmed.
Do I have your word?
Well, now,
that wasn't so hard, was it?
Hmm?
All this suffering,
all this pain,
for months and months.
If only your father
had listened, huh,
seen the bigger picture...
But then you and I would
never have met, would we?
It seems the gods
have plans for all of us,
wouldn't you say?
Do I have your word?
There's just one small problem.
Your ally, Antedia.
You know, I have seen
some grim things in my time,
but what she's got planned
for you...
If you guarantee
the safety of my people,
I will give myself over to her.
Well, that would
certainly sweeten the deal.
Make things easier
for all of us.
Your people will sleep
with full bellies tonight,
wake up in the morning
to a new dawn.
On behalf of the Emperor,
I accept the terms
of your surrender.
With one condition
of my own.
And what is that?
Let me show you...
how the Empire really works.
Are you watching?
What are you doing?
Fire!
Fire!
This way, my queen, hurry.
Fucking Roman bastard!
Where's Gildas?
Archers!
Fire!
Fire!
No...
No, no, no, no, no!
No... no...
No, no, no, no...
My boy!
No, no, no...
Now...
one more thing.
Where is she?
I don't know where she is.
You helped her escape.
Now, you tell me.
If you want her
more than these lands,
more than this fortress,
then that means
that she's powerful,
she's a threat,
and as long as she is out there,
you haven't won.
You haven't won.
Now, this...
is your last chance.
Where is she?
She's out there.
If your tongue won't tell me,
then I will ask your heart.
Go back to hell.
Sorry.
I've decided to stay.
I need to learn.
Me too.
But not here.
Goodbye, Phelan.
T-Take care of...
I will.
We'll meet again.
What makes you so sure?
I can feel it in my bones.
She's staying?
Yes.
The gods have a fate
for all of us.
You must find yours.
But there is a light
in this world.
A new light.
The flame is small now,
and the winds are strong,
but it burns.
It's out there.
Somewhere.
It is now your task to find it.
If you can find that light,
and protect it,
and help it grow,
it will grow strong.
Stronger than Kings.
Stronger than Empires...
The Age of the Druids
is over.
This is a New Age,
the Dawn of the Cantii.
All hail...
Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
The gods are dead.
The gods are dead!
The gods are dead!
The gods are dead...
Lie down in the light,
Phelan of the Cantii.
Lie down in the light.
The voices,
all singing,
as one.
Hope is the small daughter
of a blind father.
I know what happens next.
♪ Histories of ages past ♪
♪ Unenlightened shadows cast ♪
♪ Down through all eternity ♪
♪ The crying of humanity ♪
♪ 'Tis then
when the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Comes singing
songs of love ♪
♪ Then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Comes singing songs...♪
important journey
to go on, lass.
I'm not ready.
They're calling for you, Cait.
You know what you have to do.
For me.
For Islene,
for us all.
Now, listen to me.
You are the one.
It's you. Now, go.
You have made
a big mistake here today.
Send word to the Regni,
they can start their siege.
It's been four moons.
Perhaps we should parley.
Parley my balls.
From now on,
let's say
we strike another deal.
You keep away from me,
and I'll keep away from you.
The gods
don't deal, Rome.
The gods don't deal.
Let me tell you something else
the prophecy says.
You want to know
what happens next?
I'll tell you.
Lokka, in his rage,
releases three hellhounds
to track down the Chosen One.
Start trying a little harder,
because this is no game.
I'm not strong enough.
Whatever was supposed to happen,
it's not going to happen
because of me.
Take me to the Underworld.
Fuck...
I was wrong.
Play one of the best new FPS shooters,
search Steam for PROJECT WARLOCK
The Samhain moon
was loud last night.
The higher I flew,
the louder it spoke.
What did the moon say?
The invader must have
his victories.
They will make him
drunk with glory.
What's that?
This...
This is our only hope.
Who are you?
I'm Death.
