Britannia

A toast to your divine victory.

My divine victory.

You see, it isn't your victory.

It isn't your victory because it isn't your war.

You have no idea what game you're in, where you are, who you are.

The forces at play here.

Taxes, victory parades, you think that's why I'm here?

I'm fighting a different war.

The last war.

And in that war, I'm in charge.

And I always was.

The journey ahead is the journey into darkness.

Druids may not survive.

Did you miss me, brother?

I will find her.

- Do you doubt Veran? - Do you never doubt Veran?

Can I stop you there?

Is that the same Veran, who sacrificed my father,

and passed me over as king of my tribe?

Kneel!

You are Queen Kerra of the Cantii.

We should've kept her with us.

She's just a lamb. She's not ready yet.

- No. - Oh, shit.

Hungry?

They're yummy.

I don't break bread with the dead.

Don't you just love the rain?

When you've seen as many rainstorms as me,

you learn to read them.

When they begin or end.

Look at that. Do you not find that beautiful?

It's yummy. What do you want?

There's someone I want you to find.

Drink this.

And this. Drink it.

Rub this on your tummy.

Wait. It's the other way around.

When I look out my window

Many sights to see

And when I look in my window

So many different people to be

Oh, no

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch, yeah

Must be the season of the witch

The rabbits running in the ditch

Beatnicks are out to make it rich

Oh, no Must be the season of the witch

Morning, Bridget.

Morning, Rolf.

You should get up. You have a busy day.

We could just stay here for a bit.

Rolf. Stop it.

- Where did you get that scar? - It's not a scar. It's a burn.

What happened?

My father was a blacksmith. I walked into a hot iron.

Were you lonely as a child?

Not especially, no. I had a sister.

You never said you had a sister.

We lost touch a few years ago. After the invasion.

Do you think the Romans will ever come here, to the North?

One day, maybe.

But for now, we're safe.

What's her name? Your sister.

Her name is Kerra.

Do you worry about her?

Kerra's much tougher than me.

She's a survivor.

Don't worry. Your little man isn't ready to say hello just yet.

- She could be a girl. - Trust me. He's a boy.

Tall and fine, just like his daddy.

- Morning, Rolf. - Morning, Nyle.

- Morning, Ewan. Morning, Holt. - Morning.

Ready for the big day?

- You need a hand, Rolf? - You're all right, boys.

I've got this one.

Come on!

Come on.

- What's he doing? - He's clueless. Look at him.

He's kind to our sister. That's all I care about.

Honestly, boys, I got this.

Do you want to catch him before winter comes?

Come on, brothers.

- Tell me the plan again. - Ten pieces. No less than five.

- You sure you'll be all right? - Stop worrying, Rolf.

- Start bidding at three. - Five.

Five. Five.

- Six! - Six. Anyone at six?

Come on, now. He's a lovely specimen.

He speaks seven languages.

Wherever he shits, a fruit tree grows.

Ten! Ten, 11.

- Twelve. - Thirteen.

Thirteen. Any more than 13?

Fourteen, 15, 16.

- Seventeen. - Seventeen, 18.

Twenty? On my life.

Bullshit. I've never got more than 15.

When you know what you're doing.

Looks like drinks are on Rolf, eh?

Well, Rolf, it will be a good winter.

- You want a lift home? - You boys head on.

I'm gonna have one more.

I'm proud of you, Rolf. Really.

These last couple of years have been hard.

But I feel like I finally found a home.

- Don't go kissing any girls now. - Go on.

- Do you hear me? Do you hear me? - Go on, go on!

- Come on! - No, I'm going home.

I've got to get home.

- Come on, handsome. - All right. Just one dance.

Evening.

Finally, tonight, some relics from the Southern Wars.

First up, Once a queen of a mighty tribe.

She wore gold in her hair, and the rivers flowed.

Her people were bounteous and worshipful.

Then she broke bread with the Romans.

Now her kingdom is this filthy cage,

and she sucks cocks for bacon rind.

Her name is Queen Antedia, The Cocksucker!

You're the fucking cocksuckers!

Tell me, sir, have you ever fucked a queen?

Give me a wash, and she'll all yours.

Now, who will give me three silver pieces?

Three!

Thank you, sir. I have three pieces.

Oh, come on, boys. There's still some meat on her.

If you don't want to fuck her, you could feed her to your pigs.

Four!

- Four pieces of silver. - Here, boys, watch this.

You thirsty, sweetheart?

Delicious. Like sweet barley wine.

- Five pieces. - I have five pieces.

Going once. Twice.

Sold! To the gentleman on my right.

Good luck, love. I think you might need it.

The gods are dead. The gods are dead.

Next up, a rare lot, indeed.

From the same batch, a holy relic.

Daughter of a noble king, chosen by mighty Veran himself.

She reigned but for a handful of moons,

until she, too, betrayed her tribe to the Romans.

Well, now... Queen Kerra is here.

All that's left of her.

Now, who will give me five pieces?

Oh, come on, you arseholes.

You could put your coppers in it, or

help you to get to sleep at night.

- Six! - I have six over here.

- Seven. - Hey, love. Are you thirsty?

Not worth it!

- Ten. - Hello.

What's this? We have a new bidder.

Ten pieces from the skinny chap on my right.

- Eleven. - Fifteen.

- Sixteen. - Twenty.

Twenty silver pieces. Going once. Twice.

Sold! To the gentleman here.

Enjoy.

What's he gonna do with it?

The time has come for us to divide our forces.

Drust, Bradan, Morac...

Head north to the mountain people.

Morcant, Raven, east to the wide plains.

Rork, south to the coastal tribes.

Festle, Haran, west to the valleys.

- And where will you go, Veran? - I go where the gods command.

If you have a strategy, we should know it.

Travel by night. Leave no trace of your passing.

The tribes are scared. They fear the future.

Testify that which the gods command.

Light the fire, feed the flames.

Will you give your blood to write the

gods' will and defeat the Romans?

- Aye. - Aye, Veran.

Aye, Veran.

At dawn.

I cannot go to him again.

You must. Veran is sending the tribes to fight,

but they don't know who they're up against.

The Dead Man has awakened, and only Veran knows the truth.

- We... We need time. - There is no time.

The Dead Man will not wait.

I am glad to see you fully recovered, Emperor.

I'm told I owe you my life.

The offending slave has confessed.

Seems he was captured by the Druids and they turned his mind to theirs.

- It's happened before. - You have the Emperor's gratitude.

In return, I issue this order.

You are to remain here in Britannia,

find these Druids and wipe them out.

- Do you understand? - Perfectly.

Dimitius will remain.

You'll find him a very diligent presence.

Safe travels, Commander.

It seems the Emperor had a lucky escape.

So it would seem.

This is Ania.

She fought many battles for the Regni.