Britannia

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.

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.

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...

What do you think?

It'll do.

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.

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?