♪ Thrown like a star
in my vast sleep ♪
♪ I opened my eyes
to take a peek ♪
♪ To find
that I was by the sea ♪
♪ Gazing with tranquillity ♪
♪ 'Twas then
when the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Came singing
songs of love ♪
♪ Then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Came singing ♪
♪ Songs of love ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy gurdy, he sang ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy ♪
♪ Hurdy gurdy gurdy, he sang ♪
Bury him with the others.
Vitus!
Since we've landed,
you've shown courage,
wisdom, alacrity...
and because of the
unfortunate disappearance
of our erstwhile Praefectus,
I am promoting you
to that rank.
Congratulations.
Follow me.
Thank you... General.
General Aulus, welcome.
Ah, you seem happy today.
I hear the Cantii are
eating straw and rat shit.
Cheers a girl up no end.
Yeah, the smell of victory,
we like that feeling.
Our victory.
I never forget when
an ally comes good.
Where's my pretty boy?
Praefectus
Lucius Validus
is no longer with us.
May I introduce
our new Praefectus,
Vitus.
Shame.
I was rather lining him up
to seal the alliance.
What happened?
He'd not
been himself for some time.
Likely a dose
of Cairo clap did for him.
Oh, near miss
for me, then.
Yeah, don't make Vitus
kiss your feet.
It's his first day.
Don't worry.
I'll break him in gently.
When the siege breaks,
it will be a new world
for the Regni.
Which is why I requested
your charming company today.
I, uh, needed to clarify
terms of surrender.
The terms are simple.
I get the fortress,
you get the lands.
And the Cantii
themselves?
Your subjects.
Under the ultimate protection
of the Emperor, of course.
Now, you see,
that's the tricky part.
Our people have ways
of doing this.
Sacred ways.
I haven't won this war
until I have
blood sacrifice.
Go on.
500 Cantii heads.
Warriors.
To please our gods.
I thought it was Kerra's head
you were after.
I am.
The gods have their own demands.
If the Cantii know this,
why would they surrender?
If they don't surrender,
we behead them all.
They'd do the same to us.
You and your
angry gods...
[distant beat
of troops marching]
What do you think?
It'll do.
[marching feet thundering
to heavy drumbeats]
I'd love to see
Copperknob's face now.
Seems the end is near.
Such a short reign.
All those fights
with your father,
and in the end,
what changed?
You had the chance
to talk to the Romans,
forge the future,
and instead
you closed the door,
watched your people starve.
He would have been so proud--
If you've come to torture me,
you're wasting your time.
I came to warn you.
It was Lindon who burned down
the grain store.
I watched him do it.
You're lying.
He's a spy for Queen Antedia.
Pure poison.
So like daddy.
Blind as the night.
[Druidic prayer
echoes dreamily]
[voice struggling
as he intones]
And now...
Hungry?
Fuck off.
I'm not scared
of you, Hellhound.
That's what you are,
isn't it?
Don't you want
to know how I know?
I'm the small daughter.
Me and the horse
was hoping for smaller.
So you know the prophecy.
You're taking me to him,
aren't you?
That's the truth,
isn't it?
That's who's paying you.
Three things.
One, you ever cheek me
like that again,
I'm going to cut off
all this bottom stuff,
and just take in this top bit.
Two,
don't take this
the wrong way,
I genuinely couldn't give a fuck
who you are.
No more than
the last hundred heads,
so spare me how small
and how important you are.
And three,
who says I'm taking you
to the Romans?
We must make room
for everyone inside.
Of course,
but without food--
We'll send out
raiding parties.
We are surrounded.
We have no choice.
They're waiting for us
to do exactly that.
Anyone goes out there,
they'll pick us off...
I'll choose
some warriors.
I'll see
what I can do.
But it must wait
till nightfall.
Thank you.
Arawn...
where is she?
Sucellus...
has she passed your way?
Taleisin...
do they sing of her already?
If she breathes...
show me where.
Show me.
Gods of air, and river,
and dark below,
where is she?
Of course.
Aw, f--
Praise to Epona,
our thanks for this meal
you have blessed us with.
Yesterday,
I'm washing
outside the tent,
this kid squats
and dumps one
right next to me.
You told me.
