Britannia

All right, heads he lives, tails we do him.

Who are you?

- Thank you. - What for?

For saving my life.

You've not been here long,

yet already, I owe you a whole litany of debts.

Cait!

Let's have a close look at those eyes.

Father, it's me.

- Cait? Cait! - I'm here. I'm here.

Yesterday I sent an envoy to parley with your father.

Does he even know you're here?

Formation!

Out of nowhere, they surrounded us.

- How many? - Two dozen, maybe more.

How many down?

I don't think anyone survived.

Except you.

That's mine.

Don't touch it.

All texts are forbidden.

They are the work of devils.

That is what our father believes,

not you!

If he knew what you just told me,

he'd do the same as he did to our mother.

The Druids now will decide your fate.

Then you throw me to the winds.

Know this.

You are dead to me.

The daughter, Kerra.

I'm afraid...

Afraid what?

She keeps secrets from you.

What secrets?

The Druids are the eyes of the gods.

They might want to see this.

I washed it.

Oh, you want me to say thank you?

You shouldn't have touched Big Pebble in the first place.

Well, you got it back, didn't you?

Why didn't you tell him his daughter's dead?

So he could sleep.

And when he wakes?

I thought you had a mission.

The camp's back that way.

My plans... have changed.

Since when?

Since I saw the General.

Since I looked in his eyes.

And?

I saw something.

Saw what?

I don't know.

He's not a man.

He's something... he's something else,

something... far, far stronger.

So what are you going to do?

I have to think about that.

Yesterday, you knew everything.

Today, nothing.

You sure you're the man for this mission?

Don't be ridiculous. Of course I am...

but I never said it would be easy.

If I were you,

I'd follow the hill paths west,

to Crugdunon.

King Pellenor will protect you.

Here.

What's this?

Mix it with a handful of water.

Bathe the sockets once a day,

and he may make it as far as the Citadel.

Stay stinky.

Is that you, child?

It's me, Father.

Where am I?

We're safe,

but we have to get away from here.

Can you stand?

Of course I can stand. I'm not that old.

Is that comfortable?

Not going to lie.

Right now, not a lot's comfortable.

Where is she?

She met with the Romans,

parleyed with them secretly, when I forbade it.

Why did you go?

To stop them crucifying our people.

And what did the Romans demand in return?

Or was it a favour to you?

I vowed that I would try and persuade my father

to speak with them.

What is Rome to you?

Who do you serve?

My loyalty is to my tribe.

Your mother used those same words.

My loyalty is to my tribe alone.

She's lying.

What are these things?

Roman artefacts from the last invasion,

hidden in her chamber.

My mother gave them to me...

the night you took her.

She was a sacrifice to the gods.

So you decided.

She knows the written word is forbidden.

Only the gods have the power to write the truth.

So you cannot read them.

No more than the runes you scribed on my father's face.

Do you fear the gods?

The gods know my heart.

Do you fear the gods?

I fear them...

but if loving my mother angers the gods,

they are no gods of mine.

You just made a very big decision.

Now the gods will make theirs.

Bad for morale, keeping him alive.

Since when do we forgive mutineers?

Bastards who kill their comrades?

When they've been somewhere I need to know about.

Then they're called "spies."

Wait.

Not quite back yet, are you?

But when you are...

I want to hear all about it.

We used to stay up like this

when we were small.

Remember what you used to say to me?

That you'd die before you'd let anyone hurt me.

You made a vow...

a little prince's vow.

I was so impressed.

I was only six, seven.

To have such a serious, grown-up brother

defend me...

I release you from that vow.

I can handle my own fate.

You think I'm weak.

No.

No.

You have to promise me something.

When you're king,

you make your own choices.

Don't bow to the will of the Druids.

You cannot let them destroy us both.

Promise me.

You know the way out of here.

By morning, we'll be at the coast.

Two nights' sailing, we'll be in Gaul.

And what welcome will await us there?

I can't wait that long.

I have been very far away.

The voices were clear.

Are you ready to follow the will of the gods?

We are ready.

The gods have decided...

that you will be the sacrifice,

King Pellenor.

You must surrender yourself to them.

No!

Do you accept the gods' judgment?

I do.

I always knew his last breath as king

would be my first...

but I'm not ready...

not ready to see him go.

Sister.

Congratulations.

Seems the gods have been merciful...

to some.

Excuse me.

Have you spoken to them yet?

Who?

What do you mean, who?

The Druids.

You need their blessing.

You are a monster.

I know why you don't dare speak with the Druids...

because in your heart,

you know that you are too weak to lead us.

Prove me wrong.

Look me in the eye

and show me that you're not afraid.

When I look at you, I do fear something.

I fear that the gods are insane

for ever putting us together.

Well, if you won't speak with them,

I will.

I've sent messengers to your general

to grant us safe passage to our burial grounds,

in return for your life.

What's the scariest thing you can tell me right now?

What is the absolute worst thing

that I should be afraid of?

Many legions have sailed to your islands.

You see, but my legion,

the Ninth,

is the worst thing on this earth