And it wasn't yesterday,
it was the day before.
These are the only people
who the gods speak to.
You said that too.
Then you shook your head,
and said,
"Someone's having--
Someone is having
a fucking laugh.
And I said,
"They live simply.
They don't pretend to be
anything other than spirit,
and all the spirit needs
is a blanket and food."
Four moons,
and still
he won't speak to us.
Starting to worry?
Because I am.
Nature takes its time.
He hasn't even said hello.
He barely comes out of his tent,
and when he does,
his eyes are like this.
I bet he doesn't even
know we're here.
He knows.
Oh, what, he makes all
the goddesses wait, does he?
Doing nothing?
You may be
doing nothing.
I'm busy forging a destiny.
Fancy a fuck?
Oh, don't mind me.
My body is unpollutable
until the birth.
We're all aware
of that, thank you.
You can have both of us.
Don't take this
the wrong way.
Same answer
as yesterday.
Suit yourself.
If you change your mind...
Thank you.
I can't stay here any longer.
He knows
we're here.
Besides,
he doesn't summon us,
the gods do.
Stick a knife in me, you witch!
Open wide.
Breathe.
Hey!
Right, go on! Shoo!
Not here!
Shoo!
Somewhere else, go on!
King Phelan.
King of the Cantii.
You a druid?
Do I look like a druid?
Where's Veran?
In that tent,
since the summer.
But he's busy, not available,
so good luck with that,
just generally.
What do you want?
I'm looking for Veran.
Who wants to speak
with The Second Man?
Me.
Follow.
What the fucking fuck?
What is it you bring me?
I don't bring things,
I sell them.
What are you selling?
Something I found.
Swinging in the forest.
Where is it?
Nearby.
There's a problem.
What problem?
The Romans.
And what did
the Roman offer you?
Half the Empire,
sprinkled with rubies,
on a big golden stick.
And that's not enough?
Depends.
On what?
On what you're willing to pay.
Right now I'm hoping
you only look
like a stinking
penniless beggar.
Where is she?
I told you, nearby.
Alive?
Let's hope so.
I get it now.
I get it.
Get what?
How it all works around here.
How's that?
If you want
something,
if you have
a genuine need,
a genuine case,
then they fuck with you.
But... act like
you don't need them,
and then
they're all over you.
I've seen them
turn into eagles and fly.
Good.
Because after waiting
this long,
that is the very least I expect.
[bag lands heavily,
jingling with gold]
She's in the ground
half a mile north of here.
A stand of oaks
where the river bends.
I know the place.
There's a rock at her feet
and a reed at her head.
Pleasure doing business.
It's easy doing business
with the soulless.
Yeah, I'm bored now.
What if she's lying?
She speaks the truth.
Wait for the rising moon.
The first thing she'll see.
It's time to talk.
Tell the General that
I'll speak with him.
Don't do it.
Why?
Don't go to them.
You told me
to accept his offer--
He'll devour you.
It's too late for talking.
They know it's over.
What can you offer?
Yourself?
Is that it?
You think that's
written here?
This girl you say
you helped,
with the blind father,
this chosen one...
where does that leave you?
A sacrifice
to some prophesy?
Is that what you want?
He'll see you now.
Follow me.
Enough, child.
I am Ania, daughter
of Bann and Danu,
but I go by another name,
a name you know well.
My true name is Brenna.
I was raised by the Regni,
but always knew the presence
of my real parents.
Now I am with child
by the golden-haired one,
and the prophecy
shall be fulfilled.
Prophecy?
You wrote it
yourself,
on the face of my ancestor,
2,000 moons ago--
2,004.
The prophecy tells
that Brenna shall be rescued
by a golden-haired mortal,
and together
they will spawn a pantheon
to rule the heavens
for a thousand years.
You would bear gods?
If that is my destiny.
Do you also
accept this destiny,
should it be so?
I want to know
the will of the gods.
You, who are
thousands of moons old,
who have always guided us,
shown us the right path,
the path to the Divine,
tell us, Second Man,
are we made of light?
We would know your answer.
I must speak with the gods now.
The prophecy is true...
But it's not your prophecy.
What?
You are not
its vessel.
It has not come to pass.
It may not for a thousand years.
I only know this,
you are not Brenna.
You are not a goddess.
You are Ania of the Regni.
You lie.
Gods never lie.
I don't believe you.
You lie. You're a liar.
The troops are massing.
At least let me come with you.
No, I must do this alone.
Kerra...
I've done your tribe
nothing but harm.
It was me
who burned the grain store.
I came here
not to forge bonds,
but to poison.
It was the Druids' bidding.
The Druids decreed it,
and I obeyed.
I understand.
I took food from your mouth.
And saved us one,
two moons of vain hope.
Will you not have me punished?
Those of us who do
the Druids' bidding
are already cast to the wind.
Goodbye, Lindon.
It is her.
I only came to protect her.
Is that the only reason
you came?
The Prophecy...
I need to know.
What happens?
Veran. Veran...
please.
Veran!
I need to know
what happens next.
You want to know
what happens next?
You were right, Father.
You were right.
Patience, your Majesty.
Hungry?
These are really
rather good.
The Cantii surrender.
The fortress is yours,
on one condition.
Oh.
And what's that?
The guaranteed safety
of my people.
Not a single Cantii
will be harmed.
Do I have your word?
Well, now,
that wasn't so hard, was it?
Hmm?
All this suffering,
all this pain,
for months and months.
If only your father
had listened, huh,
seen the bigger picture...
But then you and I would
never have met, would we?
It seems the gods
have plans for all of us,
wouldn't you say?
Do I have your word?
There's just one small problem.
Your ally, Antedia.
You know, I have seen
some grim things in my time,
but what she's got planned
for you...
If you guarantee
the safety of my people,
I will give myself over to her.
Well, that would
certainly sweeten the deal.
Make things easier
for all of us.
Your people will sleep
with full bellies tonight,
wake up in the morning
to a new dawn.
On behalf of the Emperor,
I accept the terms
of your surrender.
With one condition
of my own.
And what is that?
Let me show you...
how the Empire really works.
Are you watching?
What are you doing?
Fire!
Fire!
This way, my queen, hurry.
Fucking Roman bastard!
Where's Gildas?
Archers!
Fire!
Fire!
No...
No, no, no, no, no!
No... no...
No, no, no, no...
My boy!
No, no, no...
Now...
one more thing.
Where is she?
I don't know where she is.
You helped her escape.
Now, you tell me.
If you want her
more than these lands,
more than this fortress,
then that means
that she's powerful,
she's a threat,
and as long as she is out there,
you haven't won.
You haven't won.
Now, this...
is your last chance.
Where is she?
She's out there.
If your tongue won't tell me,
then I will ask your heart.
Go back to hell.
Sorry.
I've decided to stay.
I need to learn.
Me too.
But not here.
Goodbye, Phelan.
T-Take care of...
I will.
We'll meet again.
What makes you so sure?
I can feel it in my bones.
She's staying?
Yes.
The gods have a fate
for all of us.
You must find yours.
But there is a light
in this world.
A new light.
The flame is small now,
and the winds are strong,
but it burns.
It's out there.
Somewhere.
It is now your task to find it.
If you can find that light,
and protect it,
and help it grow,
it will grow strong.
Stronger than Kings.
Stronger than Empires...
The Age of the Druids
is over.
This is a New Age,
the Dawn of the Cantii.
All hail...
Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
All hail Queen Amena!
The gods are dead.
The gods are dead!
The gods are dead!
The gods are dead...
Lie down in the light,
Phelan of the Cantii.
Lie down in the light.
The voices,
all singing,
as one.
Hope is the small daughter
of a blind father.
I know what happens next.
♪ Histories of ages past ♪
♪ Unenlightened shadows cast ♪
♪ Down through all eternity ♪
♪ The crying of humanity ♪
♪ 'Tis then
when the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Comes singing
songs of love ♪
♪ Then when
the Hurdy Gurdy Man ♪
♪ Comes singing songs...♪